Okay, this idea has been really sitting in my head for a while that I finally typed out. It takes place after the Loophole Conspiracy, which even though it's not finished I decided to post this. I had to do a lot of research for this (But you can't tell by the first chapter). It's about the darker side of America and on a time that most of the states would rather not remember: The Civil War. The main states in it are Delaware, South Carolina, the Trio, Hawaii and Alaska although New York, Virginia, Florida, Kansas, and several others will be involved too. So...enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, I just own OC's and plot idea.
The state meeting was actually going smoothly…for once. Delaware sighed as he observed most of the states chatting amongst one another in-between one of the topic changes. He'd only had to break up one fight that day, between Michigan and Ohio over sports teams. Otherwise everything was relatively calm. That should have been the first sign to the over two hundred year old man that something bad was going to happen.
Over the last couple of months, since the Trio had spilled the secret of statehood and then dragged some of the nations across the country to meet all of the states, it had certainly become more interesting around the Jones family. America had started taking the states, one at a time, to each world meeting (Even so the Trio normally snuck along that Massachusetts had just given up on the security cameras). The states were becoming used to their more national spotlight and enjoying the fact that they didn't have to hide their presence anymore. This all just meant Delaware had a huge headache from it all. Sometimes it sucked being the oldest state. Most of the older states could normally rely on a second in-command but…his green eyes flickered over to the second oldest state, Pennsylvania. There was a reason he was so self-reliant as he watched her loudly laugh and eat another piece of chocolate that she'd produced from God knows where.
He sighed, standing up. Delaware opened his mouth to speak when he heard a startled gasp from Virginia, whose eyes were suddenly as wide as saucers and staring at something behind the First State. Next to her, South Carolina turned a sickly pale color within three seconds and whispered, "No…". Her twin North Carolina jumped out of his seat, knocking over the chair in the process as he cursed fluently in an odd mixture of German and Cherokee. Everyone was staring at whatever was behind him, most with confused but several most notably all Southern states, with terrified reactions. He gulped.
Taking a deep breath Delaware turned around, his own eyes widening at the sight. Then everything, in short, went straight to hell.
The rain poured down in buckets upon buckets as a figure ran through a shadowy forest. He kept glancing over his shoulder, hearing the footsteps of his pursuer on his trail. His breath's came in gasps and wheezes, the rain pelting through the thin gray clothes he wore like icy bullets. He stumbled, crashing down into the undergrowth and under a large leafy bush. Pausing to regain his breath, he pressed a hand to his forehead, feeling a trickle of blood run down it. He could hear his tormenter, his pursuer's footsteps. They grew closer and closer until they were right by the bush, crunching down the root he had tripped over. "He has to know I'm in here! He has to!" The figure was frozen as he caught sight of something black. They were boots, flecked with what looked like rust but he knew they weren't. It was blood.
"Come out come out wherever ya are! Oh-" His next few words were blurred, whether by the rain or just because the person didn't want to hear them. "Where'd ya go?" The footsteps moved around the bush, slowly, in a torturous game that the figure knew he would lose. The pursuer's next words were garbled as well, as if it was being censored for his sake. "You know you can't hide from me. I'll find you; wherever you go I'll find you. Ya can't run forever." The figure flinched, feeling blood slide down his face and onto his eye from the cut. "Why'd ya run-" More blank, static words. "Why'd ya run? I'm the only hope you've got so why run? I'm all you have now."
"No you're not," he pleaded in his head. "You aren't and I know it!" The leaves quaked slightly as the footsteps came right back up to the bush. Someone parted the thick leaves and sickly green eyes looked down at him, the rest of the face so covered in blood and shadows that it was indistinguishable except for a sly grin. That grin. That creepy smile that had given him nightmare's for so long…
"Told ya, I'll always find you. No matter where you go, where you hide; you will be mine." A blood soaked hand reached down towards him then-
America jumped from his sleep as the book made contact with his head. "OUCH! What the-" he shouted, landing on the floor from his seat. England stood next to him, holding what looked like the world's biggest dictionary in hand as his bottle green eyes glared down at America.
"You stupid git, you fell asleep. Again." The British country hissed, walking away from the table to return the book to its proper place on the nearby bookshelf. America looked around, several concerned countries staring at him. Actually the whole world was staring at him technically, only a few were really concerned. Namely his invisible brother only he could see.
"Sorry dudes! Late night!" he said, laughing 'heroically' as he brushed himself off and regained his seat. England walked back over, taking his own seat next to the American.
"Then don't spend it all playing videogames and you won't be so tired!" America scratched the back of his head as he grinned at England who only raised an annoyed caterpillar-I mean eyebrow at him. Finally the elder nation turned back to his fellow countries, proceeding to lead the conversation onto the topic of the international economy.
America's grin settled down into a quiet, thoughtful look as he stared at the ceiling. For once, he hadn't been up all night playing his videogames (Although that new one Japan had sent him most certainly tempted him). He'd been having the same nightmare for the last three days, before he even got to the world meeting being held in London. Every time he closed his eyes, he ended up in a dark forest being chased by someone. America'd always fall and end up under a bush. The purser would talk to him, pretending not to know where he was when he knew all along America was in the bush. Those eyes…America shivered. It felt like he wasn't seeing through his own eyes when he had that dream, like he was reliving it but that wasn't his to relive. It confused him which is what kept him up, thinking of what it could mean.
He stretched his back, yawning, which earned him another glare from England that he responded by grinning. He'd deal with what the dream meant later, right now he had a whole world meeting to annoy the British country that raised him.
Okay! Rather short but it gets the idea across. No before anyone asks, that dream wasn't one of America's memories. It was someone else's. You probably can't tell, it's to early and vague although a hint was dropped if you squint really hard, like really really really hard. Leave a review and tell me what you think!
