The America/Hetalia one-shot book no one needed nor wanted

A story

This is based off a true story. My family moved into our new house and I was excited that we could have a flag, you know like the nieve American I am. So, we got a flag and it was beautiful. However, right below the flag mother has her rose bushes that are so beautiful when grown. But, with roses came thorns and the poor little flag was torn apart. I had alikened it to the disarray of America. One day, a veteran stopped by our house and left us a new flag. My father, who was at home at the time, didn't even get to thank him since he thought it was a solicitor. The new flag still waves proudly today, not even a rip in the fabric. So, my little hetalian brain came up with this story.
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Alfred loved walking around his suburbs, just as much as he loved exploring the rural areas and urban centers.

He was casually walking around when he saw something that practically killed him inside. A white house with a regular driveway stood there, simular to the ones next to it. But, what made him pause was the poor little flag holding on by a thread. His flag, the stripes were uneven and torn while the stars seemed just a bit duller.

He could feel the patriotism inside the house, but also the question of said patriotism. The poor flag was caught on a gently cared for rose bush.

Alfred, felt this need to fix this. To give the citizens who lived here hope. Hope for a better America, hope for a better world.

You would think Alfred carried American flags on him, but he doesn't. So he looked at the adress and took a note of it. Promising that he would come back and fix this.
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It took a few days, but Alfred was finally free enough to bring that house a new flag. It's funny how he, the land of the free, barely had any free time.

He returned with the new flag, the other one was dull looking and sad compared to the new one. The cheaper fibers flowing gently in the wind while it's caught in the thorny bush below.

Alfred went to the door, the door was red with a black handle. On the door was a sign that said "God Bless America". He rang the door bell but, there was no answer. That was fine.

He gently set the flag down, he then looked up and smiled at the family home. A family of four lived here. Two children that are native to this state, their parents come from Texas but only one was born there.

He then left, unknowingly instilling hope in a young girl, who liked to ignore the world around her because it was easier that way. A girl who wants change but doesn't know where to start. A girl who wants what's best for America and not just some political parties ideals.
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A/N- To the veteran who left the flag, I thank you. Your small act of giving us a new flag has instilled hope in me that it will get better. Recently, it's rumored we'll loose our number one spot because of some...interesting choices made by president cheeto. But, if that's what it takes for everything to get better so be it. I do nor fear the future, but am warry of the path we are gonna take. I hate getting political but I need to rant. My brother basically lives on the other side of the country and my parents are such boomers, they wouldn't understand. I have hope that America will get better, that all our problems will get better. But, it may never be perfect. Nothing, nothing can ever be perfect. I just want the world to change for the better, but I don't even know where to start...

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