The blood soaked battle ground served as a reminder of just how many people were lost. The South was continuously beat back and the soldiers running low on ammo and food. Lee knew there was no use, the only outcome of more fighting would be the loss of innocent lives. He respected these men, cared for them, they fought for what they believed in, knowing they would more than likely die. This is what made up his mind, Robert E. Lee surrendered to the Union, unwilling to sacrifice the remaining lives of his soldiers. He hoped they'd understand, that he could not bare to dig another grave for a man who gave his life, knowing that it was no use. He also hoped that 'He' would understand.

"It's over James. Just stop." a blue eyed male said, looking into the green ones in front of him. This man, who looked so much like himself, stood in a defiant stance. Though blood poured from the large gash in his back he would not waver. "Please Jamie-" "Don't call me that! You ain't got no right to go 'round callin' me that!" James growled, glaring at Alfred. "Sorry, Confederacy." Alfred said, his voice now void of emotion. This man before him, his brother, hated him… for the same reason he had despised England, because he wanted freedom, and it was denied.

"I'm sorry James, but this is how it has to be. You're dying… it's over." James grinned wickedly at his brother, blood dripping from his mouth. He spit and said, "Long as they believe, I ain't ever gonna die. Remember that brother." and with those last words, the green eyed male fell to the ground, finally succumbing to his wounds. Alfred looked down sadly at his brother, he really didn't want it to end like this…

"Was this really a victory?" America asked himself as he buried the his friends body, the man who shared his face. Once he was finished he placed the Confederate Rose over the mound of dirt covering his beloved brother. Sighing he looked up and read the headstone,

James R. Dixon;

Beloved brother, Country, and Friend.

1860-1865

Though he did not agree with the way Confederacy was he still loved him, he always would. James was a good person, a bit rude, but not evil in any way. It was just his way of life that caused the war. His people were not evil, they just lived differently, in a different time, and times were changing, they were standing still. But now America will move forward, as the United States. The U.S.A. "Goodbye, Jamie." Alfred said as he put on James' glasses. "I'll take good care of Texas for you, the others too." And with that he walked away.

A/N: 'The others' refers to the other 10 states of the C.S.A.

South Carolina, Mississippi, Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana, Texas, Virginia, North Carolina and Tennessee. For those who don't know, I also put them in order of when they joined the Confederacy ^w^

The Confederate Rose's name is Hibiscus Mutabilis (cotton rosemallow) the legend says it gets its name from the flowers soaking up the blood spilled on Confederate battlefields.

The way I picture the Confederacy is that he looks just like Alfred but he was the one with glasses (Texas) as it's know in the fandom. He doesn't have the cowlick though but he has his hair parted the same way. Besides that he looks like a green eyed Alfred. Albeit probably a little tanner because of the southern sun.