Alfred couldn't believe he was doing this, if it wasn't for that stupid letter, he wouldn't be here. That morning, Alfred had received a rather odd, and rude, letter in the mail, stating that if he didn't go to the park dressed in the clothes that were given to him, an embarrassing photo would be leaked to the other nations. The photo, he soon realised, as he was given a copy, was him dressed as a pirate, much like England. So here he was, dressed in a brown leather vest, over a long sleeved cream button down shirt, a white bolo-tie, a brown cowboy hat, black chaps over tan jeans. A gun and lariat securely held at his waist, with a gold sheriff star on his chest. He was embarrassed, to say the least, and was constantly getting cat calls by passing woman. He reached the center of the park and to his surprise, he was the first there, and that laying on a bench laid a guitar. He grinned and picked it up, setting his cowboy hat low on his head, and strummed
"Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold. They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold. Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis, And each night begins a new day. If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young, He'll prob'ly just ride away. Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks. Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such. Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. 'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone. Even with someone they love." He glanced up, grinning at the shocked faces before him
"Alfred?" It was England, dressed as a pirate, like his earlier years, next to him stood France, who was dressed as a cop "How come your outfit is so reserved?" England glared Alfred blinked and looked at his clothes
"Oh well, whoever gave us the letter, again, probably didn't want to embarrass a nineteen year old more than necessary." He coughed "Unlike last year" he stated under his breath with a grin
