Hey guys, Gormanbros here. Welcome back. Reviews, comments and any constructive criticism are very much appreciated. States, territories, D.C., Mexico and Conch Republic are mine, all other countries with and references to Hetalia are Hidekazu Himaruya's. Thanks for reading! P.S. I don't know if it's necessary, but if you guys want it, I can put author's notes at the end to clear up anything that might be obscure or maybe even answer any questions y'all might have. And yay! Chapter 10! Double digits! :)
CHAPTER 10: Lone Star
New Hampshire is driving his car through the mountains in the western region of his state. He stops alongside a lake and gazes upward at the steep mountain towering over him. "Huh. It's so different here without him…"
Back in 1804, New Hampshire is scouting out and exploring the far reaches of his state. Riding a horse he rented, he found himself lost somewhere south of Mount Washington.
"Man.. It's so cold here… What was I thinking? There's only mountains up here... Nothing worth my time." Turning a corner, he came across something crazy. On the cliffside of a steep mountain was what appeared to be a male face. "Whoa… There's an old man up on that mountain… See that, horse? It's the coolest thing I've ever seen…"
New Hampshire continued to visit and revere the Old Man of the Mountain for another 199 years. Little did he realize, all the love and attention can cause any rock some trouble, no matter how cool it is. In 2003, New Hampshire's beloved Old Man of the Mountain fell, causing the Granite State to go into a deep depression for a year, making him do stupid things like suggest that the state flag be the Old Man's face or crying every time he saw the New Hampshire state quarter.
And they all lived happily ever after…
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"Damn America. Damn that Diablo. He's going to try to take all of my kids. I know he will. But something else must be taken care of. Texas."
Mexico leaves the Missionary that California, his rebellious teenage "daughter", stays at. He had just scolded her quite harshly, and he felt a tinge of regret at the tone he used with her. "Maybe I was a bit too harsh… No sé..."
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March 3rd, 1836.
Alongside a river that reflects the grand, open sky above it sits Texas, unusually mellow. He's contemplating the likelihood of him lasting as an independent nation for more than a few weeks. "Damn… As long as Mex is on my tail, ain't no way I can be free… Bastard's as crooked as a box of snakes… He's as ugly as a mud fence. He's…"
"Sir…" called over a young soldier travelling with Texas.
"Howdy, son. How may can I help you?"
"Um… It's high time we all left for the Alamo."
"Why the Alamo?"
"Why not?"
"Good point. Y'all know, it could might be a good idea."
Meanwhile, roughly the same distance from the Alamo, but coming up on the opposite side is a horseback Mexico trotting forward with his army. "Vamos, men!" Mexico calls out, wishing to quickly take care of Texas before the rebellious cowboy got any stronger. Just last year, in Gonzales, TX, Mexico's army had fought with Texas and his men in the first battle of the rebellion. Mexico withdrew from Gonzales, and realized that he was in for a difficult battle with the future Lone Star State. Since then, Mexico and Texas butted heads seven more times, with both sides experiencing victories and losses.
A young soldier in Mexico's army ran up, out of breath. After taking a minute to regain his composure, the soldier reported to his boss what he saw when he snuck into San Antonio to scope out the scene that lay ahead of them.
"Señor Mexico, the Texians are holding strong at the Alamo. It appears that the rebels are armed and awaiting a possible attack from us. We outnumber them though, I believe."
"Si. Gracias, brave soldier. We shall end this stupid rebellion before they gain the support of damn America."
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March 4th, 1836
At the Alamo, co-commander James Bowie prepares for the fight with Mexico. "All right. This isn't going to be easy. We can do this though, folks."
"That's right," responded William Travis, the other commander of the Alamo. "All we need to do is wait for the cannons to arrive on the 7th."
Mexico stands on a hill, watching the Alamo from a distance. He turns around and sees Texas walk up.
"Texas."
"Mex."
"You're here to die?"
"Hell no, Mex. Listen. Y'all are fixin' to kill off all o'those men over yonder, am I right?"
"What do tu think?"
"Don't. On behalf of my brothers, the Alamo surrenders." It's for their own good. They'd done kill themselves if I don't stop the damned Mex.
"Shut up, Texas. I am not going to let them surrender! Are tu kidding me? My pride would crumble!" Mexico loudly scowls.
'Whoa there. Hold yer horses. Don't get be all bowed up there."
"You know, you say some of the weirdest things. It pisses me off when you say stupid things that I don't understand. Like, what does bowed up mean?" Texas just glares back, not having a real answer to where the term bowed up even originated.
"You done aggravate me, you know? You're meaner than a junkyard dog."
"Tu didn't answer mi question."
"Doesn't matter, Mex. Just don't attack 'em. Or else."
"Or else what?"
"You'll aggravate me for real. Remember, crusty. You don't want to mess with me." Texas threatens, as he walks away,
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March 5th, 1836
Mexico wakes up from a siesta and stares at a grand sweeping tree nearby. Texas is going to be muy disappointed mañana when I strike the Alamo.
"Hasta luego, Texas."
At the Alamo, the two commanders stand with their men and await the possible Mexican invasion. Attempts at surrender were futile, and the men and women had not seen a single sign of Texas all week. Travis calls out to the crowd.
"An attack by Mexico and his men is very likely. We are going to have to fight for our lives here, gentlemen. Any of you that wish to escape should leave now." Travis ends, grimly. If they were attacked before the 7th, things would be very bad.
Outside the mission/fort, Texas blows a whistle and calls over his horse, Rodeo. He couldn't stand the anticipation and decided to leave on a horse ride for a while. Mex better not hurt them… These are my people. I can't stand the idea that I might not be able protect them…
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March 6th, 1836
It's early morning now. Mexico finally decides to move forward with his plans and stealthily plans out the attack. After commanding his soldiers to kill off the sleeping guards, he was able to lay siege.
Bam. Crumble. Smash. The outer wall fell. Travis quickly makes his way through the dense crowd of scared and chaotic men. "What the hell happened?" He shouted out.
"It's the Mexicans! They've broken in!"
"Damn it!" He charged forward, gun in hand, ready to fight for his life. "Come on, boys! The Mexicans are upon us and we'll give them hell!"
The men cheered, and followed Travis. Upon stepping outside into the frigid March dawn, their confidence became slightly deterred. "Good lord. There must be two thousand of them!" cried out a shocked soldier.
"We can do this! Don't worry, I'm sure of it, boys!" Travis called back, hiding the fact that he's just as intimidated as his soldiers. Travis took aim and shot at a Mexican soldier in the chest.
In the distance, Texas is woken up by shouts and flashes coming from the Alamo. No. Mex. That bastard. That goddamn bastard. The now nearly fuming Texas dashes toward his steed, Rodeo and climbs on. "Giddy up, Rodeo. It's high time for a…Rodeo."
Feeling the wind whoosh past his face as Rodeo charges forward, Texas smirks. No matter what the cause, Texas loves a good fight. "Yeehaw!" he shouts, leaping a fence and reaching the Alamo. He scopes the scene. Soldiers from both sides are being shot and killed left and right. Texas notices Mexico, horseback, smirking, eyes glistening with pure blood lust as his enemies fall to his soldiers' hands.
Commander Travis looked around after killing off two Mexicans and noticed Mexico himself, glaring directly at him. "Mexico! I'll kill you right here, right now!"
"Oh, really. Vamos then. Show me your best, muchacho," Mexico responds, beckoning Travis with a flick of his hand. The Texan commander charged towards Mexico, gun in arms. Two guns go off. Smoke veils the scene.
Texas watches with baited breath as the smoke cleared. Travis was on the ground, clutching his chest. Mexico, having jumped off his horse, stands above Travis, unscathed. Maintaining eye contact with Texas the whole time, Mexico pulled out a sword and swiftly, yet painfully ended Commander Travis' life.
"No…" Texas muttered, not believing what he just witnessed. "Wh... You… You bastard…"
"What? Pequeno Texas can't stand watching a man die?"
"What did I tell you, Mexico?"
"Ooh. Using my full name. Somebody's angry."
"I said, what did I tell you?!" Texas reiterated, building in anger.
"You did not seriously expect me to let these poor fools live, did you?"
"I thought y'all was a man of honor."
"I am. Your people have no honor, Texas. That's our problem here."
"You lie."
"What are you going to do? Shoot me?"
"Remember what I said."
"Si, I do. Bowed up."
"Damn it, Mexico. I told you loud and clear. Maybe y'all forgot it. Fine. I'll be repeating it then."
"Go on." Mexico replies, smiling.
"Don't. Mess. With. Texas." At that, Texas pulls out his revolver and shoots Mexico. Mexico manages to shoot back, but couldn't dodge Texas' bullet. They both had gotten hit. Realizing what he just did, Texas looked down. I just shot Mex... And he… he just shot me…I… I can't think straight… I've never done got shot before… I need to get the hell out of here… Texas staggered out in shame and managed to reach his horse. Rodeo, seeing his master's condition, realized that Texas needed to go to a quiet area, far away. Rodeo begins galloping, searching for the riverside that he and his master stopped at a few days ago. Texas continued holding on tight to Rodeo as he had flashes of Mexico murdering Travis.
TO BE CONTINUED…
STATE BIO #10
NEW HAMPSHIRE
Human Name: John Neale
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Personality Traits: Forgettable, bookworm, doesn't talk much
Pet: None
Birthday: June 21st
Original parent: Britain
Previous bosses: Britain
Closest friends: Connecticut, Vermont, Massachusetts
Enemies: Maine, North Carolina
Significant accessories: None
Hobbies: Reading, living free or dying, driving during the fall, owning summer homes alongside the Atlantic, skiing
Favorite Music Genres: Classical, rock, hip hop
Favorite TV Show: The Brotherhood of Poland, New Hampshire
Government Department: Federal Bureau of Investigation