Everything is Hetalia

I Saw, I Conquered, I Lost

Hallo! This is going to be a "interview" between England, Spain and France about America, Canada, Mexico, and the rest of the colonies.
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I found it funny. I found it extremely funny. Hysterical, actually. Seeing England, on the muddy ground, crying....that brought a smile to my face. I finally defeated him. I finally hit him right on target. I was so proud of America and myself.
Soon, He left and so did I. I left to go back to Europe. Only, it was different. England become a laughing stock. All of the Europeans laughed whenever a hurt England came along. I did as well.

The Great Powerful England had been beaten. By a child. By a little nation that is trying to successfully flourish on its own. Nobody believed in America, but I did. I believe that anybody can do the impossible. America did the impossible. On his own
Only someone gutsy or crazy person would do that...

I had a smug smile. I was on top of the world. The treasure was at my hands. The milk and honey flowed from my mountains. I captivated everybody. I loved this. I had nobody to worry about. Except Spain, but I was positive that he wouldn't come after to me. And if he did, I'll just do the same to him as I did to my dear Britain... Everything was right.

Until...suddenly it wasn't. My whole world shattered when I heard the news. Canada wanted independence.
But that wasn't the worst part...
He wanted independence from me and then he will go and be a colony of Britain's. I was furious and jealous. I was shaking and crying out of anger.

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No! No, it can't...
I can't..
I can't lose him.
"I won't allow it..."

A couple of years later, Canada was in front of me, holding a flag I have never seen. I was on the ground, covered in mud and blood. I looked up. He looked so powerful.

My Canada is all grown up...

He left. Britain and I were the only ones left. He walked to me and bended down till he was at my level. We looked at each other, silently. Suddenly, Britain smiled. It was smug and looked satisfied. He started to chuckle before it became laughs. I sat still, watching Britain laugh. He finally stopped and threw a rag at me and got up. He turned around, so his back was facing me. "Clean your face. It's pathetic." He muttered, saying the words I said to him when he was on the muddy ground, crying. Then he walked off, still chuckling

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I remember...Canada said...that he would not only be my colony...but also...my brother. He promised...
I trusted him...
My brother...
I loved him...
Canada...
Please don't leave...
Matthew...

PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!!
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I trusted you...
....
I love you...
Little brother.....
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America is an idiot.
That's the first thing I have to say.
Second.
France is also an idiot.
Third.
You are an idiot.
And lastly,
I'm surrounded by idiots.
Seriously, you think I actually cared about that American fool...
I was merely acting.
I am one Hell of an actor...
No, I never have nor will love America.
He wasn't my brother, just a simple treasure chest.
That's it.
That's all I have to say.
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Am I sure?!!
What the Hell?!!
Of course, I'm sure!
I'm United Bloody Kingdom!
Fine! You want the truth! Here's the damn truth!