Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing

Genres: Family. Drama

Summary: The Canadas decide to strike first, however how will they succeed outnumbered. Well maybe their new Aboriginal ally can help

Disclaimer: Not only do I not own Hetalia, I also don't own history and the sources I got the interpretations of it from.

Characters (as you know them in modern day)

Lower Canada (Canada Francophone, Referred to as such/Claire) Human Age: 14

Upper Canada (Canada Anglophone, Referred to as such/Matthew) Human Age: 14

Southern United States(Confederate States of America Referred to as Connor) Human age: 16

Northern United States (United States of America, Referred to as Alfred) Human Age: 16

United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (Referred to as England)

War of 1812: Detroit

"Militia?" Canada asked "That's your grand scheme of not being British?"

"Damn right, I'm not British. I'm Canadian!" Lower snapped "I'm not fighting for your stupid empire."

"I'll never understand you frenchies." Sir Isaac Brock sighed but nevertheless opened up a few maps. "Alright. This is the plan. We'll strike first. Our target: Detroit."

"Numbers?" Canada inquired.

"We have a force of approximately 730. They're clocking in at over 2000. Not to mention they have more regulars…"

"And your plan?" Lower asked, raising an eyebrow..

"We convince them into surrendering by scaring them with our force."

"But they outnumber us…" Lower deadpanned.

"Sorry I'm late…" A person pushed open the door and stumbled in. He gave a loud cough. "I'm Shawnee." He rubbed the back of his head, then let out another cough.

Another person walked in. This one was obviously the chief.

"These are our allies." Brook introduced. "The Shawnee tribe and their leader: Tecumseh. They'll be adding 600 men to our force."

"Indians?" Matthew questions "We're working with Indians?"

"Indians are perfectly nice people." Lower said. "Maybe you should take a leaf out of their book."

"I'm nice!"

"Not nice enough." Claire said "Not if you're willing to discriminate someone like that."

Matthew seethed for a minute but then calmed down. "You're right. We need all the help we can get."

~CJWrites~

"No way! They're allying with savages?" Alfred exclaimed.

Connor nodded, putting down his binoculars. "I would have expected this from Claire but from Matt? Never crossed my mind."

"Whatever. We can still beat them."

"Even though like half the states refused to come?" Conner stated sarcastically.

"Well half of those states, you're in charge of." Alfred said. "I'd still prefer to resolve this quickly. Lets talk to them first."

~CJWrites~

"A meeting with the enemy, eh?" Canada said. "Now then when and where does my dear brother want to meet."

"In his tent at sundown." The American messenger said. "And he wants all nations and commanders to come."

"Bastard's been spying" Lower muttered.

"Well do we meet him?" Shawnee asked.

"This is the perfect opportunity." Brook's eyes glinted with new vigour. "I'll coerce them into surrendering."

"We have a smaller force…" Lower deadpanned.

"Put this on." Tecumseh handed lower a British military uniform.

She scowled. "No way."

"If you dress in regular rather than militia, we give the impression we are comprised of more regulars than militia." Brook continued.

"In addition, our men will be lighting individual fires rather than one fire per unit" Tecumseh said. "It will make our force seem larger"

"Fine." She snatched the uniform and stormed off to her quarters to change.

Matthew looked incredulously at the two leaders "Wow… This might actually work."

"Of course it will work." Shawnee crossed his arms, in an attempt to look cool, but quickly broke down into another coughing fit. Regaining himself he stood up. "Your leader. That is a man. And mine isn't a pushover either."

~CJWrites~

"Ah good to see you" Connor greeted, wearing a cocky smirk. "Please come in."

"Hey dad!" A young boy came around the corner. "Where do I put these mus- Oh, you must be Uncle Matthew! Its nice ter mecha!"

"Who's this?" Canada asked.

"Oh this is Kentucky, one of my.. err our.. newer states." Connor said. "Go tell the other kids to go play outside for a while but don't stray too far."

"Kay dad!" He hurried off.

The nations and leaders went their separate ways as Connor lead the Canadian nations into one room where Alfred was already seated and Brook and Tecumseh went into another to meet with William Hull. Their talk would be more formal and political, however nations were rarely ever that polite, especially not those 3.

"Yo! Coffee?" Alfred asked.

"Sure." Lower said.

"Eh whatever…" Canada was obviously still mad.

"Can't hurt… right?" Shawnee gave a grin but then broke down into more coughing fits.

Alfred poured them all coffee.

"So, states eh?" Canada asked.

"Yeah I'm super proud of them." Alfred said, loading his coffee with sugar and cream. Honestly, how can they afford all that sugar? That stuff was expensive! "You know one of them is your age. Or well almost… New York is 12."

Canada almost spat out his coffee. "What! Really? Wow man you've grown."

"I'd be nice to have kids right?" Lower smiled at Canada.

"Wait what! Don't look at me like that! What has France been teaching you?"

Lower, realizing what she had said, looked horrified. "No I… Don't mean that. Besides you know that it doesn't work that way!"

Shawnee sighed. New nations just pop up and declare someone their father or mother, more often an empire or country adopts a colony or state as their children.

"But you know Claire I'm surprised you're wearing that uniform. I'd have pinned you for someone who'd fight with her own battalion or dress up as militia." Connor looked at Lower.

"Well you know…. You get paid more as a regular…" Lower said hesitantly. Matthew face palmed.

They continued this small talk and catching up for a few minutes, before Shawnee had enough of being left out of the conversation.

He coughed, this time intentionally, "Alright down to business. Why did you want to meet us."

"Well I think you would have figured it out by now." Connor started. "We would all like this to end without bloodshed."

"Join us." Alfred held out his hand to Canada. "Become one with us."

"Just because my population is more American doesn't mean my answer changes. No."

"Please." Alfred frowned "It… it hasn't been the same since you left… please come back."

Canada looked at Alfred. "Sorry. My answer won't change."

"Claire?"

"I'm going to stick with that guy on this one" Claire said looking at her nails. "I have no intention of being one of your states."

"Never mind Louisiana." Connor said quickly "I told you not to ask them!"

He quickly regained his composure "We are giving you the opportunity to surrender."

"Well that's strange." Canada's eyes glittered with determination and intelligence. "We came to ask you the same thing"

Alfred snorted "Comon! With your numbers? We have like 3 times the number of solders. Not to mention experience."

"Not if you count Shawnee's people" Lower pointed out.

"Besides we just got reinforcements." Canada said calmly. He was a much better liar than his eastern counterpart.

"And we have the morale" Lower declared. "Our men are 10x better than yours simply because they're not worn out from marching."

"Are you sure we can't change your mind?" Alfred sighed.

"Nope. Not at all." Canada said. The Americas walked the trio out to the door.

"Are you sure we can't ask you to reconsider?" Connor asked. "After all your men were pretty confident on the Plains of Abraham?"

Lower bristled.

"I mean we wouldn't like to have one of your friends die again on your behalf right?" he continued.

"Don't mention Jean!" Claire said.

"After all if you had told him what you were or if you had just stayed off the battlefield, he could still be here, perhaps as a gen-"

*Twack*

"Connor!"

4 boys gaped at Claire's back, who'd stormed off after punching Connor in the nose..

"I'm ok" Connor said "I've had worse."

"In that case take it as a warning." Canada said, obviously relieved at his brother's wellbeing, "She is not the colony you knew 40 years ago."

"Still has a flair for the dramatic" Alfred muttered. "Honestly, Con! You could've done better why must you taunt ever single person you come against?"

Connor shrugged while Canada and Shawnee hurried off after Lower. The sun was setting and hundreds of fires could be seen burning in the British camp.

After catching up with Lower, Canada frowned "Did you really have to hit him? I mean that was uncalled for but its Connor, cut him some slack!"

"And you." Lower rounded on her western counterpart. Canada winced and braced himself for the worst. He was definitely not as sturdy as Connor, being both younger and less strong. "I'm still mad at you for reading my diary."

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" Canada protested "How would I know! It said journal"

"Well if your French was good enough to read it, then you should know journal (Fr: Diary) means diary." Lower shot back.

"Err mind filling me in?" Shawnee asked, as the two continued to squabble all the way back to camp.

~CJWrites~

"Everyone know the plan?" Canada asked. The two others nodded.

"We'll stay here and hold the fort while Shawnee scares them off." Lower said.

"I gotta say… you knowing Alfred so well has really been an advantage" Shawnee said.

"He really hates Indians" Canada sighed. "No offence. But all of us have had our quarrels with your kind, we're just too different and they've antagonized us too long to get along."

"I'm not the nations you killed. We're all different, have different values, different cultures" Shawnee said "Remember that above all else."

"You're right." Canada said. "The way Lower acts around you guys, its almost as if you're friends."

"We're trading partners" Shawnee said "Of course we're friends"

"Does that make us friends as well?" Canada asked

"Of course! We're allies are we not?" Shawnee grinned, then broke out in more coughing.

"I'm trying to ensure my survival" He continued rather in a rather melancholy tone. "All the nations who lived here before your arrived are."

"I'm sorry" Canada said "I should have known better."

"Well its alright now." Shawnee said "All we can do is keep going right?"

Canada nodded "Right"

"Guys, we're leaving." Lower said, coming back down from her post "Get into position."

"I hoped this works" Shawnee muttered.

"They were fooled by the lines at lunch and the fires." Canada mused. "There is no reason marching shouldn't fool them as well."

"Besides" He added with a smirk. "My brothers have the same fear of Indians as I have. It should be no problem convincing them"

~CJWrites~

"Are you sure?" Connor frowned. "Yesterday there were a lot of fires yesterday. Not to mention most of the soldiers were spotted in red."

"Of course" Alfred said. "He can't fool me."

Connor raised his eyebrows. "Where's Michigan"

"Probably home by now" Alfred mused.

"You let him go?"

Alfred shook his head "Nah… but I found a note on his bed."

Connor sighed. "Whatever let's get this over with. We can take them."

Just then shrill war cries echoed from the forest

"Aaaahhhh! GHOST!" Connor rolled his eyes as Alfred latched onto him.

"They're not ghosts, idiot! Just Indians!" He looked outside. "Alfred. You'd better come and look at this."

"There must be thousands of them!"

"Sir! A message from Canada!"

"Gimme that!" Connor snatched the paper from the messenger.

"The force at my disposal authorizes me to require of you the immediate surrender of Fort Detroit. It is far from my intention to join in a war of extermination, but you must be aware, that the numerous body of Indians who have attached themselves to my troops, will be beyond control the moment the contest commences…" He read out loud.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Alfred sighed.

Hull had walked in. "I just sent my statement of surrender. Those Indians are blood thirstier than anything I've ever seen"

"Why'd you do that?" Alfred asked "We could have taken'em!"

"He's right Al." Connor neatly folded the letter and tucked it into his pocket. "Comon. We've gotta go."

"Go where?"

"Back home of course." Connor frowned. "Can't very well be captured."

Alfred seemed conflicted. "What about the kids."

"You go first." Connor said "I'll take care of the kids and other loose ends."

"What that's so unheroic! I'm not leaving anyone!"

"Oh yes you are!" Connor said "Think about it. Most combatants are from the North so if you get captured, their morale will go down. Milita men are returned where they came from"

"And you? What about YOU?"

"I'll be fine." Connor said. "Hurry up and change into civies already. The hero has to retreat to fight another day sometimes right?"

Alfred nodded hesitantly but nevertheless followed the order while Connor ran towards where the states resided, fully knowing that he probably wouldn't be ready in time. Oh well at least Alfred might make it out.

~CJWrites~

"Wow…" Lower said "How much did we gain again?"

Shawnee looked towards his leader.

"30 cannon, 300 rifles and 2,500 muskets."

"Nice!" Canada said approaching "Look who I found trying to sneak out the gate in civilian clothes."

Connor looked seriously pissed while around him 4 or 5 states regarded the 3 nations and 2 commanding.

"Well, where's Alfred?" Lower demanded.

"Gone ahead." Connor said. "Probably back home by now. Now if you excuse me I'll be taking my states back home as well."

"Hold it!" Canada stopped him "We're not just going to let you go. Shawnee, send out a search party. We might not have lost Alfred yet."

"Yes sir!" Shawnee said, saluting before, again, breaking out into coughs.

"Lower, you take Connor and the regulars to Quebec. Stay there until I tell you to come back"

"Right!" She beamed "You're coming with me."

"Owwww…. Watch the ear!"

"And you?"

"I'll bring my nephews to a place where they can nation hop back to Alfred." Matthew said

"You? You're like my age!" New York scoffed.

"Listen to your uncle." Connor said. "And tell Alfred I'll be back at the end of the war."

"No dad! Don't go! I'll miss you!" Michigan said clinging onto her father.

"I'll miss you too." Connor said "New York… I don't care what Alfred says, you're in charge. If that idiot made decisions on his own we'd have already burnt the house down."

NY nodded.

"Wow… you give a lot of autonomy to your states eh?" Canada said.

"Yeah" Connor said. "After all we don't want an oppressing government. It takes slower to get things done but it ensures that the people will always be represented."

Lower nodded. "Un gouvernement oppressif" she muttered.

As all of them parted ways, Connor thought about how his brother had taken control during the situation. "I've never seen that side of him before. I guess he really belongs here. Thanks for taking care of my kids… Canada"

Notes

While life in the barracks was far from comfortable, officers had it pretty much in the lap of luxury inside forts. I mean just look at Fort York…

Brook and Tecumseh used various methods to make their force seem larger than it was. It included making individual fires and getting people to dump their first "helping" of beans back into the pot only to line up again.

The letter was actually a message sent to William Hull from Isaac Brook.

After the battle the militia were escorted south while all the regulars were sent to a prison in Quebec City.

Again all the history is in the text. Most of you would get bored if I put a long AN so…

A/N

So… Claire… I've gotten kind of fond of her ok? Tell me if she descends into Mary Sue-ness. I've tried to prevent that from happening but… I was going to have her be the "Indian nation" because a) I'd have to make up quite a few since different tribes have different ways of living and are not the same b) it serves as excellent Red River Rebellion foreshadowing. It didn't happen _ I guess its because maybe it doesn't fit and its kinda an insult as well… Besides I thought it'd be fun by making her wear a British uniform when she didn't want to XD.