Thought's = '_'
Talking = "_"
Native American = {_}
An Action(Ex. Letting out a sigh) = *_*
Projecting thought to another = ''_''
P.O.V America/North
(August 23, 1814. 1 days before the burning of Washington)
I have been hanging out with Canada these past four days getting to know him. I of course knew right away that my look alike was a personification even though he hasn't said anything about it. But I couldn't help but think something bad was going to happen, Matthew was acting like he was hiding something and Shádi'ááh kept glaring at him for some reason. I know he never really liked the personifications but this was going a little too far, it also didn't help that England was in the White House often looking around like he was planning something. The way he kept giving Oliver side looks didn't help either. I really just wish he would leave soon.
(P.O.V switch, Canada)
I was walking through the streets of the District of Columbia, Alfred walking beside me chatting over random stuff. I tried to pay attention to my counterpart, I really was interested in what he was saying but other things were on my mind. Like how I could tell he was keeping something from me, 'You're keeping something from him to, you don't have the right to know everything.' My brain supplied, I looked down at the ground thinking about the invasion that would arrive soon. I looked back up, Alfred was still rattling on excitedly as we continued walking back to the White House, 'I should tell him… but what would he think? He would probably think I was spying on him! And there's something different about him that I can't put my finger on…'
"You okay, Matthew?" I quickly looked up to see Alfred looking at me concerned, "Yes I'm fine. Just thinking about something." I answered as quickly as I could without sounding too suspicious. He looked at me for a little bit before shrugging it off and continued walking in the direction of the White House, I followed him swiftly. 'That was close!'
(P.O.V. Change, England)
While I've been at the White House for these past bloody awful days I've watched the boy work around and the more I've watched him, the more my suspicions were confirmed. Now sure I wasn't 100% sure that he was the personification of the colonies but you can never be too sure. I need to tell Canada about my suspicions and then we'll find out soon enough as I felt my forces draw closer.
(Time Skip, August 24, 1814)
My forces were in the city now, Dolley Madison had somehow escaped the White House with that blasted George Wahsington painting! But, no worries! Canada was now standing by my side looking at the White House where British forces were pouring out as the first match was lit. The White House quickly went up in flames, cheers erupted from the British forces, we didn't know how quickly it would spread though. The Library of Congress was swept up in flames soon enough to, the paper burning easily. I could see people running around trying to put the fires out but it was not enough, my forces quickly spread out to burn other important buildings.
(P.O.V switch, America/North)
I ran as fast as I could, smoke forming in the distance and fire quickly illuminating the darkening sky. I could feel as a burning pain swept through my entire body but I kept pushing on, I could only imagine what D.C was feeling, so I needed to find him fast. The last place I knew he was at was the Library of Congress so that was my best bet. Another wave of pain ripped through me as I felt another fire start. I knew exactly which building went up in flames to, 'Oliver…' I pushed myself to get to the Library, pushing through people fleeing to get away. I arrived to see two people standing in uniform watching the Library burn, England and Canada, 'And I thought he might be different from other personifications.'
Another wave flashed through me but this time it was accompanied by a plea for help from inside the building. I ran towards it ignoring the two surprised personifications. The heat was horrible, I felt like you were standing right in it instead of a few feet away and with it brought many bad memories back. I had to push through it though, D.C was still trapped and sending help signals out. I ran into the flames, fire lapping at my skin, it still hurt but did no damage, a perk from having a familiar like Tama. D.C had no such thing though.
He was at the entrance of the Library, knowing him he tried to save the building and when that wasn't working people. He let out a pained cry as I grabbed him as gently as I could before dragging him out, more fires were being lit and with everyone Oliver would cry out and I would flinch from the pain. I could still feel the fires but D.C no longer cried out in pain, most likely in shock now as I finally dragged him out and far enough away from the burning building.
(P.O.V switch, England)
I watched in glee as the building burned, 'This should take care of them!' I thought with satisfaction. I looked over to see Canada looking nervous, "Cheer up, lad! We finally got our revenge!" He looked at me before looking back down and muttering something I could barely hear, "Yes...revenge…"
My head shot up as I felt a cry for help ring through the air from the Library of Congress. It was very muted like I wasn't the one supposed to be receiving it, out of the corner of my eye I saw Canada looking confused having felt it too. Soon enough someone shot through the area straight towards the burning Library making me almost jump back in surprise. Not a minute later the person came back out dragging another person with them, even from here I could recognize the boy that was laying on the ground is who I thought was the colony's personification. 'Apparently not..'
"Alfred?" I looked over to see Canada looking confused as ever towards the person leaning over the boy. Now that I realized it the person didn't have a single burn mark on him. I walked towards the two ready to get answers whether they cooperated or not. I was quickly stopped by someone else though, weilding a musket and eyes filled with burning hatred. "Back...Off…" they growled out forcefully in a southern accent pointing the bayonet at me. They were dressed in an American uniform, forest green eyes giving off a supernatural gleam to them, with dark brown hair and tanned skin.
"Jayson… I-" Canada was cut off by the man, "You don't say nothin'" he barked, glaring at Matthew. I slowly inching towards where my pistol was located, "England! Dont'!" I paused, Flying Mint Bunny flew in front of me. "If you shoot one of them something bad will happen! Look more closely at them!" I did as my friend said and sure enough looking into the invisible realm I saw wings framing their backs. The one in front of me I recognized as a phoenix, highly territorial to what it saw as a threat against what it claims as it's. The second one I didn't recognize at all, its wings a bluish gray, "That's a Thunderbird, if you ever disrespect them they will hunt you down to the ends of the Earth and kill you with its lightning." Flying Mint Bunny explained quickly.
The third one laying on the ground wounded had a mix between the two of them and I quickly realized why, 'That's their chick and they are not happy with me.' I started backing up, "England, you need to get you and your forces out quickly!" Flying Mint Bunny advised me, trying to push me back faster. "Matthew, lets go," I ordered, he looked confused but followed me all the same. The Phoenix followed us with his eyes musket pointed up, as we left his sights I quickly walked towards my forces to give the order to leave, saying that there were rumours that a bigger force of Americans had started to show up.
Later that morning on August 25, a large storm came through tearing roofs off homes and even throwing two cannons into the sky. A captured American stated that it's country was helping them force the British out and I couldn't help but agree.
Author's Note:
Hello! I want to inform you two chapters will be released today so I hope you enjoy them! Peace!
-Azar
