Well, from the very beginning it has. Even before Spain came. I remember walking around the Great Plains and the two main mountain ranges with Alfred, looking for someone to help us. I eventually took Alfred to Florida with me, where we met Spain. If you've been paying attention, then you'll have had already read about my colonial days. To get a little bit more detailed into my colonial times, I had never really been excepted into the community. I had dark skin and hair. I was always acting up. Alfred was the one that all the other teens hung out with. I would just go and hang out by myself. And I resented him for that. The only time I ever really liked him was when we were little. I had to join forces with him in the Revolutionary War. It's what General George wanted, and I respected him (to some extent). Alfred and I stayed together for around 85 years. In that time, we had the Gold Rush and other such things. But all that time with him.........it made me furious. He never listened to what I had to say. He was always too busy goofing off! I had to keep my anger in, though. I needed to stay calm for the best results for our country. Some people started arguing about slavery. I didn't agree with it, but it was a free country, right? That's what we had agreed on in the constitution. Alfred told me that I had to deal with it. So that's what I did. I went to all the meetings and debates. I have to say, if any one is a good persuader, it's got to be General Lee. I was asked by General Lee if I'd like to join the effort. I agreed, knowing Alfred would hate it. Plus, I didn't like the government at the time. I broke the bond between me and Alfred. I succeeded from the United States of America, becoming my own country, no longer a part of the disturbing land mass of the U.S. I was given my own title: "The Confederate States of America." We had our own money, our own government, our own laws, and our own taxes. Alfred and I soon declared war on each other. It would be an easy war. Alfred's general was fat and unintelligent. But we had more than half of our populations against me. The African-Americans fought against us, as well as the Northerners. But I had more land than he did. I had everything between Texas and Virginia, not counting Kentucky. I fought with revenge in my heart. waiting for Alfred to fall, yet, he only seemed to get stronger. He played unfairly. Even more unfair than I. I wasn't ready. He blockaded our ports and surrounded our capitol, Richmond, Virginia. He even raged total war, destroying crops, barns, houses, and anything else he could get his hands on. I had to surrender. I had to live with him again. So I went back to the Union. After that, things looked good. Our economy grew and the time was for reconstruction. We got new technologies and medicines. It was time for a revolution. An industrial revolution. We made the longest railroad for that time and rebuilt the south. Slavery was to be no more and education became better. Things were looking up for Alfred, but not for me. Immigrants were taking our jobs. Money was being wasted. The Dust Bowl came and we didn't have any good crops besides some cotton and fruits in the south. All our grain was gone, as was our precious topsoil. Things only got worse, like I knew they would with Alfred's carelessness. The Great Depression came. I stole to get something to eat. Alfred had a radio station he would use to talk to the citizens about how it would get better. But it didn't. Many people started to vote for the government to give more control to the people. In other words, Communism. Because I represent the more rebellious part of the U.S., that included me. It was the same Communism as the Reds, though. Once the we saw how the Reds were, Communism dropped a little more respect. Oil was found it Texas. Boom towns started up. I knew boom towns were a bad idea. They'd find oil, then the reservoir would dry up, and everyone would be out of a job. Our economy started to get back on track, but for one of the worst reasons. World War 1. I couldn't wait to get in on the action. I hadn't fought for a while now, and I was getting rusty. Alfred held me back, though, so we didn't become active in the war until a long time afterwards. Once we did, there wasn't that much to do. It was boring. The other countries were tired, and I was just getting started. It was an easy defeat, but Alfred took it as "being the hero." Things were going good. I heard that bastard Germany was getting back on track by repaying France and helping reconstruct Italy, who had been my ally. We awarded one of his government officials "Man of the Year" awards for People's Magazine. His name was Herr Adolf Hitler. Little did we realize how much he didn't deserve that prize. World War 2 came. I was glad, but once again, I was restrained from fighting. That little son of a bitch Japan came and bombed Pearl Harbor. Ships were destroyed and peoples' lives wasted because we had been too slow to join the war. I was shipped off to Holland with my bro Mattie and I tried to kick the Germans out of there. I was glad I could help my former brother. I went back to the U.S. for a little while so I could recovery from a leg injury I had got. I healed in time for the Normandy Landings, a.k.a. D-Day. So much blood. My revenge for all my dead comrades was strong. I advanced into France, liberating him. I went up to Luxembourg, Belgium, and Holland and liberated them while Alfred went through Italy. I was called back for air time while Alfred advanced. I was to drop "Fat Man" on Nagasaki. I also helped with "Little Boy" on Hiroshima. It was great to get revenge. Alfred got Germany to surrender while I got Japan to surrender. Italy was in such a bad condition they didn't have to. The war was over and our technology advanced. We made nuclear bombs. Russia did, also. This started the Cold War. Sputnik was also launched into space and this started the Space Race. The Korean War started when Russia influenced Korea's 2p! to become Communist North Korea. Meanwhile, the Berlin Wall was removed and Prussia was dissolved. We fought an easy Korean War, but Russia had moved like a snake in the grass to Vietnam. We followed, but Vietnam's 2p! had already separated from her, becoming Communist North Vietnam. I was ready for battle, but not guerrilla warfare. North Vietnam was a sneaky bastard. We couldn't tell the difference between civilians and soldiers. Even children were soldiers, so we had to........ Well, you get the rest. We didn't want to help France keep his colony anymore, so we left Vietnam. Many soldiers had died. Good, American men, but the people back home didn't think they were good. These "flower children," or "hippies," shunned everyone coming back from the war, including me. But not Alfred. Oh no. They wouldn't do that to him. Vietnam became one country again under Communist rule. War continued between my country and many others. The war in Iraq and Afghanistan happened. 9/11 happened. It hurt. A lot. I think you get the idea of it.
My life sucked, and it just keeps getting worse. I can't wait to see what comes next.
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