Prologue
The Confederate States of America stood in the warm Southern sun, smiling. His short, neat blond hair whipped around in the breeze. His green eyes sparkled, not hidden behind glasses like that idiot Union's were. He wore a gray military uniform.
The Confederacy looked down at his uniform and sighed. He wished that his first experience of life as a nation didn't have to be war. But that was the way things had to be. The Union was tearing his well-ordered world apart. After all, weren't the slaves happy where they were? They were well treated!
The United States of America stood on the hill, staking out his brother's base. For once, no grin split his face, no cry of "I'm the Hero!" split the air. But there was a split. Half of him had just split away, and he had to get it back. His blue eyes were serious, a sight England would have loved to see. But he was serious for a reason. Without the resources, land, people and culture rich in the Confederacy, he would die, and soon.
The Union caught sight of the slight glow of a nation among the thousands of gray-coated soldiers on the hill. He aimed his gun. America fired.
Gunshots rang out. Bullets sprayed the ground around him, barely missing his head. The brand-new nation dove to the ground. He lifted up his head just enough to see the blue-coated group far in the distance. He cursed. What the hell were that idiot Union and his soldiers doing here? How had they even discovered the base?!
Another shot rang out. The Confederacy rolled to the left, just in time to avoid a bullet that dug into the ground exactly where he had lain. The new nation swore again. Damn, he's a good shot.
At that moment, each and every blue-coated soldier dropped to their knees and started firing.
For hours, the siege raged on. The Confederates refused to back down, and the Union soldiers just kept on killing.
At last, the Confederacy could take it no longer. He pulled out his neat white handkerchief and tied it to a stick. The new nation reluctantly raised the surrender flag high.
On the hill, America smiled.
America and the Confederacy faced each other. The smile was gone from America's face. He was pointing a gun at the other man.
There wasn't a single flaw in the Confederacy's calm expression. But deep inside, he was terrified. I don't want to die, I don't want to die, he implored. He began saying the Lord's Prayer in his head.
The Union fired.
The Confederacy vanished.
America gasped as the new country vanished into glowing green smoke. The spirit-like apparition rose and formed into a giant, glowing green serpent. Suddenly, it rushed down and collided with the superpower. America took a breath - and choked as the spirit of the Confederacy came rushing in. He coughed and choked and fought, but the spirit was too strong. He felt it becoming one with him.
America blacked out.