You're taller than me

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(AN: sorry for bad English, it's not my first language)

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Dear Alfred,

if you're reading this, that means I'm dead. 

It mustn't have easy for you, I know, and not because I was a Saint, but because you've got a heart of gold, and I know you take everything to heart, so I'll start by saying that nothing of this is your fault. You might be blaming yourself for it, thinking about our fights, discussions, things you could have done, I know you're thinking this, everyone here has thought the same things while griefing, Feliciano with HRE, Francis with Jeanne D'Arc, and even you already thought those things when Davie died. It's not your fault, actually, you were the reason why I didn't do it before, and why I'm using my last moments writing here. 

You've grown up so much, haven't you? 

I still remeber when you were so small that you would arrive only on my knee, and now you're all big and strong. I, on the other hand, haven't grown of a single inch since then. Many older sibling are ashamed that their younger sibling is taller than them, and I have to admit, for a while I was aswell. I thought: "Why can he grow so much while I'm still the same? In the end, he's grown up only because of me!". We're not talking only about heights. I've been jelaous of you for a long time. Sometimes I couldn't even look at you in the face, but looking  back, I'm ashamed I ever acted this way. A day I woke up, looked at you and, instead of being jelaous, I felt a wave of proudness wash over me, and I thought: "That's my boy, that's my little brother, who's not that little anymore. He's become so strong and independent". You are the land of Freedom, Alfred, don't ever forget that, so don't be passive to your feelings and make them wash all over you, blinding you, making you numb forever, it's my duty as your older brother to make you undertand that and don't make you repeat the same mistake that I did, because, for how tall you can be, for how strong and powerfull you'll become, even if you'll grow up and I'll stay this age forever, I'll always be your older brother, and you'll alwayss be my little brother.

I love you.

Goodbye, Alfred.

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