~America's Visit to Davie's Grave~

This is just a very short story I want to make about adult America going to the cemetery to visit his old friend Davie, or simply his grave. Alone. On his birthday July the 4th. What will he say? Does he have regrets he had since years ago? Can he still remember the old memories deep inside his head since he was a child during his Colony years? What difference is there between a Human Nation and a normal Human? Such fate is too tragic for a normal human to take if they desire this "immorality". It's up to America to recover from those old times and live up to his destiny as wandering nation of the personification of the United States of America. His story involving one's death and immorality started as a child during his Colony years.