England,
No amount of pride could have kept me from writing you. The news I'm about to inform you of is rather tragic, so I suggest you take a seat.
My country has turned on itself.
The North and South parts of my country have begun an argument that will soon turn into a bloodshed. I cannot control them, no matter how badly I yearn to, or how hard I try. We have tried every compromise we could think of, we've done everything we could to prevent this from happening. Not even I, the mighty hero, can save my country from the destined chaos.
The reason I'm telling you this, England, is one not even I can fathom. My level of understanding and the complexity of my writing are not equal, and my mind reels for a better explanation. As of right now, the answer is that I didn't know who else to turn to. I can feel my people bicker and fight over concepts of slavery and industry, I see it happen everyday, abuse and hate dividing my country.
Yet a war among my people is not my biggest fear.
My biggest fear, Arthur, is the war that's going to break out inside myself.
- America
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The Bipolar War
FanfictionAlfred and England have been through many wars together, including the largest, the Revolutionary War. But what would England do if America turn on itself? This story is purely a work or fictional fantasies and my own ideas. I don't own Hetalia, nor...
