(AmericaxReader) 15 Years of Pursuing a Cute Girl

The First Year

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
You're smile is beautiful
And I love you too

"And, done!" Alfred said, as he looked at the letter. It was perfect. Nice cursive, spaced and grammer correct. Alfred had done it.
"Well, that's my fifth letter for the week," He said, as he then threw it in a pile of letters he was going to bring to the post office later that day. He then grabbed another paper, and grabbed his ballpoint pen to once again write another poem for the one and only girl he loved, (Y/N).
"Ah, (Y/N)," Alfred said in a dreamy state. He smiled, as he then thought to himself. What other types of poems could he write to show his love for the beautiful girl. He then started writing once more.

Your eyes sparkle when their in the light
Your hair it flows like a river so... soo...

Alfred tapped his pen against the bottom of his paper, wondering what would rhyme well with light. Just then, he heard his phone ring. It was none other than his brother, Matthew. Alfred lifted his phone, and accepted the call.
"Hello?" Alfred asked, a smile on his face.
"Hey Alfred!" Matthew said. "I was wondering how you were doing, you know, since things are kind of hard right now,"
"Yeah, I understand," America said, "It's okay, bro! I told you many times, I'm fine,"
"Okay..." Matthew said. "Well, Arthur is picking us later to take us to the funeral. Unfortunate death, right?"
"Yeah," Alfred replied. "Well, I'm kind of busy right now, so I um, gotta hang up,"
"Oh, okay, I understand," Matthew said. "Well, see you later then, right?"
"Yeah...WAIT! Wait! I have a question!" Alfred yelled. Matthew paused.
"Yeah? What is it?" Matthew questioned. Alfred then asked.
"What's a word that rhymes with light?" Matthew thought for a few seconds before replying.
"Flight? Night? Kite?" Matthew said. "I don't know much about poetry, sorry brother,"
And with that, Matthew hung up the phone. Alfred then placed his phone back down, and looked at his poem so far.
"Your hair it flows like a river so... flight?" Alfred spoke to himself. "No... that doesn't make any sense..."
Alfred then decided he had written enough letters for (Y/N) that day, and then placed all of the letters in a bag. He then made sure he looked okay for the funeral, and grabbed the keys before leaving.
"I hope (Y/N) likes them~!" Alfred whispered to himself, smiling. "I'll deliver the letters after the funeral,"