A/N So Im like sick and can't sleep and I was watching Hetalia and this came into my head. I do not own Hetalia but the concept for Confederate America is Probally mine.. I don't know, but leave a comment telling me what you think. Anything helps at all!
Darkness covered the room, nothing but silence and the soft breathing noise flutters through breaking it's hold.
"It took ya'll long 'nough." It was a high pitched female voice, clearly southern. "Now any ya'll seen America, I got a few things riding up him."
The small group exchanged glances.
"Ya'll ain't lying to me. Choak him up." A grunt came from the back as one of them was shoved forward. "Good now ya'll are dismissed, me and this here two timing yellow belly got a word or two!" The door slammed then the lights came on.
"Hehe." The blond boy said nervously adjusting his glasses. "Hi."
"You got some explaining to do!" She said grabbing the collar of his jacket and threw him down into a chair. "What is this bill you're throwing around?"
"Connie." He said throwing his hands up. "Clearly that's not my fault I mean, come on dude."
"Really, come on." Her blue eyes looked into his and she began shaking her head. "You are running around trying to change everything we run on. Now I don't care about what your high class Yankees are trying, but we like staying right where we are!"
"Slavery is not the way to go, I think it's our best interests. Which really by looking at it is actually just giving us more power into the overhand control!"
"Quit your blabbing big bro." She said clearing her throat. "You might as well count us good and out, we ain't listening to a bunch of Yankees who want to twist us around a pole and let be a piece of art!"
"I understood none of that." He said scanning over the girl again. "Come on Connie."
"Consider us the confederate America."
"Slapping your name infront of mine doesn't make it special or anything, just like copyrights and stuff."
"Slow down your blabbing." She said reaching into the bucket on the table. Her hands pulled out a chicken leg. "You ain't forcing us into nothing, and until you get your faso arrogance in some sort if an order we ain't doing nothing!"
"How is this a good idea?"
"Y'all see." She said taking a bite before holding her wrist to the side. "Start a war if that makes you feel any better big bro."
"No way little sis! That is like tops crazy!"
"Someone get a camera, America is in a little bit if an argument."
"Brittan." She said taking another small bite and shaking her head. "Ain't it the boy who got beat on by my big bro over here!"
"Very funny, your just upset because America got a real country to raise him." England smirked folding his arms behind his back.
"Jealous because I actually had a country until."
"Not now Confederate!" America shouted at her dragging her by the sleeve out of the room. "Watch it! Dude that was like not cool at all!"
"War my dear brother, I bet a few of your states would join up. We got our own little group. Come on! I got to have a place to make the rule us as I go along!"
"Trust me dude, like no one would leave their statehood."
"Don't try me there doll, it's as easy as scaring a rat with its shadow."
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The war continued with Confederate America splitting from America's grasp. The war lasted four years and poor Confederate America was sent back into hiding shamed. The states that fought on the side of Confederate America became on of America's states again and the natural order was restored.
America still wonders about his little sister, who is Probally hiding in France somewhere right now.
TBC...