Blood gently dripped from Louisiana's nose as she sat there in the sitting area of her father's house, alone. A burn appeared on her hand but she calmly ignored it like she was doing with her nosebleed.
Maybell, her human name, was one of the many personified southern states who willingly chose to stay with their father after the succession of their lands. The State of Louisiana smirked and huffed, ironic that she was an African-American woman and yet her managers refused to accept the abolishment of slavery.
When he announced succession, it was expected that the young state should join him. But Maybell refused out of love and loyalty for her father. Her sisters did the same.
The blood stained her white dress until a large yet gentle hand that held a handkerchief appeared and gently wiped the blood. Maybell turned her head and saw her father with a gentle smile on his face.
"Father..."
In the eyes of the Americans of eighteen-sixty-three, one look at Alfred and Meybell and they would assume that the girl was a slave and Alfred was her owner. But they were wrong, beyond wrong.
The tall blue eyed man with soft blonde hair was the true father of the young dark skinned girl. He was the country those ignorant fools lived and loved so dear and she was the state, the very state that left the union but still she was loved and cherished.
"Why are you out of bed?" Alfred asked softly.
Maybell sighed and looked at her burning skin, " It's hard to rest when you feel all the people killing each other over the most idiotic of things."
The country frowned, this bloody war made him find out that his states, his beautiful states could feel the war physically. It made him so mad, he just wanted to hold his girls in his arms to protect them from the hurt they were all feeling.
Still, he smiled and gently picked up the child and carried her to her room.
How do did I do? I tried to portray Alfred a little bit different then what we are used to seeing and I made the southern personified states stay with him so what?!