A/N:
Don't get too excited. I got extra patriotic today voting and decided to post a chapter! I managed to write a whole chapter today alone. I'm up to chapter ten now and still haven't even gotten into the Civil War. I've only written events leading up to the Civil War and defining South and America's relationship. I thought this would last 5 chapters tops, but as it turns out there are a lot of things that led to the Civil War. lol
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Once more if I screwed up history let me know and I'll correct it next chapter in the author's notes.
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Chapter two: Louisiana Purchase
1798: Revoking of Pinckney's Treaty
"I can't believe this!" America raged pulling at his hair before punching a hole into the wall.
John Adams watched America with a thin line of disapproval on his lips. He had known the news would upset his nation, but he had hoped he would take it more gracefully. South stood by watching his brother with an air of concern and opportunity. He wanted New Orleans. Anger boiled in the Southern state's personification at the idea of Spain believing he could limit South's trade, but instead of lashing out he remained calm. He was a Southern gentleman after all.
"How can they revoke the treaty? What right do they have to take away my trade in New Orleans! Damn Spain. Damn it all to hell!" America continued to rant.
"America," Adams called out as the nation turned to him in a fit of rage, "You know as well as I do these things take time. Our people are going further and settling the land. Spain won't be able to hold Louisiana much longer. They are weak after their war with the French."
America slowly calmed down and nodded as South smirked. The young boy had grown into a child resembling the age of an eight year old.
"We are stronger than Spain. We can take New Orleans for ourselves," South gave America an expectant look.
America frowned, "No, I won't leave the east coast undefended for Britain to get his hands on," America shook his head as if to clear it.
South knew that answer was coming. America was constantly at his ex-brother's heels with a need to show Britain that America couldn't be pushed around. It was grating on South's nerves, but he followed America. After all, he was a part of America and what his brother decided was final.
"Of course," South nodded and looked up to Adams.
Adams sighed, "I think it is wise to wait. Spain won't be able to hold onto it long," the president nodded and turned on his heel and left bidding the two a good day.
America sighed and looked over at South, who was pouting slightly. The nation rolled his eyes and smiled fondly at his younger brother his temper subsiding slightly as he patted the youngster's head and messed up his blonde hair. Blue eyes similar to America's own glared up at him.
"America!" he exclaimed trying to part his hair back into place.
"Don't fret so much, bro. One way or another I'll get you New Orleans," America promised ignoring the outburst.
South's eyes lit up then and he smiled an identical smile to America's, "You mean it big brother?" South questioned hopefully and ran to hug America around the waist.
America chuckled, "Yeah," he answered hugging his brother back.
1801: Livingston
It only took a couple of years for the treaty to be put back into place and it only got better from then on. Napoleon had managed to take back the land during France's war with Spain and now South was hoping to be able to negotiate the purchase of New Orleans. At first, South had been worried when Napoleon had sent troops to New Orleans after taking the port from Spain. South didn't want Napoleon banning slavery in Louisiana. It would start a domino effect and then where would his economy be? America had managed to elect Thomas Jefferson as his next president during this time and everything was starting to fall into place.
"Please Mr. President. Please!" South begged in the oval office.
Jefferson looked up from his pen at the Southern part of the nation with an exasperated sigh. He put down his pen from the draft he'd been working on and rubbed his temples. Finally, he looked up into the boy's pleading eyes and smiled fondly. South was truly a master at manipulation. He had been playing the long game for New Orleans for a while.
"Go get me Livingston," he told South as the young personification's eyes widened.
"Seriously!" South shouted happily.
"No promises, but I'll try," Jefferson stated giving South a warning look.
"Okay, I'll get him!" South exclaimed and rushed out the door to find the French ambassador.
Jefferson rolled his eyes as the boy ran out the door barely containing his excitement. He went back to his work when a voice startled him from the documents.
"I wonder who spoils him more. You or me," America said with a halfcocked grin and leaned against the doorway.
"Oh, Mr. America, I did say no promises and I fully intended to bring the matter up with you before I decided to put it up to a vote," Jefferson explained himself before going back to drafting the proposal.
America walked forward to study what the president was working on and smiled even bigger seeing it was a request to travel to Paris to negotiate the trade or purchase of the port, New Orleans, into the United States. America couldn't deny it felt good. He also wanted that port. It was the most important trade route for the Mississippi River and perhaps America's desire to have it had manifested into his Southern states as it would boost their economy even more.
"Well, Mr. President, I promised South New Orleans years ago. Even went as far as to threaten France with an alliance with Britain," America chuckled, "Keep up the good work."
Jefferson smiled at America and nodded just as South ran in dragging poor Livingston with him. South's strength made it near impossible for the man to pull away from the young personification, and he looked resigned to his fate. Livingston gave both America and the president an exasperated look.
"You couldn't have waited until I was finished with lunch?" Livingston questioned annoyed as South let go of his hand.
Livingston gingerly rubbed his palm as South had squeezed it hard enough to bruise. America gave South a stern expression.
"We've talked about this South. You can't just drag around our personnel like they're your own personal slaves," America scolded the Southern states.
South wasn't even deterred of his mood with the reprimand. He was excited at the prospect of finally having New Orleans. South didn't bother pointing out the only reason he didn't have his own personal slaves was because America was slowly beginning to ban slavery, which was increasingly unsettling for South, but he refrained from mentioning it. South did not want to fight with his brother today especially with New Orleans so close to becoming a part of him.
"Yes, America," South responded sounding more sarcastic than sorry.
America frowned at him sternly letting loose a frustrated sigh from his nose. South and America had been fussing a bit lately over slavery. America pointed out often that the Declaration of Independence said all men were created equal to which South would pout and argue that slaves were not men but property. America usually would end the argument by just letting South have what he wanted. He had a hard time not giving in to his younger brother's wants.
South gave America an excited grin instantly wiping away America's frustration. America returned his Southern half's smile.
Livingston grumbled and looked at the president, who was giving the French ambassador an apologetic smile.
"I apologize for South's overzealous enthusiasm, but I have a job for you that is rather important," Jefferson began and held the proposal up for Livingston to read.
Livingston took the document and his eyes began to travel across the words and as he read the larger his eyes became until he looked up at Jefferson in shock. He finally understood why South had been so adamant in dragging him to the oval office. This was a huge task that was being asked of him.
"You want me to negotiate the purchase of New Orleans?" Livingston questioned even though he had just read the answer.
Jefferson nodded.
Livingston gave a loud momentous sigh and looked towards America and his brother. South was grinning ear to ear and America had laid a heavy palm on the young Southern half's shoulder. America gave Livingston a nod as well. As one of the Founding Fathers of America, Livingston felt a need to double check with his nation. With only what Livingston could describe as a boulder landing on his shoulders, he turned with his new task and went to prepare for the journey to France.
1802: Saint Domingue
"We can't let France regain any control in North America," America stated as he paced back and forth.
"Best to maintain neutrality," Jefferson agreed with a nod watching America.
"I think we should arm the rebels," South piped up.
America stopped pacing and Jefferson stared at the boy, who was currently playing with America's old toy soldiers Britain had made for him. It was said in a flippant tone and South hadn't even looked up from his toy soldiers. America looked over at Jefferson, who looked back at America. They both knew France was attempting to regain control of Saint Domingue in the Caribbean giving him a major hold in North America. Arming the rebels would help ensure that France stayed out.
"I'll send word out to allow war contraband to the rebels in Saint Dominque," Jefferson muttered as he shifted through the papers at his desk.
South looked up from his toys confused, "You're actually considering it?" South questioned.
Usually his ideas were discarded in favor of America's.
"Way to go little bro!" America complimented South and looked at him in the floor.
South turned to his brother with toothy grin showing what had held the Southern half's attention during America and Jefferson's discussion. America frowned when he studied his old toys.
"South?" America called.
"Yeah?" South answered.
"Did you paint the soldiers I gave you?" America asked.
There was a brush and expensive paint jars on the floor. South had paint on his clothes and had managed to get some on the floor of the oval office. America was preparing to scold the boy that the oval office was not the place for arts and crafts especially when it was something as damaging as paint when he saw that South had painted them two different colors.
"Why didn't you paint them all blue?" America inquired.
America had assumed South was removing the British red from the soldiers and turning them more into the blue uniforms Americans wore.
South shrugged, "I thought there needed to be two sides," he explained.
America scowled as he studied the two different sides South had created. Half of the soldiers stood proud in America's blue union uniforms and the other half were now in stormy gray uniforms giving America a slight uneasiness in the pit of his stomach.
1803
A secret meeting was currently being held in the White House. America had forced an unwilling South to the meeting promising his younger brother that it would be worth his while. South had reluctantly accompanied the North American nation to the oval office. There Jefferson was with a French man known as Pierre Samuel du Pont de Nemours. South looked at America in confusion, but America didn't look at him.
"Thank you for coming Alfred. This is Du Pont a negotiator of secrecy to France," Jefferson introduced.
Du Pont looked at America then to South in confusion. He turned to Jefferson with a look demanding him to explain the two's presence.
"Pleasure to meet you, I am Alfred F. Jones and this is my younger brother, William Jones," America introduced the two of them.
Du Pont turned from Jefferson to nod at the two seemingly young men, "Bonjour," he greeted.
"Now Du Pont is close with Napoleon in France and has offered his services to us," Jefferson informed them gesturing for Du Pont to talk.
"At this time," his French accent was a little thick, "I think it would be best for the current tensions between France and the United States if we orchestrate a larger purchase than just New Orleans."
America scowled, "What do you mean a larger purchase?" he questioned.
"As in the entire Louisiana territory," Du Pont made a grand gesture.
South shook his head interrupting America's reply, "Why should we have to purchase a land we rightly deserve? I can already feel it as a part of me. France has no right to it," South said adamantly.
"William," America scolded as Du Pont and Jefferson both looked towards the boy.
"No, William is right. France has no right to it, but I cannot risk the French taking Louisiana over," Jefferson stood up for South leaving America to grit his teeth at the undermining of his authority.
Du Pont looked unsurely between the three feeling uncomfortable at the sudden tension. South was shooting America a smug look as Jefferson had returned to his documents and began to search for a paper he had finished drafting earlier in the week. He handed it wordlessly over to Du Pont.
"You already knew what I was coming to discuss," Du Pont accused of Jefferson breaking the ice in the room.
Jefferson shook his head, "I hoped. I drafted two others in case of a different outcome. If you will be on your way to France," Jefferson dismissed the Frenchman.
Once Du Pont had left, America stepped forward with a scowl, "Jefferson this isn't right. All I wanted was New Orleans for South not all of this. Britain and Spain are both going to flip," America stated.
South scoffed, "Since when have you cared about Britain?" he asked.
America turned to the young personification, "I don't!" he snarled.
South glared at America, "You just don't want me to gain more slave states!" he accused his brother.
America felt his temper rise, "I've let you have your slavery. I'm not arguing about this again. You got what you wanted!" America argued fiercely.
"Boys please!" Jefferson stepped forward with a frown, "The decision has been made!"
America forbade South to come as he traveled across the Atlantic. He shook hands with France and the deal was made. The Louisiana Purchase treaty was signed on April 30 1803 in Paris. America couldn't help but feel as if this would divide him further from his younger brother.
There we are, chapter 2! Next chapter is scheduled to come out on Thanksgiving. Thanks for reading!
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