Prompt: El Salvador
El Salvador was an independent country. He was independent now. Of Spain, of Mexico, of his sister—it was just him and him alone as the countryhuman of his nation.
El Salvador knew he should be happy. And he was, he really was.
But in order to get his independence, his sister had to die.
El Salvador never wanted Federal Republic of Central America to die. She was more than a sister to him; she was also his mother. As much as she denied it, Central America has raised him and his other siblings. To him, she was and always would be his mother.
And now she was dead.
And El Salvador was expected to celebrate.
His living siblings and niece had scattered, returning to their own, now independent countries.
And El Salvador was alone. He didn't know how to be a country on his own, and a part of him didn't want to. He was so used to having family so close to him, family he could visit as he pleased without many political implications.
It was scary to be on his own. Now, he had to do the things his mother had done. He was in charge of diplomacy, of his borders, of looking after his people.
It was a daunting ask.
Was El Salvador up to that massive task? Could he live up to the legacy of his mother?
He didn't know.
But he sure hoped so. He didn't want his mother to have died for nothing, for all his people who fought and died for his freedom to have died for nothing.
He wanted to be the best countryhuman he could be for his people.
He only hoped he could live up to that goal.
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