Hetalia short stories

Land of the Free

Mild warning - Austin will talk very slurred at the end of this so it's intentional, sorry if you can't understand him.

"We will leave you with a parting gift" Austin, the republic of Texas, announced. He was the last of the Jones family alive, he was the last flower of Alfred's garden of legacy. He looked a far cry from his once great physique, he was smaller physically and younger. Maybe 13.

"As my father nor uncle is here to deliver it is seems the honor is down to me, we leave this world with parting gift" Austin announced leaning against the podium more out of necessity then he normal laxity.

"We give you an earth reborn as my father put it, essentially, there is now a giant robot protecting the earth," He laughed at that gripping on the podium tighter as he grew weaker, but he continued to speak, "It will restore the atmosphere to how it was before any damage was done to it and will moderate it so we won't end up in this situation again."

It was hard to stand, he was using all his strength not to fade right then and there. Matthew walked forward and helped him keep up right, more effort put to finishing this speech. Matthew was one of the few allowed to stand with Austin.

The others being;

Acilino, the capital of the republic of Texas, he was to fade with Austin.

Peter, Sealand, who was helping keep Acilino on his feet. He was to get land from Maine, New Hampshire and Massachusetts. He was finally gaining nation statues.

Micheal, Molossia, he was to get some of Nevada and California. He was, like Sealand, leaving the micro nation statues for nation.

Matthew who was to get most of the northern states.

Ivan who was going to get Alaska back, he was going to keep the name of it, it wasn't worth changing.

Gilbert and Gilbird, they where to get land on the east coast.

The rest of the land was to be international use, or in simpler words. All the nations controlled it but was planning to do nothing with it.

"On the statue of liberty it says.

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she

With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door." 

Austin was barely holding on at this point. Micheal came over to help keep Austin up

"I'll meet you at the golden door," He collected himself fiddling with something around his neck before shoving it in Micheal's direction.

"God bless the land of the free." He took off his mic and almost collapsed but Matthew and Micheal set him down.