A/N: Hello there, everyone! Well, first I'd like to say that this is my first fanfic. When I was writing this chapter, I decided to explore the topic of the American Civil War a little bit and did a little bit of research for the story. And this chapter may be a little confusing, but it will eventually make sense in later chapters. This story is also inspired by the fanfic "on the run from the countries." Please read and review! Positive constructive criticism is welcome.
Disclaimer: I don't own the genius that is Hetalia. I only own my OCs Aiyana, Dmitri, and Kailani and the plot.
Aiyana's POV:
"M-Mr. President," stammered a young girl, about the age of 10. She wore a blue dress that matched with her water colored eyes and a pinafore. "Is everything alright? Did we win?"
"Yes we did, my dear Missouri," said the President, Abraham Lincoln. "But with a cost." A tear rolled down the man's cheek. When the people of his country grieved, so did he.
The girl walked up to the man, her unruly dirty blond ringlets bouncing in sync with her steps. She saw the pictures spread out across his desk. "No," she whispered.
The pictures showed the bodies of both Union and Confederate troops from what would become known as the Battle of Gettysburg. The girl was terrified by them.
"Now I know why he won't let me go to any of the battlefields," she stated quietly.
"Yes, but he does it for a good reason, my dear," said the President, knowing who she was referring to. "He keeps you here so that you won't get hurt." He looked up at the girl and motioned for her to come sit with him. She did and sat on his lap as he told her of the Union victory at the Battle of Gettysburg in Pennsylvania. It had been sometime after the battle and Mr. Lincoln was going to give a speech of the success to the people later.
A little while later, there was a knock at the door. "Sir, there is a message from a Captain Jones," said the soldier in a blue Union uniform after he was given permission to enter. The girl got off Mr. Lincoln's lap and he got up to take the envelope. He took a few moments to read the letter. He glanced over at the tear-stricken girl and dismissed the soldier.
The President walked over to her and said, "My dear, I've got a surprise for you."
"What is it, Mr. President?" she asked, eyeing Mr. Lincoln with renewed curiosity.
"Missouri, Captain Jones is coming with your brother, Pennsylvania."
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I woke up with a start, flying into a sitting position in my bed. I brushed a hand through my curly, dirty blond hair. Millions of questions whirled around in my head.
"What in the world was that? And who was that girl?" I questioned. "Why did Abraham Lincoln call her 'Missouri'?"