American Heart
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...I was at camp...but not as a camper but as a councilor it was orientation for us but I'm back for a while before I head back to camp for the last part of summer ^^ fun time all around :D
Sorry for any grammar errors I'm only human.
Chapter Two: The Louisiana Purchase
"I have to admit Britain; America has certainly grown up to be fine nation." France said watching the young nation talk to an excited Italy.
Britain looked up from a letter to glare at the French nation then to his former colony. Unlike himself, France, China, and Russia who wore the finest silks money could buy smoking cigars from India or Opium wearing the finest perfumes America was outfitted in a simple cotton dress and her wheat colored hair pulled up and back from her face and neck. It was simple but America wasn't the only country wearing the same style of clothes.
"She's doing alright I suppose." Britain finally answered picking up a tea cup and took a sip.
"Alright? Mon ami she had grown into a beautiful woman. My boss believes that she would be a lovely addition to our home." France said absently mindedly swirling a glass of wine before taking a sip "It shouldn't be that hard to learn French."
Before anybody knew it Britain stood up sending his chair crashing to the floor a gun in hand pointed straight at France's head. "I'll see you dead before that happens."
The room fell silent as every nation turned to the two. It wasn't unusual that they argue in the gathering, one of the reasons why there weren't as many gathering of nations. However pulling a gun was certainly new. "France just had to open his mouth around Britain didn't he?" Prussia muttered walking up to Italy and America.
"What are you talking about?" America asked.
"France was talking about his new boss and how he will bring every nation's under France's control." Prussia explained softly "He probably talk about you to Britain." America raised an eyebrow at Prussia "You honestly don't believe that Britain still isn't sore about losing you America."
"Oh I hope he's still sore about losing the war, I just don't understand how I I'm involved in what looks like to be another war against France and Britain." America said softly moving back out of the room several other nations following her lead to escape that tension filled room.
"America, you pour little girl." Prussia grinned slinging an arm around the blue eyed nation and led her to a semi privet niche in the wall Spain and Romano already on one side of the booth table. "It's simple really when you put it like this; you were once underneath Britain's care. You grew up and decided that you don't want to take his orders anymore and rebelled. With the help of myself, France and Spain here you won your independence from Britain." Prussia explained waving over a maid and handed America a glass of whiskey and a glass of wine before continuing "Now the Empire nation wasn't expecting to lose to a small collection of colonies."
America snatched the glass of whiskey before Prussia could take a swig and drowned the glass in one shot. "Now that you are grown up and acting like a nation Britain is having a harder time accepting it he still wants to be your big hermano but you don't he will jump at any opportunity to protect you." Spain finished for Prussia who was sulking at the loss of the whiskey before another maid came by and set a beer down in front of the sulking nation.
"I don't need Britain to act as my big brother." America muttered accepting another glass of whiskey watching other nations mingle together the gathering obviously over with since America could hear Britain and France fighting in the gathering room. "And I need to get going before Britain remembers I was there and tries to convince me that I shouldn't be here."
"Then why leave?" Spain asked barely wincing when Romano elbowed him in the side hard.
"Because she would rather swallow nails than deal with that idiota, if you want to leave America quickly America there's a back door behind the curtain over there." Romano said nodding to the curtain behind several lingering nations. America downed the second glass of whiskey and climbed up over the table and calmly walked to the curtain as the doors burst open and France and Britain tumbled out of the room fists flying dust clouds floating up.
America pulled the curtain aside seeing an open window leaning out the window America saw a cart full of loosely packed hay. Glancing back at Romano who nodded and raised her glass in a toast with a smirk, America rolled her eyes and hiked up her dress and climbed out the window.
"America what do you think you're doing?" Britain demanded as America jumped keeping her ankles and knees loose to lessen the pain of impact. Landing in the hay America climbed out of the cart picking the hay out from her hair. Looking up seeing Britain and Prussia leaning out the window, one in shock another with a grin on his face lifting up one hand America gave a half wave before disappearing into the crowded street of France.
April 30th, 1803
Of all the things America expected when she got word from her boss America never expected to see France and his boss sitting across from her boss sipping on wine. There was coffee and whiskey on the small coffee table for who ever wanted it, along with the French wine. Suddenly America felt out of place in her dust covered riding clothes while France and his boss were fine silks and expensive perfumes and jewels. Even her boss was wearing a nice suite.
"Hello?" America said feeling the tension in the room increase slightly. Walking further into the room she picked up a glass and poured some whiskey before walking to the open window.
"America Monsieur Bonaparte wants to sell land to you." Her boss said taking a sip of his own whiskey eyeing his nation.
"My officials have told me that you have an influx of people coming in and slowly losing space to keep them, and since my military is being used against Britain, and your people are eager to expand just as much as you are we figured we could sell the land to you." France's boss explained taking a sip of his wine.
"Yea fighting Britain can be taxing." America muttered swallowing the amber liquid in one go before going back to refill her glass.
"France said you would say such a thing." France's boss said.
"So what do you think petite Amérique? Do you want to take the land?" France asked.
America was silent as she stared at her crystal cut whiskey glass. More land would be good for America and her people. She was beginning to get restless with just the small amount of land that her people had fought for and won against Britain. Swirling the liquid in her glass before taking a sip then nodded, "Sounds like a good deal France, how much do you want for it?" America asked.
Talk began between the two bosses while America and France watch on giving their opinion from time to time. At the end France and his boss stood up and shook her boss's hand. "France vous remercie, vous n'avez aucune idée ce que cela signifie pour moi et mon people"*
France stared at America who said "You have people staying in my country France, you didn't expect me to pick up your language?"
Recovered France nodded and said "Vous êtes les bienvenus en Amérique. Peut-être qu'un jour vous serez humble fierté de Grande-Bretagne."* With that France and his boss left the office with America and her boss.
Once alone America crumpled to the ground staring blankly into nothing "America?" her boss questioned standing up slightly.
America looked up at her boss and asked "Did that really just happen? Did we really get that much land for fifteen million dollars?"
Her boss relaxed knowing that his country isn't injured, sat back down and picked up his glass with a chuckle "Yes America we bought land for fifteen million dollars."
America smirked "I'm going to get stronger."
"Cheers to that." America's boss said raising his glass.
America was growing.
More people were coming in every single day.
She was a free nation.
And she loved every second of it.
"Cheers." America said knocking back her own glass.
*France thank you, you have no idea what this means to me and my people.
*You're welcome America. Maybe one day you will humble Britain's pride.
If my French is wrong feel free to correct me.