Prologue

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Sometimes the only pay off for having any faith,
Is when it's tested again and again everyday,
I'm still comparing your past to my future,
It might be your wound but they're my sutures

~Immortals, Fall Out Boy


"I should get back the thirteen colonies, after all that's what I lost when America became independent!" England argued

"You had you chance to rule them, mon ami, and you failed. I say it is Big Brother France's turn to have a go at it!"

"They were originally mine! I will fight for them!"

Canada sat back in his chair and watched as the other countries divided up his brothers land. England, Japan, France, Germany, Italy, Russia, China, and himself. They were the main components in America's destruction, so they would divvy up the land and simple annex it into their own countries. Simple as that. After all, why leave such bountiful land to go to waste? Sure, the people may resist at first, but soon they'd forget America even existed. Generations would pass and there would be no more Americans, just citizens of the country that got assigned that land. After all, Alfred F. Jones and his country were both dead. Matthew should know, he was the one that had shot his brother in the head. Squishing the small feeling of guilt that welled up in his stomach as he remembered his brother dead body lying in the mud unmoving, Canada too stood up.

"There will not be anymore fighting, we all wanted a common goal. That goal was to destroy America, and we accomplished that. We can evenly distribute the land, but you may not get what you want. Get over it." Canada pursed his lips and glared before sitting down once more

You didn't want him dead, you just went along with it because you'd be recognized. You killed your only brother, the only person who remembered you existed, just to be seen. You're a selfish, greedy person. That voice, constantly in the back of his head, sounded far to much like Alfred for Matthew's tastes. Resting his head on the palm of his hand, Matthew closed his eyes. What's done is done, there is no back tracking now. America was dead, no matter how much Canada secretly hated the fact.

His brother was dead.


"Push! Come on, push!" The nurse was screaming

"Ah!" He could imagine his wife, Julia, in pain as she screamed and cried

A refuge camp was certainly not where Isaac Bennett thought his wife would give birth. The war itself was unexpected, but what surprised him more was that they lost. The United States government had all been overthrown and killed by the foreign countries and now the enemy soldiers were looking for any possible resistance to stomp it out. Some thought their land was going to be given to the different countries, and some had hope that America would fight the invading countries off. Isaac himself knew there was no hope with their military practically abolished, it would be up to the people. Then again, what could a bunch of nobodies do against bombs and guns? Still, deep inside, he felt hope. Hope that his country would come out victorious, through he knew that dream was vain.

So he stood outside the medical tent, wringing his hands and praying for the best as his wife cried out inside giving birth to their child. The camp had no technology whatsoever, simply a few medical tools and volunteer doctors. However, the camp was better than risking your life out on the city streets that were crawling with foreign soldiers. Their homes had either been shot up or bombed, but they had all found other refugees like themselves and scrounged together all they had to survive. The tall, brunette man didn't want to raise his son in a world like this. He wanted it to be like when he was a child, free to run around in his back yard and not having to worry about a soldier shooting him down for looking suspicious.

All of a sudden, a loud cry cut through the air. A baby's cry, strong and loud, along with the nurses declaration that the child was a boy. Isaac entered the tent right as the smiling nurse set the baby in his wife's arms. Going over to her side, he looked at the baby who already had tufts of blonde hair on his head and eyes that were wide open. A bright vivid blue that seemed almost unnatural looked up at him with such self awareness, Isaac new immediately that this boy would grow up to be sharp as a tack.

"Is that unusual?" He heard Julia ask, tired but smiling, "His eyes?"

"No." The nurse shook her head, "Most baby's eyes are blue when they're born."

"They're so bright though." Isaac muttered, knowing neither woman could hear him

"So, what's his name?" The nurse smiled widely at the couple

Looking at his wife, Isaac waited for her to speak, "Alexander George Bennett."

"Julia." Isaac looked at his wife warningly, "Would that be a good idea."

The woman pursed her lips, "Well I don't see why not! With our country in such bad times, I'd like to remember some of the good men who were our founding fathers. Who knows, maybe with a little faith and patriotism, we can kick those ass holes back to their own countries and show them not to mess with the United States!"

Shaking his head with a weak smile, Isaac gave his consent to the name. With a mother like that, the man couldn't imagine how his son was going to turn out. Probably the leader of some rebel group or something. Chuckling lightly as he took his son into his arms, he shook his head. What a ridiculous idea.


A/N: So, another story. Yes, I am partially insane. Also, can anyone guess why I names Alfred's reincarnation Alexander George? if you guess I'll give you free internet cookies! Here's a hint; one has something to do with American history and the other has something to do with it, but that's not the reason I chose it.

Hope you guys enjoy!

Also, for those wondering why I usually write about America (I got a few PM's) I'm planning to write about other characters soon. I just like America the best (Though Spain is a close second) XD