Like always I own nothing, but my little ones and their little ones.
Charlie stares out into the darkness, flicking away more ash, "I wasn't much of a father…and I felt I couldn't be both a Country and a single parent so I just sent him away." He finishes his smoke and leans against the wall looking up at the stars, "I don't know how my Dad does it."
England gives a knowing smile, "It's hard, but it's worth it in the end."
The door behind him opens as America pops his head out, "We're going to start again but without the smaller girls." He turns to his son, "Please throw the butt away, you know how your brother gets when you litter." Charlie nods as both men walk back in the house.
America pulls England aside as he smiles to both, "I nearly forgot Alaska made you something called a Fairy cake and she wants me to give it to you." Charlie walks back into the living room before America turns back to the older Nation, "I'm just glad he finally told somebody." He reaches in the fridge and pulls out a small pink cupcake.
England takes it shocked, "Wait you know? What the Hell America, where you listening in?"
He shakes his head reaching for Coke, "Mary told me, well most of it anyway. Jacob filled in the rest." He hands a bottle of water to England, "It's hard to not see a black and blue mark that big on my grandson's arm and not want to know how it happened."
"I'm actually surprised Mary went back, didn't she have her freedom once she reached Maryland?" The British man takes a bite out of the cupcake. "Huh? It tastes like strawberry."
America shakes his head, "She already had it. Abigail was actually against slavery and since Charlie loved her he reluctantly freed all his slaves, I thought it was funny, I would tell him something but unless she said it he wouldn't listen. And Mary was only twelve at the time and they took her in since she had nowhere else to go. She could have left at any time but she decided to stay." He takes out another cupcake and walks back towards the door, "She could be just as stubborn as he can. They were quite a pair."
Charles looks around the meeting room at his southern siblings, "We've fought on Southern soil long enough it's time we attack them on their own land. If we want to secure other Nations' help we have to win on America's land." All agree as he pulls out a map, "We're going up towards Pennsylvania then after a victory its right to Washington."
A lone woman looks down at a simple white grave before touching the cold stone sending a small prayer towards the sky. A tall man slowly walks up to her removing his hat and running a hand through his blonde hair, "Sister?" His light Swedish accent makes her smile for a moment.
She turns to meet his gentle bright blue eyes, "Minnesota." She reaches out and hugs her younger but very tall brother, "It's been a while." She gives him a light kiss on his cheek and he returns it. "You didn't have to come, Lukas."
He nods, "I know, Mara but I wanted to pay my respect and I heard Confederate is on his way." Just as he says it a young solider comes running up to them and hands Minnesota telegram. He reads it quickly, "I have to go. They're near Gettysburg." She takes him by the arm and he looks back for a moment, "If you're coming my horse is over here." He helps her up and they ride off towards the small farming village.
The fighting is long and hard with both sides loosing many men. While New York, Ohio and Pennsylvania hold Cemetery Ridge, Minnesota fiercely fights to keep his spot on a Little Round top, he refuses to let them have his beloved sister's land.
Virginia turns to his Generals, "What do we do?" They look across the line of Union men, "If we attack the sides they'll have to fall back."
The tall General shakes his head, "No, we charge the middle. Get your men ready." Virginia stares at the man, but leaves to ready what's left of his men anyway. It takes him a few hours but he charges his northern siblings, wounding his sister before being forced back with what little men he had left.
Fighting continues until dusk and by daybreak the rebels retreat back towards the safety of Virginia. Marshall looks around at the bloody group around him and shakes his head; that charge cost him thousands of good men, "There goes our recognition from Europe…God even Canada will want nothing to do with us." He rides off towards his empty home and his whiskey bottle.
Sylvia watches them go surrounded by her brothers, she looks up at their determined faces, "I'm fine boys, please go back to your men."
Minnesota looks down at her wrapped stomach, "I will but I'm not going to let them come northern ward again." His brothers nod all feeling protective of her not leaving her side until their father comes and takes her home.