I'm aware this is a letter but I wanted to frame it as Cartman doing a talk with himself. So yeah. Who has creative freedom? Me with this story.
~Eko.
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"You say," I say, dropping the paper on the floor as the people around me look at me.

"The price of my love is not a price that you're willing to pay!" I say.

I start walking ahead.

"You cry," I say.

"This is completely normal. Go on and write his letter."

I open the doors and continue walking, dramatically stepping as long steps as I can.

"In your tea," I say.

Fuck tea, I only drink it because the people like it.

"Which you hurl in the sea," I say.

My steps continue to echo just above my voice. It's low, as I mean it, threatening my writer as well as the enemies that can't hear it.

"When you see me go by," I say.

I look at my writer. He nods and starts writing, bowing slightly. I like that!

"Why so sad?" I ask.

I start laughing loudly.

"Remember?" I ask.

I blow the air a kiss, pretending it could go to the United States of America as they call it. They're mine, all of them belong to me!

"We made an arrangement," I say.

The smirk continues to grow as I walk towards the window toward the sea, keeping my posture.

"When you went away," I say.

I take my sword, twisting it in my hand slowly.

"Now you're making me," I say.

I grab the sword tighter.

"Mad," I let out on the most soft voice to contrast the message.

I swing the sword towards the wind, giggling a little. They did this to themselves. Don't they know what happens when you make me mad? Oh they are in for a surprise!

"Remember, despite our estrangement," I say.

I drop the sword, waiting for a person to pick it up.

"I'm your man," I say.

I look away from the window.

"You'll be back," I say.

The grin is resembling to a fox.

"Soon you'll see," I say.

I laugh.

"You'll remember you belong to me," I say.

I look at the writer with a smirk.

"You'll be back, time will tell," I say.

I wink at the window before continuing to walk around the room.

"You'll Remember," i say.

I sit on the windowsill, smiling at the ocean.

"That i served you well," I say.

I look around to the writer, who looks utterly terrified.

"Oceans rise," I say.

I point to the ocean.

"Empires fall," I say.

I spit towards France, giggling after doing soon. Oh you'll be next~. Ones America is mine, I'll take you and the whole world! God's chosen country will rise higher than we are. We are.... Devine.

"We have seen each other," I say.

I turn my eyes back to America.

"Through it all," I say.

I blow a kiss in their direction yet again.

"And when push," I say.

I get up.

"Comes to shove," I say.

My grin widens.

"I will," I say.

I grab an American flag, cackling at the stupid thing.

"Send a fully armed battalion to," I say.

I twirl the thing a little.

"Remind you of my love," I say.

I slowly start ripping the starts of the states out before taking the writer by the arms.

"Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da! Da da dat dat da ya da! Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da! Da da dat dat da...," I sing.

I turn him around before throwing the flag at him to keep.

"You say our love," I say.

I make a heart.

"Is draining," I say, mocking in my voice.

"And you can't go on," I say.

I pretend to be shocked.

"You'll be the one," I say.

I take the flag into a hug.

"Complaining when I am gone," I say.

I rip the part that is the United States of America (the star part) off the flag, cackling.

"And no," I say.

I state at the flag.

"Don't change the subject!" I say.

I start to rip the flag itself.

"Cause you're my favourite subject," I say.

I put the flag, the better version, on the floor.

"My sweet," I say.

I throw the flag to lay on my feet, as if bowing.

"Submissive subject," I say.

I kick the filthy flag away from me. It should be the British flag! There should have been more control but we were kind. And this is the thank you?

"My loyal," I say.

I look at the flag with disgust. How dare they try to get rid of me? ME!

"Royal subject," I say.

They are my subjects! Mine! Nobody else's! Not their own... nor France's. They're mine.

"Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever...," I say.

Each time I start ripping the flag.

"You'll be back," I say.

I rip it more and more and more until it's in half, laughing.

"Like before," I say.

I throw the pieces of the flag down and put the British flag on top, smiling the widest smile I can. Hey, I love the land... not this 'independence' they wish for.

"I will fight the fight and win the war," I say.

I look over the ocean, dancing around a little, struggling not to laugh.

"For your love," I say.

I slowly look at the ocean yet again. Oh my sweet America, I will not let you go, not sooo easily at least.

"For your praise," I say.

They'll thank me and kiss my feet in gratitude. They will be my submissive subjects.

"And I'll love you 'till my dying days," I say.

I will be love by all of them! They will love me! Finally someone will love me, unconditionally!

"When you're gone, I'll go mad," I say.

I start loudly giggling at the idea of my subjects doing everything, being my submissive subjects.

"So don't throw away this thing we have," I say.

I'll just take them. No consent needed! I will smile and go through it, everyone will see me as their leader. Finland, Philippines,....... France.

"Cause when push comes to shove," I say.

I look in the mirror, my pupils are as small as a fly against a dog.

"I will kill your friends and family," I say.

I take the flag pieces.

"To remind you of my love," I say.

I kiss them before throwing them into the sea.

"Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da! Da da dat dat da ya da! Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da! Da da dat—," I sing.

I keep my eyes on the servants that have walked in.

"Everybody," I say.

"Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da! Da da dat dat da ya da! Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da da da da! Dat dat da ya da!" We all sing together.