America vs. America

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the comic SATW. However I do own this story. Enjoy!

Summary: Sister America has always felt she was under her brother's shadow. His opinion had to be right and she couldn't express her own. She's had enough and wants to fight for her own independence.

Chapter One: The Beginning

I was born around the early 1800's down in the deep south. My big brother at the time was in the north and was excited to see me. I am one hundred and eighty one years younger than him but I always felt we had the same maturity level. He would usually laugh it off whenever I brought up the subject by providing our history in great detail in my daily lessons.

"Brother like why are you telling this story again!" I whined, stomping my foot on the hardwood floor. With this particular lesson he was teaching me about his days as a colonial boy. It was the fifth time he had told me the same story within this past week and I was feeling nauseated. "I like get it now, you rebelled against dad and became independent. I'm sick of hearing the same story! I rather like work in the cotton field with the slaves!"

He stared at me for a while with disapproval and let out an exasperated sigh. "Even though we are not a powerful nation yet, it's really important to learn the freedom we earned when we fought the British. If we would have lost little sister, we would still be under our father's tyranny." He walked over towards the coat stand to gather his hat and cane before returning back towards me. His blue eyes were glisten with pride and a smile was forming on his lips.

I stared at him curiously, wondering why he would smile that confidently. I was speechless for a while with nothing to say to him. He knew I was staring at him and began to laugh. "Well I guess somehow I must have made a great impression on you today! Maybe this will make you understand why you can't overlook the past." He bowed to me like a proper gentleman and in return I would curtsy just like a well groomed woman I would become someday.

I tried forming the prideful smile my brother had made a while ago. Yet when I laid my eyes upon him, I felt so weak compared to him. He was the one that the bosses would confine with diplomatic issues. He was almost a young adult and I was still just a child. He shook his head with pride at my silence and waved me goodbye.

I shook my thoughts away and ran up towards the door wanting to see my big brother leave. A part of me was sad to watch him leave me once again, yet a part of me was glad to see him go. I was in this state for a long time until one of my slaves tapped my shoulders.

"Miss America you received a telegram this evening." She says to me with a nervous tone. I turn around to face her to see she was scared which me made feel irritated. "A telegram for me… Iike seriously?" I have never received one before which makes me wonder why now? I let out a deep sighed before looking up at her confidently. "So like give me the telegram so I can prepare myself."

Author's Note:

Since this is basically the 1800's, the characters will be a little bit OOC unfortunately. The reason being is because what the stereotypical American woman would be in that time period is completely different from today's stereotype. However I will try my best to make sure that they stay in character since I hate it when authors make the characters the polar opposite from the characters. -_-"

On the other note if you did not catch this I found something ironic while writing this. If you caught the statement and you know how women were like back in the 1800's, you will probably laugh like I did.

I also apologize for the short chapter but I promise the next one will be longer! ^.^