I DIED AND CAME BACK TO HAUNT YOU ALL! DIE A THOUSAND DEA- /shot/. Ehem :I wrong intro.
Take two-
Okay! :D did you people miss me? Well if you did you shouldn't because there's no such thing as calm anymore x)
Hope I didn't keep all you wonderful people waiting too long :) lol
To the men in black suits wearing sunglasses over your faces holding your big fancy books and such, I do NOT own Hetalia. HA! Who you gonna sue now? :D
PS- This whole chapter is just going to be America's dream D: I apologize. But the next chapter won't take five months to update, I promise xD
"The soldiers go marching one by one. Hurrah. Hurrah." Confederacy and his army of soldiers sing while my group of soldiers stands in battle formation under the red sky. The tune they sing is very similar to the children's song, 'ants go marching'. A low growl grows in the back of my throat like what happened the first time I met him. "The soldiers go marching one by one. Hurrah! Hurrah!" They repeat at the opposite end, getting closer by the second.
When they are about twenty to fifty feet away, I unsheathe my small sword while the others are getting out the gun powder and musket balls. The Confederates stop to line in an orderly fashion, with Confederacy standing in front of them all.
"Ready." I yell to the soldiers. I hear them stuff the powder and musket balls into their guns then Confederacy continues on with his little song.
"The soldiers go marching one by one," He sings as I yell out another command, "the first row stops to load their guns."
"Fire!" I bark and the atmosphere is filled with gunshots ringing through the air. I soon relies though, that the Union soldiers aren't firing at all.
It's only the Confederates.
As Confederacy kills my soldiers one by one, his team advances forward, guns still shooting. They don't stop to reload their gun, not even once. The bullets just come out continuously like an endless supply.
"And they all go falling down," The General beside me gets shot right in the heart and falls down lifelessly, "to the ground."
"Confederacy!" I yell and try to jab him in the abdomen with my sword, since his side is close enough to make it possible. I just swipe the edge of his uniform when he somehow slaps the sword out of my hands and butts me in the forehead with the end of his musket.
I fall backwards onto the ground, rubbing my now crimson head with my hand. I open my eyes and see Confederacy standing above me with the most evil smirk tugging at his the corner of his lips.
He opens his mouth to say another line and the gunshots stop, "Bodies filled with pain." He lowers the gun to place the barrel right between my eyes, and I instantly know his intentions.
"You wouldn't" I say, my horse voice just above a whisper. He cocks an eyebrow as if to say 'I would'. His gloved finger slides to the trigger and I look into the reflection of his broken glasses. I see only my blue eyes, wide with fear.
His finger squeezes on the musket's trigger and his gun finishes his eerie song.
Boom, boom, boom…
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