Sorry I didn't post quickly, I recently got a DeviantArt and was playing around with that :3
Here's another chapter :) hope you like cause nothing really historical's going to happen in this one…it's more like a filler or something like that :P
Don't own nuttin'. Not even the Lincolns (obviously :D) , they belong to themselves xD
"Daddy, are the Confederates going to win?" Tad asks innocently as Lincoln walks past us with big strides.
"Not on my watch." He grumbles and exits the room, leaving only me and the two kids left. There's an awkward silence between us that I'm afraid will never pass. I glance over to see Willie twirling his arms around limply while Tad stares at me with his wide eyes. His stares make me uncomfortable so I begin to twist the corner of the now muddy towel. I find my eyes taking quick looks over at the two then back down to the soggy carpet below me.
"Why are you wet and muddy?" Tad speaks and that long silence is finally cut.
"I, uh, was outside in the rain…" I trail off because I'm not sure if I should tell him the whole story or not. I don't want another person thinking I'm nuts. "…Fighting someone." That's where I stop to watch another drop of water roll off my nose and splatter onto the floor.
"Oh okay." He says then they both inch over to me slowly. I look away but can still feel both of their eyes locked on me.
"Our dad called you America" Willie starts out and I bring my attention back to them.
"Yeah." Willie squints curiously then tilts his head to the side just a little bit.
"Why's that?" I shift the towel then look back at the siblings knowing I'd have to tell someone who I am eventually. But they're kids, what harm could they do really?
"Because I am." Is all I get our before they are at my feet with smiles on their faces.
"Really? That so cool!" Tad exclaims, his voice climbing to a high pitched shrill at the word "cool." I can feel my normal personality come back into play and can't help but smile at his compliment.
"It is pretty awesome isn't it?" I say and see Willie nod ferociously.
"Yeah! Hey, do you think I can become a country like you one day?" My heart sinks at his hopes because I know that it's impossible for an average human to become countries. But I don't want to break Willie's spirit so I give a weak smile and shrug my shoulders.
"Maybe. Just keep your chin up, that always helps." I tell Willie who's cheering with glee along with his younger brother.
"Thomas! William!" I hear Mrs. Lincoln call from down the hall.
"Yes mama?" Tad yells back, their moment of happiness on pause.
"It's time for bed, don't want you two staying up to late." I see her walk in then look at me with a warm smile. "America, thought you left."
"Sorry, did you want me to leave? I didn't know if you want—" She shakes her head with a laugh while Tad and Willie rush to her side.
"My, I have never seen you like this. You're starting to act like your brother." She starts to snap her fingers, most likely trying to remember something. "Oh, what's his name?" I hear her mumble.
"Canada." I think that's right. Yeah, sounds like it.
"Yeah! That's him." I shuffle my feet and yank off the towel from my shoulders.
"Here's your towel, sorry, it's a bit muddy." I walk over and hand it to her. "Guess I should get going." I take one step past her and the two kids when Willie stops me.
"Maybe mama will let you stay for the night." There's a glint in his eyes and he lets in a very tiny gasp. "It'll be like a sleepover!" Tad starts jumping excitedly, begging Mrs. Lincoln for me to stay. But I can't stay because I don't want to risk hurting my boss's sons and wife when or if Confederacy attacks tonight. In fact, I don't think I can be around anyone while the war's still around. Besides, I'm to old for sleepovers.
I let out a quiet laugh and shake my head. "Sorry, I have to get home." I say then ruffle his hair. "Maybe when the war's over kiddo." Willie's shoulders go limp, letting out a loud groan in the process.
"But that could take years!" He whines while Tad shakes his head in agreement behind him. "I could be dead by then!" Hopefully, he's talking about old age.
"You're not gonna die you squirt," I laugh, "it won't take that long. I promise, we'll have that sleepover of yours."
"Promise?" Tad asks this time, a finger pointed at me accusingly.
"Promise." They both are grinning like maniacs as Mrs. Lincoln lets out a small sigh, a smile still present on her face.
"Guess this means I'm friends with the United States of America. Can't wait to tell my pals this!" He says.
"No-er, I mean, keep this a secret for now. Both of you." I quickly say and they nod. We say our good-byes and they head to bed while I head home.
I quickly scavenge my way around the large mansion and exit through the front doors. I look up and note that it's not storming anymore, a few stars poking out between the clouds here and there. I rub my soar hand with my opposite thumb and walk home the happiest I've been all day, an actual smile on my face.
Something about my talk with Willie and Tad brought on this happiness that I can't help but thank them for. Especially Willie's wanting a sleepover, that's what really got me smiling. Me, the United States of America, friends with my boss's two youngest kids and having a sleepover. I can just imagine that, but not without laughing. It just seems so childish.
Luckily, my house is not that far from the White House, only a few blocks and that's it. When I get home, I open the door and quickly go to the bathroom to bandage my hand. I flip the light switch on and immediately go to the medicine cabinet and take out some wrap, figuring it would be easier to use instead of Band-Aids. I mean really, I'm pretty sure I don't feel like picking up Band-Aid wrappers off the floor. I pluck the remaining glass out of my hand, wash it out in soupy water, and then wrap it up gently since it's still tender.
'Guess that will do." I put the wrap back in the cabinet and close it. I just about scream because in the mirror where my muddy face is suppose to be is Confederacy's clean one. I know he's about to say something, he always is, but I bolt out of the bathroom and skip the bath for now, not wanting that creep to haunt me even in a place for privacy.
"Hey, I wunna tell ya something!" He calls out to me.
"I don't care I've heard enough of your ramblings and gloating!" I slow down once I get to the staircase then look over my shoulder. He's not behind me so I continue to climb the stairs and go to my room so I can get some sleep.
I at least change into cleaner clothes and notice yet another mirror hanging right above my nightstand. I slowly move in front of it and am relieved to see that it's my normal reflection, not Confederacy's. My face is practically drowned out with dirt and my blond hair is a mangled mess on top of my head.
I shrug it off though and get into bed, bringing the covers up to my chin for the warmth my body desperately calls for. I keep turning to find a comfortable position but I'm just uneasy tonight. I try different tactics, counting sheep, forcing myself to fall asleep, and continuously fluff my pillows. Nothing works.
"Was tired all day until now." I grumble, turning so I'm on my stomach with my face stuffed in the pillow. "Stupid bipolar mind." I mumble. When I waste about thirty minutes almost smothering myself, I swing my legs over the side of the bed, grab a pair of keys, and get up.
I quickly rush down the stair, heading to the area that holds the most painful memories I have…I call it my closet. I take out my key then stick it in the lock after a whole bunch of squinting just trying to find the key hole in the dark. A swift twist of my wrist and there's a small click that allows me to open the door and carefully walk into the gloomy room. It doesn't help that I'm not wearing my glasses, but I can't bring myself no matter how hard to put them back on. So I pay the consequences and trip over something in the dark. I smack my jaw against the pavement, causing me to grunt from the impact my chest has afterwards.
"I can't win can I?" I flip my body so I'm lying on my back and find that the thing I tripped over was the large wooden box I was looking for. I sit upright, reaching over to take the lid off of it. I scuffle through a few things from my past until I come across a dusty old snow globe that hasn't been used in ages. I gather to my feet, blowing the gray fuzz off of it so I can see it more clearly.
The water on the inside glistens in the moonlight that comes through the windows in the hallway, making the wild bisson on a small patch of grass shine. England would always use this globe when I was a colony so I'd fall asleep on those restless nights where I was to stubborn to go to bed. It'd work every time too.
I tuck it under my arm while putting the wooden lid back on the box with my other hand, scooting it to a place that's not in the middle of the floor. I take one last look at all my colony stuff before exiting the room and locking the door behind me. I slip the globe out from underneath my arm then clutch it with my injured hand and hurry upstairs to my room so I can hopefully fall asleep.
One in my room, I flip the snow globe upside-down and twist the brass pin until it won't turn no more. Music begins to play and I have an odd feeling of being a colony again. Ignoring the feeling, I crawl back under the covers and close my eyes, hoping the globe will work. Luckily, it doesn't fail because soon the music lulls me to sleep and my dreams take over.
More like nightmares.
:'( *sniffle* I'm so heartless for bringing Willie into the story (you civil war freaks should know what I'm talking about…DON'T SPOIL IT xD silly people :3)
RANDOM THINGY-Lol, whenever I think of Confederacy (the oc) I now think of the song "Gives you Hell" by The All-American Rejects xDDD
This chapter was a bore to me and had no significance what-so-ever, but without it I'd feel like I'm rushing the story P: I promise the next one will have some info in it :)
I apologize if I don't post quickly but I tend to get lazy (a lot) and this one painting is driving me up the wall :U (Stupid cloud ruining Pirate England's awesomeness… :I)
Okay enough with my ramblings, please stay tuned for the next chapter ;) -I sound like a news person xD-