A/N: I began writing this during Christmas and just never touched it after that. I got the idea in my American History class during our Civil War lesson. And.. you know.. I love the Civil War. When we visit the cemetary I love going to the back where the old graves are. There are a bunch of Confederate soldiers buried there. A lot of them have Confederate flags, but no one's visited them so it's kind of sad...
Anyways~ I always seem to rant in these Author's Notes... Sorry 'bout that...
Hmm... If I was alive during the Civil War Era, I don't know what side I'd be on. I know that right now, I would be on the Union's side with Lincoln. God.. I love that man. /dream sigh
Erm, okay.. I don't own Hetalia

And.. I may continue this into more than a one-shot since the end is very abrupt...

"General Robert E. Lee has ordered all eligible men to report to the Town Square at high noon on this Fifth of June to be assigned positions and rank," he read. "Should any eligible man not attend, it is advised he head for the North. Signed, Commander Evanston." Alfred swallowed as he finished.

The yellow-paged proclamation was not the first thing he wanted to see that morning. In fact, the young American never wanted to see the poster (he had to fight the urge to rip it from the wall and crumple it).

"That's us, right?" Alfred turned to the soft voice beside him. His little brother stared up at the poster, but Alfred couldn't watch.

Matthew was the last person he wanted to see dragged to war and even then Al would kick and fight before he let that happen.

"Yea."

Matthew smiled. To be honest, he was not happy as the smile let on. It was not the fact that he would soon have to fight (that he was excited about), Matthew would rather fight on the North's side and not the South's side.

"Are you even listening? Dad's gonna blow up if we don't get his coat to Miss Katya." Alfred said, knocking Matthew out of his trance.

The two young men made their way further into their southern town.

The twins finished their day's chores and by supper, their Father, Arthur, had sat them down to talk.

"You both are well over age and as much as I hate this bloody town, you have to join the war. Alfred and Matthew nodded. "You two know that I support the Union's reasoning. And I know you do too. Just remember," Arthur said in a quieter tone, leaning in. "Get to the North as quick as possible."

The two boys made their way up to the town square. A semi-large crowd was gathering; women and children saying their goodbyes to their husbands and fathers.

"All these men look intimidating." Matthew commented.

Alfred chuckled. "A puppy dog looks intimidating to you, Mattie." Matthew gave a playful glare. "Now don't forget what Arthur said."

"Yeah. We just have to stick together and –"

"Yeah. Way to almost blow the plan, idiot." Alfred said as he slapped a hand over Matthew's mouth. The smaller blonde murmured an apology.

"Line up, men!" A large voice shouted then. His husky voice rose over the buzz of the others. "It's time to move out!"

Matthew looked around at the other men. He saw a few women try and hold their tears back while others stared bravely out at their husbands. The people standing around Alfred and him were taller and huskier.

Shaking the uncomfortable gut feeling away, Matthew followed along-side Alfred with the other men to the army camp where they would soon be assigned rank.