You were the country of _____________.
Or, to be more exact New _____________.
You were a new nation. Or a new Personality.
The old __________ was a merciless Nation, who started wars with everyone, ravaged countries, destroyed homes, families, hope…
That nation was sentenced to death after what he did to his people, and the people of other countries.
____________ was killed, and you were born.
You were kind. You were gentle. You hated fighting.
That's how you were raised. By your boss, by Your government.
The old ___________ was a nasty, war crazed man
New ____________ was a playful, gently girl.
_____________ was a whole new Nation, and a whole new person.
You were beautiful as well.
After the war ended, you took your war ravaged country, you rebuilt houses, you replanted crops. You focused on the farmland, the beaches, the forests. You focused on your people, the injured, the poor, the grieving.
You rebuilt your country, your land and your people.
You didn't want to be feared, you wanted to be loved.
You wanted to be smiled upon.
But you wanted to earn that smile first.
You wanted to earn back the trust of all the countries you had hurt.
You awoke in a mess of blankets, pillows and sheets.
Yawning, you stretched and stumbled out of bed and down the hall.
You shivered as your feet met the cold floorboards, and the cold morning air met your bare legs. You walked towards the bathroom dressed in an oversized (Favourite Color) shirt that was labelled with a band you remembered as ancient, and a pair of short black boxers.
You entered the tiled room and turned on the shower.
You undressed and examined yourself in the mirror.
Brushing your fingers over your fading scars. Your war scars.
The Old _________ was killed during a war, when the country decided they wanted to change. When you were born, the war hadn't ended however.
You forced a smile.
You deserved these scars, after all the people you killed. A few scars were nothing.
You hopped under the hot spray of water.
And thought about life, like you always do in the shower.
You then stepped out and wrapped the towel around yourself and scurried back to your room.
Drying your hair, you threw on a pastel (Favourite color) dress and made your way down stairs.
You weren't hungry, so you just made your way outside. Into the garden.
Today was the day. Today you were going to do it.
You tucked a (h/c) lock behind your air and stood in amongst the fragrance of flower.
Your (e/c) eyes glistened with determination.
Today you were going to apologize to the country you hurt most.
You breathed in deeply.
You stared out at your luxurious garden, it felt like summer and the flowers were blossoming heavily. You made your country beautiful. You had changed.
You turned and marched inside, and rummaged for a pen and paper.
Today you would be the first step of your apology, and today you would do it properly.
Writing as neatly as you could on the paper, you signed the letter and searched through your study for an envelope.
You addressed the letter and sent it.
Then you prayed that they would accept it.
You prayed that they would forgive you.
You didn't believe in forgiveness…But you prayed anyway.
Hello There My Dear Reader,
This is the first part of a multiple ending story. After this I will write another part for every country, however right now I don't know who I should do.
Thank you…and if I missed anyone please let me now.
This is gonna be a pretty big job…Well, for a Lazy Bum like me that is…
Please ask me if you don't understand anything, since I'm not the best writer in the world.
That is all
PEACE OUT PENGUINS