... [It's never a good thing when America cries. Certainly, it practically breaks England's heart and, for the most part, douses the fires of his anger. He sighs and tugs the trousers off America's head.]

I didn't love you because you were a cute child, you git. [His tone is soft.] That certainly helped, of course, but that's not why; not the real reason.

I never stopped loving you but--I always thought you gave up on me.

... Now please, put your trousers back on. I fixed them. And dry your eyes. You're a grown man, chin up.