A young chief arose from the battle ground, with a young boy following slowly behind. The boy loyally followed him and seemed dedicated to the older one. The chief singled his hand and the he stopped.
"Matthew. Get the troops around to the southern side of Upper Canada. They will attack anytime by now."
He said furiously. They young boy, Matthew, bowed and nodded at the commands of the British men and precipitated towards the southern end of this now destroyed land. He could hear gunshots being fired everywhere; this frightened the boy but he moved on trying to prove his efforts in this empire. Looking back at the British man one last time, he signals with a nod, that he is ready and that he can win this. The chief in his green uniform, staring at the boy with his emerald green eyes nods back and signals that he believes in him.
"You can do it, do it for Britain."
He said as he walked away from the battlefield. The young boy raises his arm and looks at all of his men standing before him; the English, the natives and the French Canadians. A moment of time has come, a moment that they all have feared. Matthew takes a step forward, feeling the command in his hands.
"We can do this! Today is the day. We can make a change. We will fight for our country and for Britain. On peut le faire!"
Cheering roars through the crowd, mostly from the English.
"Lets go! On commence!"
The crowd starts charging forward, the natives flying through the English and the French. The English followed after in determination of Great Britain, the French behind, choosing to fight not for Britain but for their newly established homes in Canada and for there families who need themoney and protection from this war. Young Matthew follows behind his troop in no more fear. He belonged to Britain and he was forced to fight for Britain. Britain raised him, as well as France before Britain and Denmark, Sweden and Norway for a short period of time before both of them. He was always a child who wanted to have a family and not be an orphan. But, today was one of those days he feared. He knew he might loose Britain and he didn't want to be attacked and ruled by his brother (America). Matthew feared of his brother and will keep following Britain just so he save and be his own country. He deep down loved America, even though at this time he and his brother had a hard relationship. It was the first time America turned on him.
"Eh! Capitaine! Tu regards comme vous avez vue une fantome? Qu'est-ce qui te dérange?" (Eh! Captain! you look like you've seen a ghost? Is somthing wrong?)A man arrives behind him.
"Ce n'est rien... Merci" (Its nothing... thank you) He smiles at the French Canadian, noticing a native Canadian beside and English at his other side.
"Mr. Williams. I was wondering… A-Are you scared t-too?" The Englishman hesitated.
Matthew nodded at him and the others beside.
"Were all scared but we need to do are best alright? We will not allow them to have us." He says determinedly, trying to encourage the men following him. The native then spoke out rationally.
"We don't need this war. Men are dying. My people are fighting for this country and why must we have to give Britain the credit on this war. We are like his dogs. You understand don't you? Or must I be the only one with the right logic at the moment."
The French man nodded in agreement with the native, even though he only understood certain words but the English slightly fell to disgust knowing that England and its queen is the main priority, but deep down he understands that his point may be true. Canada knew that these men will never get along in this war, even if they fight for the same cause. He knew how hard it would be to bring these men together. But he knew it was the last chance he had.
"Men, please, you must know that this country is the only thing we got right now. Are homes and are families are here. You have to understand, if we don't work together, we loose it all. So please guys, we must do what's best for this country right now and for our future here."
The men stared at Matthew in surprise. They knew he was the leader by then even though they always knew he was the quiet type. They all nodded putting there differences aside. Canada then spoke again to the men.
"We will win this, we must have hope, we and all the other men fighting all over the borders of Canada need to stick together and save this country."
Matthew turned around facing the battlefield again. He charged fourth with his newly found friends towards the border, Americans stood there shooting away as they crossed paths with fellow troops and wounded men. Natives charged fourth shooting arrows in different formations hitting all in their paths. The English charged after with their guns, as well as the French, many were dying on there way, as bullets penetrate their bodies or from the barrel of their guns exploding on them. Canada watched in distress as the bodies of fellow Canadians and Americans fall, shatter, break and explode. He braced himself feeling tortured to watch this agonizing event take place. He knew this wasn't just a game. These were real people., real lives. He watches many flee the crime scenes, scared and desperate to survive as others hunt them down and murder them on sight like they were nothing. Matthew stood watching the decline of this war hit high grounds. People were crying, yelling, collapsing in all directions which made him sick to his stomach. Blood was tossed everywhere creating shades of red tainting everything it touches of this beautiful sacred land. . Canada wanted this to stop but he knew that this couldn't be stopped now. He felt selfish for having to force these men into war, even though he had not much choice because of Great Britain. Canada took out his gun. He knew he had to fight now and there's no turning back. This was his country and he will not allow anyone to take it from him or his people, even if it was his brother. He aimed his gun at an American soldier who was tackling down a native, when suddenly he heard a blood curdling scream that echoed in the woods behind him. He turned quickly around for his eyes to cross pass of an American soldier shooting the French man who came with him. Canada starred as in shock, the sudden depths of war fall upon him. This blew him away. He felt a sudden pain burst through his chest. He felt his multi-blooded blood boil with rage as he took step up onto his game. He aimed his gun at the enemy soldier as many emotions curled up inside him. He held his gun tightly, suddenly feeling lost and in pain. His eyes became watery as he walked towards the enemy. He liked that French man; he liked all of those men. But seeing someone of whom he just met die in front of his eyes triggered something he couldn't control easily. Matthew gripped harshly his gun and gently started pressing down on the trigger. He was about to shoot when suddenly a small sound of a trigger is heard at back of his head, something cold and hard, a gun barrel. Another man stood there aiming his gun at Matthews head. He wore a uniform with the colors a white, blue and red striped on it.
"Hello Brother."
He smiled and laughed at his own words.