To Be Free

Chapter 1: Morales

*This chapter has been edited to be longer and I've fixed spelling mistakes and grammatical errors, if you find any more please tell me.*

This is pretty much a re-write but there aren't many chapters so it's not that much of a big deal, I deleted the other chapters to make it easier for myself. Also I just hate how I wrote it all sleep deprived and having no idea what the hell words were. And I don't want to be yelled at over the internet about fake counties. I don't know if I have 'cus I don't see all my notifications.

3rd Pov:

'Freedom is a nice thing, it can be scary and dangerous. But I believe you can really tell what kind of a person someone if by giving them absolute, total freedom. Weather it's a good or bad thing to have is debatable, by society standards a morally good person wouldn't abuse the freedom they're given. I would disagree to a point.' Thoughts flow freely. (Ha, puns. Bad puns)

'I think a morally good person either doesn't exist- at least what society thinks a morally good person is. Or... that society's or not this theoretical morally good person would 'abuse' the freedom given. Now I use the word 'abuse' lightly, because of the way it's used in the sentence it has a double meaning. 'Abuse' can be meaning something small like jaywalking or the opposite but no one would ever know it happened. Accident or not, it'd be abusing the power given. It could also mean 'abusing' the power to help others.'

(Feel like I just wrote an essay or something.)

Alfred reads over the rest of the paper before putting it back into his briefcase The paper was a speech he would be giving to a decently sized group of politicians about ethics.

He's come a long way from his British colony days. He's a country with responsibility and can't go running in the forests as often as he'd like to anymore but it's okay. Trying to slowly fix his corrupted government does keep him busy.

All mindless thoughts are cut shorts when the speakers gave a loud warning and reminder of the current flight that's boarding. It also happens to be his flight going to London, England. Which also happens to be where the world meeting is being held.

Garbing his suitcase, briefcase, (Lost's of cases) and carry on he tries to quickly get on the plane. It's successful and by soon he's in seat, 1st class 'cus ya know- being a country an all.

The flight goes smoothly and a few hours later the plane has arrived in London. After leaving he takes a cab to the meeting hall and prepares for the unknown because a building full of countries definitely isn't the sanest, or safest place to be. But it's the unknown so you can be prepared for everything, only what has previously happened because of the unknown. Not a guaranteed great trip.

But it'd be more surprising and nerve wracking if any world meeting went well.

Pushing into the last set of doors that lead to meeting room Alfred takes one last breath before see everyone once again.

'It'll be good to see everyone again.' He thinks, looking on the bright side.

'Yeah, it'll be good.' Agreeing with his thoughts one last time then pushing open the grand doors.

Word count: 644

Actual America sucks and is corrupt. I don't sympathies or believe the country I live in has done nothing wrong. I'm still kinda weary about writing anything about Hetalia because of this pretty shitting world. I'm especially weary of writing about America/Alfred because of this, and how stupid people are in America.

On another note, I'm beginning to like this writing a lot better than before even if it's not that long.