Confederate America
Chapter 1
The Birth and the Relationship
This is my first Hetalia fanfic and I hoped I keep all existing characters in character. Just so you know, America's not going to be an genius, but he's not going to be an moron either.
It was just after the Missouri Compromise in 1820. Missouri was allowed to keep its slaves along with being part of the North. Where all the other states part of the North are non-slave states.
Alfred F. Jones didn't know what, but something was weird, he could feel it. It was a strange feeling and it was on his land. He wondered if it was England or France or even Canada, but remembered he and England were ignoring each other, with the war 8 years ago and France had no reason to be there.
Then it could be Canada, but he thought it was something else, something new. He walked around. "Aw man, what is it?"
He then heard a yell and then a cry. He frowned for a moment and the grinned. "Looks like the hero has to save the day!"
He went over and saw a kid in an alleyway. His grin dulled in confusion. "Hey kid, you okay?"
It was a girl and she had light brown hair, light skin, her hair a little darker than his and a big brown shirt covering her. She looked up and he saw bright blue eyes, like his. He smiled. "Hey, kid. What's wrong?"
She looked at him nervously. He crouched down, keeping his smile. "It's okay. C'mere."
She hunched over, narrowing her eyes. "W-why?"
"I'm not going to hurt you."
She looked scared, but felt she could trust him. She walked forward and he saw she had the cowlick in her hair like him, but it was sticking out of the right side of her hair and, instead of close to the middle and a bit longer than his. She stood in front of him, he then picked her up. She let out a squeak. He stiffened in shock and almost dropped her, barely catching her in time.
He knew that feeling, she felt like a colony or nation. He put his hands under her arms and lifted her until they were face to face. He just knew she was a personification and figured out she was part of his country, the south part. He was feeling detached from the lower parts, but thought it would go away.
He couldn't just leave her alone, she was only a couple of years old in human eyes, maybe seven. He then smiled at cheerfully smile. "Looks like you're a part of me. I'm America, you can call me Alfred or America if ya want."
She smiled then. "Okay, then. I'm Julia Howe, Montgomery is the other name."
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"America!"
The personification looked up to see a grinning girl with light brown hair brushing her shoulder blades, a simple blue dress that fell to her below her knees. She looked to be about 10 now. It was now 1827. She was growing decently for a personification. He grinned back. "Hey Monty, what's going on?"
Monty was short for her personification name. Unless in company of humans where they used the humans names, they usually used personification names. They've been together for 7 years and after a couple of years, she looked at America like her big brother. He now knew why England liked being a big brother. The other countries didn't know about Montgomery, he didn't know why he was split in half, but he heard those Italians were, so guessed it could happen.
He ruffed her hair and laughed as she made a face at him. She tugged on his pants. "Are we going to go? You promised we could."
He smirked. "I did, didn't I. Let's go then."
He was wearing black trousers and a white shirt, suspenders and a black jacket over that. They were in Virginia right now. It was her part, where she felt strongest. He was the land, but they were also her parts, but north of Virginia, she had no part or feeling being connected to. He held her hand as they walked down the street. It was nice to get a break.
As they walked, he thought about the 7 years with her. He saw she was caring and nice, but prideful. With the slaves, he was bothered because he didn't like his people being mistreated, even if they weren't legal citizens. Monty always was confused with the topic. She sometimes hated it and other times believed it was what the south needed to grow and survive and slaves were needed.
He got annoyed, but figured it was her people. He knew he hated when that happened. She was too young to fight the idea of her own thoughts on things. It was hard even for older nations. She asked a couple of hours later. "Brother? Don't you have to work?"
America grinned. "What're you talking about? I with my little sister."
Her look was dry. "You are using me to get away from paperwork."
All she got was a laugh and pat on the head. "Don't worry about it, Jules!"
She jolted at her human name, but didn't say anything else. Montgomery was happy to be outside, surrounded by her people. People were muttering around about New York and their new no slavery law. Montgomery froze, her brow creasing in a look of pain. She rubbed it with a groan, but shook her head as it didn't work.
"Jules?"
She looked up to see Alfred looking at her with a worried look. "I-it hurts."
He picked her up and carried her back through crowds of people and back to the house they originally had. Montgomery was confused. She wanted that to be good because she had a lot of slaves on her side and they were sad and hurt. But her white population needed them. It felt like her head was being torn in half.
When they got home, he laid her down and told her to sleep.
America sighed. "It's getting worse."
There, I hope he was in character. Oh, I should probably say this, I don't believe in racism even a little bit, but Confederate America, well she's confused and split in half in the decision. I also believe America would be serious around this time, with stress between the two halves of his country.
I mean, the Civil War was less than 90 years from the Revolutionary War. And these will be One-shots, not necessarily in order and around 1000 words or so. Also, her cowlick like America represents Florida. Florida was gained in 1819.