I didn't know what I was doing anymore, I truly didn't. I was raging war for four years straight against North, thinking that by some miracle I would win and become independent, as he told he had done against Brittany. I guess I was wrong. I'm dying. Literally dying. My lungs are burning, my arms and legs are numb in pain, and I'm blind through my left eye. Every part of my body hurts, and I'm pretty sure I have a concussion or something. I don't know. I slightly looked around, blood clouding my already bad vision through my right eye, seeing rain pour down around me. My glasses were beginning to fog, but I didn't care. I sighed weakly, and fell onto my knees in the middle of the road. My legs sank slowly into the muddy road surrounding me, and my sandy blonde bangs, tainted in blood, mixed with the rain soaking me and my wounded body. I slightly lifted my head to see in the distance North with a small union army trailing behind him. I weakly chuckled to myself. Well this is it. This is where I surrender, and die.
North saw me quickly, slouching there in the muddy road, a cow waiting for the slaughter. He told his men to stay behind, and I heard the splashing of his feet approach me through the pounding of the rain, then seeing his legs in front of me, then his bright baby blue eyes after he knelt down to my eye level.
"South?"
I heard his comforting voice, my cold turned heart slowly turning warm. Tears bit at the ends of my eyes. I whimpered slightly, before making eye contact with him.
"I-I'm not afraid North. I-I'm not afraid of you..."
I whimpered, trying to have confidence in my voice. I heard and saw him gently laugh, trying to smile and lighten the dismal mood. Feeling his arms wrap around me, I frowned slightly, but on the inside, it felt like a warm blanket on a cold winters' night. He looked at me, his eyes filled with regret and neediness.
"Please come back South. I need you. I'll do anything, just come back. I'm not the United States without you."
North whimpered, gently placing his forehead against my bleeding and bruised one. I saw beginning tears from his eyes going down his cheeks and mixing with the pouring rain. I whimpered, trying to hold tears waiting to come out. But I knew North was right. I need to come back. I needed to become part of the United States again. I wrapped my thin wounded arms around him, breaking out into loud sobs, and pushing my face into his shoulder, which was covered in his soaked clothing. I felt him pull me close, and softly humming to me. I began to gently hiccup, rubbing my face into his uniform.
"I surrender... I'm sorry... I surrender..."
I sobbed, repeating over and over, my wounds beginning to hurt worse than before. I cringed slightly in pain. I felt North's arm's gently pull me closer, his grip tightly around me. I began to see dots sparkle in my vision, and my pain was slowly going away. I smiled slightly. I guess this was it. This is how a country dies. I closed my eyes, and I let it happen, until everything...
