We, the people of the Confederate States, each State acting in its sovereign and independent character, in order to form a permanent federal government, establish justice, insure domestic tranquillity, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity-invoking the favor and guidance of Almighty God- do ordain and establish this Constitution for the Confederate States of America.
A constitution. That was all it took for Allan to be born. A Constitution written allowing a nation to be personified; their very existence being based upon the Constitution of the Confederate States of America and so Allan was born. Born into war.
The battlefield was all the young nation knew. Aim, fire, kill. You fight against the union, you fight against those damn yankees. You fall, you get up. You bleed, you wrap it up and keep on going. You get shot, crying or calling for help ain't gonna do nothing. Oh no. You get shot, and you better be back in the battle.
Pain was nothing more than a pinch. You'll get used to it. And so Allan fought. He was made for a reason and that reason was ever so clear to him. His basis of existence ran on one thing.
Preserve slavery, states' rights, and political liberty for whites.
The Union though stood against one thing that Allan was founded upon.
Slavery.
It was the reason that this Civil war started. The issue of slavery had oozed and grown like some sort of pus bubble and now it was exploding. And because of that Allan was created. A nation but to the Union the Confederate States of America was self-proclaimed despite the fact that eleven states had seceded and declared themselves independent from the Union. It had all started off with seven states.
South Carolina, Mississippi, Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana, and Texas.
Their regional economy was mostly dependent upon agriculture, particularly cotton, and a plantation system that relied upon the labor of African-American slaves. They seceded to protect themselves and piggy back ride off of slaves to economic prosperity. Allan didn't see anything wrong with it. They weren't people. They were property. They were bought and weren't even considered citizens but the Union wanted to take that away. And if they did then where would that leave his country? Not anywhere good. So on February 1861, Allan was personified and the Confederate States of America were formed, which was considered illegal by the government of the United States. Then after the Civil War began in April, four slave states of the Upper South – Virginia, Arkansas, Tennessee, and North Carolina – also declared their secession and joined the Confederacy. They joined him. The Union had shrunk drastically in size and Allan had grown but he was still so young. So small and untrained. That was immediately fixed though as he was thrown onto the battlefield at the raw age of three months. He was no longer a child. He was a nation even if the Union rejected the claims of secession and regarded the Confederacy illegitimate. He existed and maybe that was a sign that they were afraid. Afraid that their precious Union would be permanently destroyed. Allan was a nation and even if no foreign government officially recognized the Confederacy as an independent country, Britain and France had granted him belligerent status which allowed Confederate agents to contract with private concerns for arms and other supplies.
But then the tides turned against him
In early 1865, after four years of heavy fighting which led to an estimated 620,000 military deaths, all the Confederate forces surrendered and the Confederacy...where was he left to? The war lacked a formal end and nearly all of his forces had been forced into surrender or deliberately disbanded by the end of 1865, by which point the dwindling manpower and resources of the Confederacy were facing overwhelming odds. Jefferson Davis later lamented that the Confederacy had "disappeared" in 1865.
Disappeared.
And that's how Allan ended up here. On his knees, before the supreme court of the United States of America facing complete dissolution, his hands handcuffed behind his back. His red eyes staring at the wooden floor beneath him refusing to meet anyone's piercing gaze, because he couldn't. Couldn't let them see the tears welling in his eyes because he was helpless and scared. The great Confederate States of America had been degraded down to nothing. To this pitiful child who was bruised and bleeding from various cuts on his body, his gray uniform smudged with dirt and so was his face. Despite the pain and the situation he was in though, he refused to let any tears fall because he had to be strong. He had to stand for everything he was founded upon. It was the only reason he was existing today.
"Shall we proceed?" A justice asked and everyone else seemed to hum in agreement.
"The Confederate States of America which from early days has been a bearer of militarism and reaction in the South of the United States of America has de facto ceased to exist-"
Allan nearly choked on the air around him feeling something squeeze in his chest. His heart throbbing as he heard those words and he clenched his fists. Maybe everyone saw it as him fighting back but Allan only did it to contain the pain as he was weakened with only just the words of the Chief Justice. Who knew that words could hurt so much?
Please, Allan thought to himself. Have mercy.
"Guided by the interests of preservation of peace and security of peoples and with the desire to assure further reconstruction of the political life of the South on a democratic basis, the Supreme Court enacts as follows-"
Please, Allan begged silently in his mind trying to breathe properly but he couldn't quite catch his breath. He was dying. At the rapid age of four he would die and no one would miss him. He doubted that all the states that had been apart of him wouldn't either. No. They had the Union. They were a family with him. Even thinking about the Union left a bitter taste in his mouth because he had been his enemy...even though Allan had never seen him before.
"The Confederate States of America together with its central government and all its agencies are abolished-"
Allan let out a cry of pain as the fire brewing inside him increased, the judge's words nothing but paper to the hearth inside him. No...No, I...I don't want to die.
"The State and administrative functions as well as the assets and liabilities of the former Confederate States of America will be transferred to appropriate country financing, subject to such agreements as may be necessary and made by the United States Government-"
"Stop!" Allan cried out deciding to speak up now. "Please. I...I don't want to die. I...I was only fighting for what I thought was right! I-I just was doing what I was founded upon…" He said his bottom lip trembling as he looked at the Chief Justice, tears threatening to fall. "Please." He begged one last time.
The Chief Justice though did not seem to care about Allan's pitiful cries as he looked back at his paper and continued.
"The provisions of this Article are subject to such revision-"
"No, don't-"
"And other provisions as may be agreed upon-"
"Stop!"
"By the United States Government."
Allan felt something snap with him and he gasped before he started screaming pain erupting throughout his entire body like a wildfire. Tears freely slipped out of the corner of his eyes and for the first time since the start of the war he cried. He cried and cried, mumbling unintelligible words as stars flashed before his eyes. He was abruptly yanked back by his handcuffs and a rag was shoved into his mouth so that no one could no longer hear his screams. No one except himself as it radiated throughout his head mercilessly.
"The United States dissolution of the Confederate States of America, signed on the 20th of April, liquidates the Confederate States of America, its central government, and all its agencies. This law is in the nature of a confirming action; the eleven states and administrative districts of the Confederate States of America have been accepted back into the union nulling the existence of the Confederate States of America."
Allan felt all his strength leave his body. He felt everything that made him him fade.
Nulled.
Liquidated.
His strength and power returning to the Union and he was left for nothing. He felt his body go limp and his eyes were heavy and he felt...tired. Was this what it was like to die? Was it just an endless slumber? Or would there be something waiting for him once he closed his eyes? He didn't have a choice on the matter as the young nation's eyes fluttered close.
Sleep…
Sleep…
Sleep…
But he did not disappear.
In case anyone did not agree with the last one-shot as Alfred technically being 2P America, I made this one-shot to smooth things over. :) Allan (2P America) is the Confederate States of America and so he is his own separate nation. I hope you all enjoyed this one-shot because I enjoyed writing it. But until next time my dearies! Bye, bye!- Admin
