Thought's = '_'
Talking = "_"
Native American = {_}
An Action(Ex. Letting out a sigh) = *_*
Projecting thought to another = ''_''
P.O.V America/North
(April 3, 1865)
"It's on fire!"
"Hurry! Grab some water!"
We had arrived at Richmond expecting another fight with the Confederates but instead when we arrived at the Confederate capital it was on fire. Apparently the Confederates had set fire to tobacco and military warehouses which had spread to neighboring buildings. I always had a small connection to the South and Shádi'ááh also had a small connection to the North, so I could feel the dull burning of it in my heart and I knew Shádi'ááh would be feeling it worse.
After a while we were finally able to stop the fire but some buildings were just piles of ashes. We didn't stay too long as General Grant wanted to try and catch up to the fleeing Confederates.
(April 9, 1865)
After a short but fierce battle at Appomattox court house Confederate General Robert E. Lee surrendered his troops.
I stood in the far back looking out the window as Confederate troops were rounded up before I turned back around feeling eyes on me. In the corner closest to the doors I saw Shádi'ááh shrink down shamefully as my eyes turned to him. General Lee and General Grant were still busy talking about the terms of Lee's surrender to pay attention to either one of us but I knew not to try my luck with the rest of the soldiers standing guard.
Soon the Generals stood up and shook hands before turning to exit the house. General Grant watched as General Lee and some of his men got on the horses and left with their faces filled with emotion and heads hanging low. Cheers soon erupted from the Union men but Grant quickly silenced them, "The war is over. The Rebels are our countrymen again." I could tell he knew this was the time to begin reconciliation.
I used this time to sneak away and head to the side of the house where Shádi'ááh was getting ready to jump on a horse. "Where are you going Shádi'ááh?" I asked, he immediately froze in place glancing at me from the side of his eye which I now noticed had a light scar running down. After a while he finally sighed, "I didn't want to leave Náhookos bu-"
"I know."
His eyes widened in surprise, "What? How do you know?" I smiled softly, "Texas overheard you and you and Davis talking, he told me about it and why you left." He looked back down shaking his head, "I shouldn't have done it either way. I should have refused or something!" In four long strides I was by his side engulfing him in a hug, "You were just trying to protect us. You didn't have any other way out at the time." He tensed up for a few seconds before hugging back, I could feel as tears made my overcoat wet.
"Shhh, it's fine. The states at home miss you all. We'll get the rest of the states and go home. Doesn't that sound nice?" I asked, I felt a nod as he buried his head in my neck. I hugged him tighter, "Let's go home."
(Small Time Skip, next day.)
(Virginia plantation)
(P.O.V Najwa)
Of the time I've taken care of these kids they never seemed to grow like normal kids, at first I thought it was just stunted growth but after 2 years I didn't know. They were also a lot more hostile to Mr. and Mrs. O'Doherty, which was understandable having seen Mr. O'Doherty murder someone you know in front of you.
Right now the kids were playing in the front yard of the mansion while I watched them when I saw a horse riding down the road, the person draped in Confederate uniform. One of the plantation overseers quickly sent a message to Mr. O'Doherty as they also saw the person riding up. Mr. O'Doherty quickly ran out Mrs. O'Doherty following close, the kids immediately gave them death glares, before looking towards the rider too. As the person arrived the kids shouted excitedly sprinting up to the rider and hugging him as he dismounted. "Pa! Pa!" they chanted enthusiastically.
It clicked in my brain then that this was the man from the letters, I didn't dare move though. Mr. O'Doherty strutted up to the man, "Ahh, Mr. Smith! News from the front?! How bad are we kicking those Yankees back?" Mr. Smith's eyes narrowed at Mr. O'Doherty, a light scar on his left eye giving it more of an effect. A gunshot ran out into the air, a pistol in Mr. Smith's right hand raised to the sky slightly smoking.
Mr. O'Doherty was frozen in fear and the rest were still getting over the shot to hear as horses carrying Union soldiers poured out of the surrounding forest. Those that tried to get away or fight back were easily captured, Mr. Smith just smiled crookedly, "We lost." Another horse rode up beside Mr. Smith, the rider fluidly dismounting before standing to their full height. I couldn't help my shock as I recognized the murdered Union soldier from that night, Mr. O'Doherty was worse though.
"You! You're supposed to be dead!" he sputtered, Mr. Smith's head whipped around to look at the Union soldier with narrowed eyes. The soldier just simply waved a hand before he was tackled by the children. I couldn't hear what they said as I was distracted by more Union soldiers leading slaves out and unchaining the ones that had shackles on them. Black Union soldiers talked wildly with the slaves and that's when I overheard it, "Your all free now…." tears started to stream down my face. 'Free….. Finally…'
(Big time skip! P.O.V change, America/North)
(October 18, 1867)
Walking into the building so I could wait for Shádi'ááh I quickly spotted a familiar figure, "Russia!" I shouted, Russia's head spun around a smile stretching across his face. "Здравствуйте товарищ Америка," he said, walking to give me a small hug.
(P.O.V. change Russia)
"Russia!"
I quickly turned to see America coming towards me with a smile on his face. I couldn't help it as a smile reflected on my face and my heart warmed, it was nice not to be feared for once. "Здравствуйте товарищ Америка," I said back, walking the rest of the small distance I gave him a small hug instead of the usual handshake. Not even a second into the hug I felt a dark presence that caused me to tense slightly, America appeared unaffected though as he pulled back.
A sharp cough made my eyes snap up to see a figure glowering at me, sharp forest green eyes with a light scar on the left staring into me. America lit up though, "South!" I quickly became confused as the expression on the person's face did a full 180 at America's excited shout. The person smiled softly at America before the person's eyes trained back on me, a deadly gleam coming over them, "Who is this?" they asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Oh! South, this is Russia!" America said excitedly, I gave him a bewildered look as he outed my nation stats to this stranger. "And Russia! This is Jayson! Otherwise known as the Southern part of The United States!" Jayson glanced slightly at America before looking back at me, "It's a pleasure to meet you Russia." he said with a tight smile and Southern drawl, holding his hand out to shake. I reached out to shake it, "A pleasure to meet you too." As I shook his hand he quickly clamped down with just enough pressure for it to be an annoyance. My smile quickly became strained too.
America was still smiling sweetly at us though, so I guess I could put up with him for now. Jayson released my hand with narrowed eyes as he shifted towards America putting himself between us. I couldn't help but try to scare him off by letting go of some of my aura which apparently had no effect on him and caused America to look at me confused.
"We best be going North. We don't want to miss the meeting." Jayson announced. America groaned, "Do we have to?" Jayson simply raised an eyebrow, "Fine! It was nice seeing you again Russia!" I nodded after America, "It was nice seeing you too, Америка." As America went ahead, Jayson slightly turned his head back to give me a sinister smirk.
Translations:
"Здравствуйте товарищ Америка." - "Hello comrade America."
"Америка." - "America."
Author's Note:
Do you smell jealousy? Because I sure do! I'll definitely try and add more scenes like that in. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and till next time! Peace!
-Azar