Ello world of Fanfiction~! I've decided to publish these drabbles here for archive purposes and to perhaps introduce the world to the ship known as LibeRacy- a ship that a roleplay buddy and I made up with our OCs of the Confederate States of America and the Statue of Liberty on Facebook.

This is the first ever drabble that I wrote with the two and I included some pieces of other roleplays as well, so credit goes where credit is due. If you need to know more about my Confederacy OC, his bio is on my profile along with a link to the page. Mmkay? Mmkay.

And here goes~

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New York City, New York

The Apartment of Elizabeth "Libby" Bonnefoy

The blonde lay on her sofa, cerulean blue eyes rolled back in her head. A slender yet curved leg hung off of the edge almost lazily, a green blanket draped over her form. Eyes drifted upward, looking at the white ceiling of her living room. A bucket lay beside the sofa upon the floor due to her illness that she'd had...

For a week.

How long was the flu supposed to last? Why was she feeling fine one moment and absolutely shitty the next? The answer could perhaps... be resting in her hand. Lifting up a box, she stared straight at it, eyes narrowing.

This couldn't be it...

Could she really be...

Was it possible?

Libby exhaled sharply and sat up slowly, looking toward the bathroom, fated box still in her hands. And soon enough, she found herself getting up, walking to said bathroom.

Okay.

She was probably overreacting. She was a monument- the Statue of Liberty- for crying out loud-. She couldn't really get pregnant, right? But her curiosity killed her in the end, and she ended up taking the test.

Merde. Three minutes seemed like an eternity when you were waiting.

When the beep beep beeping of the timer on her phone sounded, she scrambled over to the test, just to see what her fate was. She nearly fainted when she saw the result- a little pink plus sign.

She was pregnant. "I... I'm pregnant...?" Libby whispered aloud, unable to believe it. She hadn't even known that it was possible. Her inner Frenchwoman was screaming- oh Dieu, what was happening?

The test lay in her hands for a few more moments as wide cerulean eyes stared.

And stared.

And stared.

Dieu, what was she going to do? She was all alone. Alfred hadn't been around lately and she understood completely. He was a busy country and all... Even if he was her fiancée.. He was married to his country first. That was part of his patriotic spirit... But she missed him. Merde, how was she going to tell him that he was going to be a father?

Before Libby knew it, her body was putting shoes on and walking out into the streets of NYC, rain pouring down.

Alright. This was happening. She was going to be mother... Something only she knew...

And it was probably going to stay that way for as long as possible. Let's be real here, she was scared as hell and probably over thinking things-

Looking up when her body paused, cerulean eyes widened slightly when they noticed where she had ended up. An apartment building. Johnny's to be specific.

Johnny was the personification of the Confederacy- the South during the American Civil War. Someone that she had known ever since she had arrived in America- since she was a new monument. They'd met by chance- Johnny had been upset, fuming in a park after visiting Alfred for something.

Flashback

New York City

October 28, 1886

Nine years after the Southern Reconstruction ended. Things in the South had been getting back to normal- yet Johnny had decided to go visit Alfred. To perhaps make things right.

He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he wasn't welcome anywhere anymore. His ferocity had given in- and his stubbornness. He and Alfred could never get along. Alfred's last words echoed in his head.

-"You're nothing. Just get out of my life, South."-

...

-"Just get out of my life, South."-

...

-"Out of my life, South."-

..

"Excusez moi monsieur?"

(Excuse me sir?)

Stormy grey-blue eyes glanced up from where they looked at his lap to meet bright cerulean. A small blonde girl, clothed in a green toga looking outfit, looked straight at him. She had a sort of concerned look on her face.

"Je suis perdu, pourriez-vous me aider?"

(I'm lost, could you help me?)

A soft sigh escaped the Confederate and he nodded, pushing himself to his feet and replied in French. "Oui, quel est votre nom?"

(Yes, what's your name?)

He knew French only because of the Louisiana Purchase and New Orleans.

The girl bit her lip softly before she replied, almost meekly. "Elizabeth Bonnefoy."

A gentle smile appeared on the Confederate's face. "Jonathan Jones. Appelez-moi Johnny."

(Jonathan Jones. Call me Johnny.)

End Flashback.

Here she was. In front of his apartment. He really only had an apartment in New York to visit her. Really, she knew that Johnny was uncomfortable with city life in general. Luckily for her, he was here this weekend. He had planned on going sightseeing with her. Before she could decide to run away, the door opened, and there the Confederate was, dressed in his usual flannel and jeans. Grey-blue eyes, clouded as the storm clouds in the sky, blinked when they saw the soaked monument there. "...Libby?"

Libby looked up at him. Her clothes clung to her body, soaked from the storm. He quickly urged her inside, surprised by her lack of words. "Libby-" Confederate eyes looked toward her as he shut the door and grabbed a towel. "...is somethin' wrong?" His voice was quiet, serious always. Libby's gaze shifted under his and she didn't say a word.

Johnny frowned, deeper than always and he gently sat her down on his sofa, sitting down on the floor across from her. "Okay. What's wrong."

She kept her gaze upon her own lap. "..n-nozhing..." She'd always been a terribly obvious liar.

Several blinks. A frown. "...huh. Well even someone with bad social skills like me kin tell that that ain't true." Hands flew to where they were crossed across his chest and a Confederate brow raised. "...What is it."

Merde- He was totally onto her and most likely wasn't going to let her leave without hearing the truth. Libby bit her lip, taking a step away from the former soldier. "...I-I'm pregnant.."

Stormy grey-blue eyes widened. "Pregnant...?" How was that even possible? "..and yer sure about this?" The Confederate's voice was quiet. Gentle, even.

The monument gave a small nod, having asked the exact same questions herself. "Oui...I-I don't know and it scares me. Is my body even able to 'andle carrying a child?" Elizabeth covered her face with a hand, now starting to doubt herself. "Alfred doesn't even know about zhis. What is 'e going to do when 'e comes back? For all 'e cares, I could 'ave went off and whored myself out!"

Oh god. Johnny had no idea how to deal with this sort of thing- but one of his only friends seemed upset, so he had to say or do something... He suddenly hugged her a bit awkwardly, really trying to help her calm down. "Hey- hey. I don't know much about... this sorta thing, but as far as I know, all this stressin' ain't good.." He breathed out soothingly. The Confederate was surprised that Alfred didn't know though. Was he the first to know? "I'm sure he'll be thrilled. He likes kids, yanno. And I'm sure that's ain't true-"

The embrace was certainly unexpected, but she didn't hesitate another moment to wrap her arms around Jonathan. He was right- While pregnancy was new to her, Libby had heard that too much stress could kill the developing fetus. "I hope so...I mean, Al 'as been wanting to try for awhile now.." The blonde went silent for a second as she pulled the male closer. "Johnny...I need you. You're zhe only one zhat knows...I 'aven't even told Elias. You said you don't know much about zhis, but please..at least until Alfred comes back..if 'e ever does."

He blinked slowly as he was pulled closer and paused upon hearing her request. "-Alright." Johnny agreed. "I'll do my best ta be there for ya and help ya out- until Alfred comes back." He promised. He was a fiercely loyal man, so this wouldn't be a problem.

Despite what most of America thought, he really was loyal. Even though he had "betrayed his country", he really was always there for his friends. Especially for Libby. She was one of his only friends. The one who had believed in him when no one else would. The person who had dragged him out of isolation, made him just a bit more confident. Yes, he was still awkward and withdrawn, but he was better.

"Merci, merci, Johnny!" She thanked him suddenly, hopping off of the couch and hugging him tightly. His face flushed at the sudden contact, her soakedness getting his clothes wet. He quickly moved away, uncomfortable with said hug. "Yeah, yeah.." He mumbled.

Moving away slightly, he stood up. "I'm goin' ta get ya some dry clothes fer ya, darlin'." And with that said, he quickly shuffled away. Hearing the endearment brought a memory back from several years ago. Something that had put a damper on their relationship for over a decade.

Flashback

Rural Georgia

1999

Walking through the forest near Jonathan's house, the Confederacy and monument walked together, alongside his dog Annie, who was sniffing around. Elizabeth had some to visit him because 'he was too lonely'. Whatever that meant.

Looking over at the taller man, Libby couldn't lie to herself anymore. She had fallen in love with Jonathan, the Confederate States. The same man who had fought against her fiancé. The same man who she had been advising on how to win over one's heart. Well...it worked. He had won hers. And quite easily at that.

The monument shook her head before taking a deep breath and going up to the Confederate. Elizabeth froze. This would ruin their friendship and cause an unhealthy factor to come into her relationship with Alfred. But it was either now or later. And with one last final thought, the blonde tugged on the arm of his uniform to get his attention. "...Johnny...I..je t'aime. Je t'aime..!"

When the unexpected line escaped the monument's lips and when hands tugged on his sleeve, blue-grey eyes shifted to the blonde woman and his jaw fell open for a moment. He knew just enough French to know what that meant... And he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Ya... ya love me? Me?" He exhaled. "Are ya sure about that?"

In his mind, it wasn't possible for him to be loved. But maybe... maybe Libby was different.. After all, she... she had encouraged him when no one else would- and when she did, it made his heart so warm... He had felt accepted for once in his life and he loved that feeling.

The Confederate shook his head lightly. What about... what about America? What about... No. He wouldn't allow himself to lose self control. He was a gentleman! And they didn't take other men's women... But.. He wanted to.

Libby bit her lip hearing his reply. She lowered her cerulean hues to the ground, unwilling to look at his expression. She had no reason to be unsure...she was doing as her papa had told her many times over as a little girl...following her heart. The Frenchwoman cursed herself for being so selfish, she wanted both America and the Confederacy. This...this was exactly the dilemma Francis had been in not to long ago...engaged to one man and in love with another. But he had left his fiancé for the other. She couldn't do that to Alfred! He already had so much power over her, it'd be hell to cut of their relationship.

The monument sighed as she attempted to look back up at him, her grip on his sleeve starting to tighten. "Oui..I do...I-I'm selfish for saying it but it's true..! I can't lie to myself or my 'eart!"

Before the Confederate could stop himself, he gently turned toward her, removing her hand from his sleeve. A rough hand, calloused and worn from his work, cupped her chin, making those bright cerulean orbs of hers meet his dull, blue-grey ones. Such a look of gentleness rested upon his face, in his eyes- one that rarely showed. A single thumb stroked her cheek.

"I cain't let ya love me." He mumbled. "Not when ya already have someone better. Someone who's always been and always will be better. America. Alfred, not me. He's better for ya, healthier, easier." His thumb moved to where it gently brushed across her lower lip. "And no matter how I might feel, how much I would like to return yer love, it ain't right. It ain't right, darlin'." He shook his head slightly, lips pressing together in that same old frown of his.

Her expression seemed to fall as he put his hand on her cheek. She leaned into it before placing her own, pale, delicate hand on his. Elizabeth wanted to keep Johnny here, keep his touch, that gentle look that graced his features.

The statue furrowed her brows in an attempt to keep back the tears she felt start to form. "...don't say zhat. I'll always love you...I can't just forget about you. I love you because of your flaws, because you're not perfect..!" Her voice truly broke with the last statement. She knew the Confederate was right. Alfred was better for her in many ways...but things wouldn't be the same.

"I know...even so..what am I going to do after zhis? I can't just forget about you and 'ow I feel!" Elizabeth removed his hand from her cheek, still keeping both of hers. "I...I-I don't want to be left alone again...please mon cher.."

It hurt to see her like this. It hurt to see that look upon her pretty face, it wasn't right to see such a lovely woman so upset. Johnny wanted nothing more than to see her smile- that radiant smile of hers gracing those lips. "Elizabeth..." The blond man sunk to one knee, both hands grasping one of her smaller, paler hands. He promptly buried his face in it, eyes squeezing shut for a moment.

"Don't look so sad, darlin'. It really doesn't suit ya..." Gentle lips pressed to her hand, lingering for a few moments before he looked up. "I won't leave ya alone... alright?" It would hurt them both for him to stay, but god, he couldn't leave her like this. If had been anyone else but her... "I really wish ya'd ferget me though..." He added in a slight mumble.

End Flashback

Shortly after that, Johnny had urged her back to Alfred and that had been the end of it. No calls, no talking, no visits for several years. Until this year, this fateful year, they had met again. Libby crawled onto the sofa, curling up under the towel, shivering.

She just needed to forget about that. She loved Alfred. America. The United States. Her fiancee. Who wasn't there... who hadn't been there.. who wasn't there with her...

Who had always been there for her? Who just promised that they would help her? Who always treated her so sweetly, so kindly? Who kept her company when no one else would?

That man. That man whose apartment she was in. Jonathan Jones. Dieu.

The monument looked up when the man walked in, clothes folded neatly in his arms. He didn't look up at her, eyes staying focused perfectly on the pile. "I ain't got any... girl clothes, but ya really need somethin' dry, so.."

Libby pushed herself to her feet, slipping her shoes off and walking over to where he stood. She placed the clothes aside and grabbed his hands. "Johnny, I-"

He covered her mouth with his larger hand and looked up, stormy blue eyes staring into cerulean hues. "Please darlin'. Don't do this. I'm just gonna... gonna take care of ya until Alfred comes back." He mumbled, knowing that look in her eyes. It was the same one that she'd had that one time.

Honestly, Johnny should have been expecting this. He hadn't exactly let her get over him before he came sort of waltzing back into her life. He was despicable and selfish and he knew it. She was his only friend, his best friend, the one he... the girl he... the monument he...

He loved.

But he couldn't have her. Never. She had Alfred, who was a lot healthier for her. Much better. He was the United States of America- a world superpower. A very powerful man. Someone who deserved her.

And Johnny he-

He didn't deserve her.

He would never deserve her.

She was beautiful and wondrous and perfect and...

Christ, he couldn't do this.

"But I don't want Alfred," Libby mumbled as he moved his hand. A surprised Confederate gaze fell upon her. Blink. Blink. Blink. "I want you, mon cher.." She sounded so desperate and even gripped the fabric of his shirt. "And I know you want me too... please, please... Let me follow my 'eart and... let yourself follow yours."

Jonathan stared straight at her, his icy cold heart melting as it always did when he was with her. God. How could he deny her again? "But... darlin', you deserve so much better..." He couldn't be so selfish.

Slender hands reached up and grabbed his chin, making him look straight down at her. "Better zhan you? Cher, zhere is no one better zhan you.. je t'aime.. je t'aime.. please... I know you love me too.. say it, please..." She begged, those eyes of her piercing through his soul.

"Je... je t'aime.." The French was heavily accented with a Southern accent, almost sounding awkward. More like a Cajun-French more than anything. But the meaning behind it was true, he really loved her. Strong Confederate arms pulled her close, clinging tightly to her. "God... Christ... I love ya so damn much, Libby. I cain't.. I cain't even express.." The embrace tightened and he exhaled. "But.. Alfred-"

"I will... I will break it off with Amerique." She cut him off, still looking into his eyes. ''e... 'e will be angry. But I cannot allow myself to keep playing zhese games.. I need you..."

The Confederate exhaled softly and nodded. "Alright darlin'... but what about yer...yer..." His hand gently rested upon her stomach. Her expression fell. She had almost forgotten..

Seeing the look on her face, Johnny moved to cup it with his hand. "If ye'll let me... I guess I kin.. help ya raise it. I ain't never thought that I would be a father figer ta a kid, but.. I wanna be there fer ya. I'll move permanently here."

Elizabeth knew that this was a major sacrifice for him. He loved his countryside. The remoteness, the seclusion, the privacy. And the city would be a great change. "Are you sure?" She had to ask. She almost couldn't allow him to. "I don't wanna be away from ya anymore." Johnny said simply. And from his tone, that was that and there was nothing that she could do to change that. A smile appeared on her face. "Okay."

Leaning down, he quickly placed a soft kiss upon her cheek and blushed, looking toward the clothes. "Ya...ya should get changed now."

The blonde woman smiled and nodded, an amused look appearing on her face. "Oui."