This chapter may get long and some things may be inaccurate, but whatcha gonna do? It's not like this history is fresh and recent. And besides, I'm only thirteen so I'm not great at it yet xD
I do not own hetalia. There, now you can't sue me :3 haha.
America will be OOC in this chapter o.o if you can't stand it (cause I know some people can't -.-) just skip over the first part :D I won't mind at all.
Thank you!
Thunder and lightning boom and crack over Washington D.C. while the rain is something else all on it's own. The droplets pelt me in the face and eventually it begins to sting slightly as the wind picks up. I can feel the small amount of dried blood begin to moisten again and slide slowly down my eyelid and cheek.
My shoes splash in muddy water as I sprint across the huge backyard of the White House, itching to get hold of the back door as quickly as possible. My heart races inside my chest from my excessive running and sadly I'm slowing down. It may be Spring, but the rain is bones chilling and my knees feel like Jell-O, ready to give way at any minute. But it's so close. I can't stop now when I'm only a few yards away from my destination.
Just the thought gives me the push I need to get that energy back and start running. I get about a couple feet in when all that energy goes down the drain at the sound of his voice. My voice.
"He can't do anything and neither can you." I loose my footing and fall face first into the ground, almost filling my mouth with wet soil. I lift myself up a little with my arms and spit out the earth as if it were poison. I'm about to get back up all the way when he steps on the middle part of my back and I'm pushed back down to the ground from the force. "Attacked your precious fort at four-thirty this mornin'. It was in our territory anyway. Just think," I can feel him lean down until his icy breath is right by my ear, "this is only the beginning."
He stands back up and literally stomps on my back one more time. I hear a horrifying, disgusting crack come from my spine then Confederacy stifles a laugh and from the sound of the squishing from the wet ground, steps back. I don't move for a while, afraid that I can't, but I wiggle my fingers to check and make sure I'm not crippled and get a positive result.
Another crack of thunder is heard soon after a lightning strike and that's what breaks me from my daze. I scamper to my feet and begin running, retreating, from my enemy. Yes, a hero is retreating just like the weakling he is. He's cold, hurt, tired, and worried out of his mind. Forget the whole being bold gig, Confederacy's just going to end up beating me again and won't reject the offer of paralyzing me this time around.
"Running away, how pathetic. You're acting just like your army." He calls out to me over the wind and thunder as I stumble my way over to the door. The White House looks so close it's as if I can touch it, but I still have about a yard to go.
"You can run Union, but you can't stay away for ever!" He yells and I trip over my own feet again. Yet another slab of mud forms on my clothes and by now the blood is gone from my face, replaced by the dampened dirt.
I decide to semi-crawl the rest of the way instead of taking the time to get back to my feet just to fall down again. When I reach the back door I stand up all the way and continuously jiggle the locked doorknob.
"Lincoln, please, open up!" I plead, not thinking about how large the house is and the possibility that no one can even hear me. When the yelling doesn't work, I begin to pound on the door, careful not to break it with the strength England and France say I have. When no one answers, I sink to the wet pavement letting my fists slide down the door and settle on my knees.
Confederacy, deciding to take advantage of the situation, begins to talk coldly. "Here comes the Confederate." He cackles and my adrenaline takes control of my body before I can reject it.
"Someone! Anyone! Open the door!" I switch between the options of loud knocking and shaking the doorknob.
"The strong United States of America is afraid, never thought I'd see the day. Whatever happened to being a hero?' He taunts as the sound of his footsteps get closer and closer. Another boom and I jump. "That's right, every hero has a weakness."
I continue to plead and knock, begging to be let in until Confederacy goes quiet, not even his footsteps making a noise. A flash of lightning makes me look to my left since I'm so jumpy.
Big mistake.
He's right beside me with a mischievous grin lingering under the shadow of his hat. "Boo." My heart almost breaks through my ribcage and I pound on the door so hard I hear a displeasing crack, but it's not the thunder this time.
"Help!" I yell weakly while Confederacy laughs until it's only a faint echo in the distance and he's gone from my side vision. Which isn't that great without my glasses. Finally, the door opens and a bright light hits my eyes before they're ready, momentarily blinding me.
"America?" The silhouette in front of me becomes clearer as my eyes adjust and I see a woman standing before me. But it's not just any woman. It's Mrs. Lincoln, the First Lady of the house. "What happened to you?" I try to form words but find that my voice doesn't want to work from the excessive screaming I've been doing. I shiver from both the after shock of the adrenaline and from the freezing rain that has poured down on me during the so-called 'attack'.
Mrs. Lincoln puts a caring arm around me and gently pulls me inside. I feel a bit embarrassed being all muddy and wet and can't help but hope I don't get scolded for being like this. I know some of my past bosses would've skin me alive if I dared to even step foot in the White House with my clothing soiled in dirt and grass.
Despite my thoughts though, Mrs. Lincoln tells me to wipe my feet on the mat provided and to stay there while she goes to fetch something. She exits the room and all is quiet. There's a flash, a boom, and then the whistling of wind while the rain forever taps in the windows like a thousand fingers. Those are about the only sounds that keep me occupied.
I look around frantically to make sure Confederacy isn't standing in some corner smirking at me. When I'm done looking around I stand here, on this mat, and realize something that irritates me at the thought of Confederacy. Where the heck was all that anger when he showed up in the backyard and why was he more intimidating this time? I became a coward in his presence but yet wars are suppose to be filled with anger and sadness. Unless…
I don't have time to think anymore when Mrs. Lincoln comes walking into the room wiping her arm off with a fluffy looking white towel.
"Oh America, you're filthy and soaking wet." Yep, I'm going to get scolded for sure. I wait for the yelling, but it never comes. Instead she stands on her tiptoes and ruffles up my hair with the towel to dry it then drapes it around my shoulders. I wrap the towel more tightly over the upper part of my body and Mrs. Lincoln let's out a gasp.
"What happened to your hand?" She takes my cut up hand in hers to look at it and I realize glass is still burrowed under the skin, the blood hidden from the brown mud. At that moment Mrs. Lincoln looks up and her eyes go wide. "And where are your glasses? You didn't break them, did you?" I shake my head and she lets go of my hand.
"N-No. I cut it on a b-broken window." I shiver, finally able to speak now that I'm calming down a lot more since my brain has come to the conclusion that Confederacy's not going to show up any time soon. I look back and notice the split wood going up the middle of the door and mentally sigh. "S-Sorry about the door." I half mumble and look back at my boss's wife.
"That's quite alright, a door can be fixed, but what happened?" She asks and I pull the towel around me a bit tighter. Before I can steady my nerves the words go flying out of my mouth.
"There's this dude, Confederacy, who has been following me around. He looks almost exactly like me and we have been attacking each other ever since the meeting but I think I'm going to go crazy because no one else can see him and he just attacked me now and called me Union and-" Mrs. Lincoln stops me before I can go on and gives me a confused look.
"Did you just say Confederacy?" She asks quizzically.
"Yes, please tell me what's going on. I know a Civil War has started but that all I know." My voice catches on the word civil but pay no mind because right now all I want are answers.
She takes my good hand off the towel an tugs on it slightly. "Come with me."
"O-okay?" We walk up a flight of stairs and down a couple hallways until we enter what looks like a study room. There's a desk that's at the opposite end of the room with my boss, Abraham Lincoln, sitting there with his hat off to the side doing some paperwork. The First Lady coughs to get his attention then Lincoln looks up from his work and sets his pen down.
"America my boy, what happened to you? It looks like you wrested with a mud pile and lost." I can tell even behind his mask of humor that there's something bugging him.
"Boss, what's happening right now?" I ask him sheepishly. Lincoln's expression falls and he stands up, waving his wife away good-naturally. The door shuts behind her and Lincoln looks back at me.
"You remember our discussion this morning right?"
"Yeah, but I don't think you were telling me the whole story." I say more boldly, gaining back my old personality. My brows furrow and Lincoln nods his head slowly with a small sigh.
"You're right, I didn't. You see, they were more than rowdy, they, how should I put this…are seceding from the Union." I can feel my heart drop at the thought of them separating. That must be the reason I had to take off my glasses during the meeting because Texas is gone along with the others. "They attacked Fort Sumter earlier this morning. Don't worry though, they won't get far."
"But sir, I don't want my people to fight. It's literally tearing me apart, a new me has already been starting to appear!" I argue as my voice beginning to rise.
"Th—" Lincoln doesn't have time to finish because the door flies open and I turn around.
Two children, the oldest one maybe eleven, come running in yelling "Dad! Daddy!" They sprint up to my boss and Lincoln picks up the younger one. "Daddy!" I give the two odd looks because I've never seen them before roaming around the house.
"Ah, Willie and Tad. America, these are two of my sons, I believe you haven't met them before." I guess that would explain the screams of "Daddy".
"Nice to meet you." I mumble and watch a drop of water drip to the floor and notice that the carpet all around me is wet.
"Dad!" The older one, Willie I'm guessing, ignores me while Tad waves at me with a smile.
"Willie, don't be rude, say hi to the man." Lincoln laughs and I give a weary smile. But as soon as Lincoln notices his sons' urgency, his smile disappears just a little and I hear Confederacy's voice ring through my brain with one single message.
"Score one for Confederacy." My eyes flicker left and right to scan the room for my opposite but he's nowhere in sight.
"Okay, okay, what is it." Tad looks down at Willie who takes out a crumpled up piece of paper from his pant pocket and hands it to his father.
"A messenger came by a couple seconds ago and told us to give this to you." Lincoln reads over it and when he's done, he quickly set's down Tad letting the paper fall in the process.
"What? What happened?" I quickly wonder, determined to know what's gotten my boss so surprised.
"They got it." He says.
"What? Who got what?" I ask and step forward, letting my towel hang loose on my shoulders like the way Greece does with his jackets sometimes.
"The Confederates took over Fort Sumter."
By the way, right now the story's in the year 1861, forgot to put that in the beginning…but it's not going to stay that year forever obviously xD
Also, I know Abraham Lincoln had four children, but they might not come in till later.
Speaking of children, It was probably a General or a telegraph or something that gave Lincoln the message but I thought it would be more fun if two of his children delivered it instead :) Besides, the kids are supose to be in the next chapter...
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