Before he knew it America was faced with another dilemma.
"Alf! Yo, Alfred! Wake up!" he heard Jim shout.
"Please, England, five more minutes…" America mumbled. It took America a few seconds to realize his situation.
"England… whut do ya' recon' he means by that?" Samm'l spoke up. America got to his feet as quick as he could.
"What happened? What day is it? Where are we?" he asked
"Its November 18, 1864. We just saw some Yankees and you dropped down like a stone in the Mississippi. We recon'd you died out of fear. What a shame too. You were starting to get back to normal." Jim whispered. 'So Confederate took over again. I've been out for a week.' America thought.
"That's right, Onee-chan, I've been running the show for a whole week. Next time it will be a month!"
"Why are we Whispering?" America asked.
"Y'nk's ov'r yond'r" Jeb replied. Then Jeb pointed over to a large Troop of union solders. They wore blue uniforms, the color America loved, and looked better funded then they were. His eyes started twords the back of the troop until he looked up to see who was leading. He gasped. America froze as he recognized the general at the head of the fray.
"Sherman?" America gasped. Then, without warning, someone's gun went off, they were spotted.
England paced the room. He had been waiting there a whole half hour. He stopped and flipped open his pocket watch and looked at the time. 'It's 11:30 Greenwich time.' He thought to himself, 'He's late.' Suddenly Canada and a tall man with a taller hat walked in the room.
"I'm sorry I'm late but the hockey game was in overtime." Canada shouted barley above a whisper. The man in the tall hat sat down at the desk and waved his hand to two other chairs.
"Sit, please." He said
"Where is America?" England shouted.
"Calm down." Canada whispered.
"I'm afraid to say," Lincoln cut them off, "America is gone."
"What do you mean?" Canada cut in.
"He has wandered into the south." Abraham announced.
"How?" England interjected, his brows furrowing in anger.
"The same way you go across the ocean so quickly or Canada could get here without having to cross the border. It seems Nations can go vast distances in just small amount of time and they only need wander in the general direction and they get to where they're going unless there is divine intervention." Lincoln continued, "So basically within one night America seems to have gone to the south. There have been reported sightings of him as a… I don't know how to break this to you…"
"What is it?" England and Canada shouted in unison.
"He's a confederate as of now." The nations stood silent. They both knew what the confederates stood for.
"Wha…what?"
"I'm sorry."
"Don't say sorry to me you git!" England shouted while getting up.
"England!" Canada whimpered.
"No! Don't say sorry, just get him back."
"Don't worry. Sherman will find him. He has planed this specifically to find America's whereabouts." The president said, "He will be back by the end of the war."
"Well how long will the war be?" England shouted in anger. For the first time during the meeting, Lincoln looked doubtful
"One never knows." England was enraged.
"I won't have some, some HUMAN telling me about war. I know about war! I know better than anyone!" England stormed out of the room. Canada turned to the president.
"I'm so sorry about that." Canada said. Lincoln nodded.
"Its quite alright." Canada nodded and walked out the door. Canada just saw England storming into the east side of the forest to get home. Canada sighed.
"I want my brother back." He looked at the stars and started heading north. Somewhere in the opposite direction America was is the south thinking the same thing.