CHAPTER ONE

America was worried. It was the night before the new president would be announced. Some of his people do not want Lincoln to win at all. He wasn't even on the ballot in some states. America did though. He never liked that slaves were legal in his nation. Lincoln would change all of that.

But what if Lincoln does win, America thought, some states were already threatening secession, what would happen if they did? What would happen to me? To anybody?

He continued to worry about himself and his people. He worried as he got ready for bed, as he got into bed, as he fell asleep.

That night he had a dream. He was on a battlefield, not very different than the one that he had battled England at. It was foggy, but through the fog he could make out a figure. It was walking away from him so America ran after it while calling, "hey wait. Who are you?"

The figure heard his shout, stopped, and turned around. "You know who I am," the figure responded.

America finally caught up to the person. Out of breath, he looked up and gasped. "You look like me," he was true, the stranger looked almost exactly like America, with a few colour differences. While America had ash blonde hair, the other had dark auburn and while America's eyes were sky blue, the other's were blood red.

"Well of course I look like you! I used to be you! Don't you remember that Union? Or can't you get it through your thick skull that your people left you and created me?" The mysterious look-alike spat.

"U-Union?" America sputtered.

"No," he said sarcastically. "Of course you fucking idiot! You're the Union and I'm the Confederacy!"

"The Confederacy?"

"How can you not remember!? Right after the South Carolinans seceded, while you were sleeping, we kind of became two pieces of one body. I quickly fled from you and eventually declared war. We've been fighting ever since."

"But why? Why did this happen?" America asked dumbfoundedly.

The Confederacy said two words as he turned to leave. "Abraham Lincoln."

At those words, America woke up. "Thank god it was just a dream, that Confederacy seemed like a complete ass."

The sun was up and it appeared to be around nine a.m. America decided that now would be as good time as any to get up. He lazily rolled out of bed and got dressed. He put on his best suit. It was much like the one that England had given him, though he had long since outgrown the original.

He brushed through his hair while trying, unsucessfull, to get Nantucket to stay down. Grabbing Texas, he left the room. His glasses were still fairly young, Texas had only been a state for fifteen years.

As he headed to the main level of his large house he checked his pocketwatch which told him that it was currently 9:47. The announcement would occur at noon. He went to the kitchen of one of his many homes and cooked himself a hearty breakfast of a stack of pancakes coated in maple syrup that Canada would argue was not pure, three over-medium eggs, six strips of bacon, three pieces of toast with a gracious amount of butter, one glass of milk, one glass of apple juice, and two sausage links.

After eating, the nation left for the town square to hear the news of his next president. Checking his watch, he discovered that he had an hour and a half until the announcement would be made. As he walked he noticed a paperboy selling his wares, he decided to purchase a copy of the newspaper so he paid the child and found a place to sit.

The news said what America already knew. It was mostly comprised of news of the possible secession of South Carolina and statistics of the election. It seemed that Lincoln was likely going to win. "What a waste of money," America said as he tossed the paper in a nearby trash can.

He began thinking about the previous night's dream. What was that guy's, the Confederacy was his name, problem? Why does he not like Lincoln? It's probably because of his views on slavery. Why can't the southerners see that the slaves are people too, not property?

His thoughts were disrupted by a tolling of a clock. Twelve rings, it was time for the big announcement. He made his way to the large crowd of people at the center of the town.

There was a podium set up on a small wooden stage. At the podium was a plump white gentleman with a wrinkly face. He had a big white mustache and a large tophat that, though it was large, didn't hold a candle to Lincoln's. He started speaking in a deep booming voice with a southern accent, which was odd seeing as they were currently in New York. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen," he said politely, "now I know y'all are here to hear who won this year's election. So I'll spare you any longer of a wait. Ladies and gentlemen, your President of the United States for the next four years is," he paused momentarily, "Mr. Abraham Lincoln!"

The crowd cheered and America cheered along, though he couldn't but feel that something horrible was soon to be unleashed.

One week later

America was finally introduced to his new president. They hadn't formerly met because nations wanted to keep knowledge of themselves to a minimum. They only introduced themselves as nations to their bosses, their bosses families, and their employees. Anyone else got their human names.

America was sitting on Lincoln's new desk in Lincoln's new office. Lincoln was led in by one of America's most trusted employees. His name was Davie and America knew that he was a reincarnation of his childhood friend, much like France's reincarnation of Joan d'Arc.

Lincoln stepped into the room and noticed America, who hopped off the desk. "Who's the kid," he asked.

"Excuse me," replied America, "I'm older than you."

"You can't possibly be more than sixteen," the President observed.

America and Davie held back their laughter. "Actually I can, I'm over three hundred years old. The name's The United States of America. Nice to meet you, Mr. Lincoln."

With a disbeleving look on his face, Lincoln replied, "This has to be some kind of joke."

"Nope! It's all true. I am a country and you are my new boss," America confirmed. "If you don't believe me now, you'll see the proof someday. I look forward to working with you sir." With that he left the room leaving behind an astonished Lincoln and a giggling Davie.

AN: As said in the summary, I'm not using Statetalia. I think it's done too much and would rather use this idea instead. In addition, has anyone seen a Provincetalia for Canada? That's not done enough, I'd do it but I don't know much about Canada. Anyways, back to what I was saying, once I get deeper into the story I will be calling America by the name of Union because the war was officially between the Union and the Confederacy, not the north and the south. I set America's physical age to sixteen because my theory is that he finished growing up during the Civil War because it was a major part of his history. Also, if I have any historical inaccuracies, let me know.

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