Oh dammit. Now I ship The US/Great Britain
thanks silly graphic.
“Listen, you have to let me be represented. I can’t just…keep giving you my heart and my taxes and not be a bigger part of your government. I want more than that. I deserve more than that.”
“You know I can’t. You knew that from the moment you went so far away. I just…this is what I have to give. I don’t have anymore. For God’s sake, there’s an ocean between us!”
“Fine. You know what, fine. Here, just, see all this goddamn tea you gave me? Well you can take it back. Here, fish it out of the harbor for all I care.”
“Don’t do this.”
“I have no choice. I’ll never be anything more than a colony to you.”
“No, Britain. Don’t.”
“I can’t just let you go, you know that. I’ll fight for you if I have to.”
“And I will fight back.”
Don’t worry guys, there’s a happy ending. The US and the UK became friends again by the time of WWI and they now enjoy a “Special Relationship” and you all know what that means…
~*~FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS~*~
Friends with Benefits. I am dying right now.