The Union stopped his gazing out into the meadow and turned as he heard the front door open. Setting down the cup of coffee he had he wrapped the blanket tighter around himself and stood. He was waiting for Vanya to come and greet him like always.

This time however he heard another door open and close. Wondering why he walked over to the door and went out into the hall. Looking around he spotted one door with light under it. Slowly walking over he knocked softy on the wooden door.

"Vanya?"

The door opened and he was scooped up in a hurry and the door was closed again with them in the hall. Not saying anything he just let himself be carried away. Why bother anyway? It was nice to be held like this. Holding on he wondered where they were going.

"What is the last thing you remember?"

"Remember?"

"The American Civil War. What is the last thing you remember before you saw the Confederate?"

Confused Alfred looked up in thought. He remembered the war starting. The states choosing sides. The North he chose to win even if he hurt some of his southern states. It hurt. The most bloodiest war in his History.

"I remember… being with Lincoln… my leader then… There was a meeting…" Alfred said softly. "And it was raining… new troops arrived along with the rest of my Northern states… and then…"

"Bring those cannons around!" Alfred shouted. "Make sure their loaded! You four go help! You Capitan! Are your troops ready?"

"Of course they are. And what say you, Alfred F. Jones, A mysterious man whom the president himself says is the best one to lead all of us into battle? I have never heard of you before."

"Do not test me to day Winfield Scott. I have much to do and little time. I said move those canons!"

Alfred walked around give orders and helping them out with strength. He had twenty-five states on his side and eleven on the Southern ones. His other children… the eleven states. No… the Confederate States of America refused to give up their humans ways.

Now he had no choice. Walking up the hill towards the house where his leader was he stood beside him as he went over the plans and a speech to encourage them. As the meeting drew to a close they set out on their march.

It was earlier morning and the sun had yet to come up. He rode along side his Leader. It was going to be a while. Still he felt torn about it suddenly he felt sick. Shaking his head he focused more on the road. When they got closer and closer he felt it pull deeper within his body. Struggling he tried to remain unnoticed. As they got to the lines he felt himself starting to sweat. It was cold sweat. Swallowing his sat up straighter on his horse.

It was when they got to the border and he saw one of his children looking out at him with sorrowful eyes that he felt something. Hi hear let out a beat that he thought everyone could hear it. Grabbing his heart he slumped over the horse gasping in pain.

"Alfred!"

Then he remembered blacking out. When he woke up he was in a medical tent. Something was on his head and it was cold. Sitting up he rubbed his head.

"After that I was fine. I wasn't sick anymore…"

"Da. But you said it was raining. Where was it raining?"

The Union Alfred tilted his head frowning and eyebrows pushed forward as if angry he couldn't remember. Rubbing his head he shook it.

"I remember raining… but I woke up in a tent. It was raining outside the tent."

"It was ranging then."

"But… why do I remember feeling cold and wet?"

"The cold compress they gave you."

"No… it was all over me. I was soaked and then… I can't remembered anything after that."

"And when you first met him?"

"In a battle. We crossed swords by pure accident. It shocked us both and we battled. Every fight we sought each other, trying to destroy one another. But we didn't. Instead we ended up hunting each other until one day just before the first World War I caught him. He was in a lake in Mississippi, standing in the water fishing. Funny… I was just walking around looking for my state, and there he was. Fishing. Not the way with poles but the old kind."

Ivan nodded and handed him a drink. "Go on."

"He was there with his back against mine. Off guard. Then he grabbed on to a fish and started to struggle with it. So, I picked up a stick that was one the ground. It looked like a walking one, and I crept up behind him and swung it down as hard as I could. And I had him. I could have drowned him or killed him anyway I wanted."

"Why didn't you?"

"I-I couldn't. Instead I took him back to the white house and kept him there. I didn't hurt him. Well, I hit him a few times but other then that nothing else. We would talk, fight, argue, and sometimes just sit. He wanted out so bad., but I wouldn't let him. Ironic that he got out and switched places with me. Went on to fight the second world war… and I… I got a taste of being caged…"

"The cuts and bruises… do you know why they won't heal?"

"No. They just kept appearing."

"Wake up, Alfred,"

Groaned, Alfred opened his eyes sleepily. Blinking he could tell that Texas was gone. Not like he needed them since Ivan was pretty much a few inches from his face. Still dazed and drowsy he rubbed one eyes with the back of his hand. Reaching up with the other he tugged at Ivan for a kiss. It was granted and he smiled as their head pressed together. Smiling he closed his eyes started to drift off again when he heard a word that made him freeze.

"You are the Confederate, da?"

What Ivan expected was denial, yelling, bad lying and maybe pouting, but this? Not this. This wasn't what he expected. Not the looked of horror, flowing tears and a shaking Alfred. He tired to say something but it was stuck in his throat.

"Do not be alarmed. I knew already. Why do you cry?"

"I-I- I told you I'm not bad!" He screamed in a half sob.

Trying to comfort the other down he held him tight. "I did not mean to make you cry. And I do know that you are not a bad person."

The crying continued for a while and Ivan was glad the potion was still working. Somewhat or he was sure the Alfred would have shoved him off by now. When the crying came down, Ivan sat up and pulled him with him. Alfred tried to run but he fell forward and was caught by Ivan.

Moving them to the floor Ivan sat his legs crossed Indian style and pulled Alfred on to his lap holding his wrists tight so he couldn't jump up but not to tight.

"Shh, it is alright. I know you did not do anything."

Shallow breathing gasps died down before the other could talk. "Yer saying ya knew it was me that whole time and ain't said a word about it?"

"… That's an interesting accent."

"Ya don't like it…" Alfred said sadly as he let the facade of his fake voice go.

"I did not say that."

"Well, it sounded like it ta me…"

"I like it." Ivan said nuzzling his neck. "I really do. Alfred."

"What?" He asked sadly, almost painfully.

"Do you remember anything from the first time you black out on your horse?"

Tensing Alfred looked at him. "How the hell do ya know bout that?"

"I think I know why you have those wounds on your body. The scars, the bruises, the one scar on your wrist-"

"How do you know about them! Yer, lyin! Let me go!"

Struggling Ivan managed to kept a grip on him. "I know because I saw the Union's! Both of you have the same marks in every way! Tell me what you remember so I can help you. Please, just tell me and I will help you get better."

"… Ya anin't gonna lock me up?"

"Of course not. I would not lock up that which I love."

"Ugh, what a headache…" Alfred said as he sat up. "Where's my horse?"

"Are you alright?"

Rubbing his head he looked over and saw eleven children standing there. They had guns raised as if worried. Blinking he rubbed his eyes. Sitting up slowly he felt the world move.

"What happened?"

"Yer against us! You want us destroyed!"

Rubbing his again he looked at them. "Destroy? Why would I be doin that?"

"Because.. Yer… you… they… Uh, Atlanta?"

"It was after that I went with them. They we're afraid. Still just children themselves and here they had to abide by the human leaders of the South. It wasn't all bad. My children didn't believe in slavery, but the humans… they had control over them. I had to stay with them. They would never make it out alive."

"You stayed with them?"

"Yes I did. We fought together. I knew we were going to lose but I had to kept them safe. The Country torn apart, I never was for slavery… everyone is free ya know? But… we had to obey the humans. We fought so hard. The states stayed in their own and I was at the front lines when I saw him. We looked so much alike. Then I realized… that we were America."

Ivan nodded and held Alfred who had turned around and was now laying against his chest. Rubbing his back he budged him to continued. He listened about the war, their fights, the fall of the south and then how they started to chase each other. Up to the point where Alfred said he was fishing and knocked out.

"Do you remember when you got out?"

"I was a sleep. I wasn't feeling well. So, I didn't answer when they called me. Then when he got closer to me, I grabbed him and ran. I found a room of uniforms. I thought I would dress in one and leave again. But they saw me when I came out they had him locked in the cell. How they did it I don't know, but they thought of us as the other. So, I forced my Southern accent down and was able to get by. I ended up reading everything about the wars and everything I missed. "

"You read?"

"I ain't stupid, ya jerk!"

"No, no, it just that you do not like reading anymore."

"I use'ta love reading. Then… I don't know I just ain't likin it no more."

"So, then you joined our meeting."

"I still remembered everyone. It was just something different that time around. I started feeling different all around. Silly sort of things."

"When was the first time you felt it?"

"After I was caught."

Setting down his bag, Alfred took off his shoes, and folded up his pants. Once done he took off his shoes and socks, pulled off his Jacket and rolled up his sleeves and walked into the water. Going in until it was just a few inches below his knees he leaned down and reached into the water waiting for a fish. As the time passed he saw a big one coming. Getting ready he focused and then clamped down on it.

"Got'ca!"

The fish struggled and put up a good fight. As he tried to gain a hold of it he didn't see the person coming up behind him and then something banged him and the only thing he felt was the water as he fell into it.

When he woke up he was laying in a cell.

To queenofchaos: .' Helps I am being shaken!

To watergoddesskasey: I'm glad you did

To Suga Bee: You make a wonderful point and have given me a great idea on another fic I have been wanting to do. But Suga Bee I will need your help for Southern love because all I know is from the movies Gone with the Wind and The Help. Would you mind if I PM you?

To love-for-baksa: Then my job here is done ;D

To artfan: I wish I knew XD Just kidding! Next chapter, next chapter.

To sabacat: lol it's all good. I can't speel with everything on or off XD

To emsimpunk: Because I'm a bad perosn