Hey everyone who has reviewed and/or followed. Thank you for reading my fic. Yes this will be OC centered but the nations are coming. The first two chapters are chapters that will build suspense.
This chapter will introduce my oc and explain what has happened after the first chapter.
I would like to thank Sowelo for being my editor she has been a big help.
disclaimer: Just like I dont own Nutella I dont own Hetalia either
On August 10th, 2016 newly elected President William C. Fisher declared that the United States of America would go into 30 years of isolation.
Ships were being herded into port by giant navy vessels. Each individually searched for any unregistered passengers.
Letters were sent to family in other parts of the world explaining what was happening back in America.
Though all political ties were cut, trade still continued. Borders with Canada and Mexico were completely closed off. No one allowed in, no one allowed out.
Fences, made out of concrete and barbed wire were put in place. The length of these walls almost reached six meters. Military personnel marched the wall hourly, guns in hand. One fence was surrounded by desert while another was covered in snow
For two years things here went by smoothly. Americans enjoyed a sense of joy and peace that could only be compared to that of the 1920's. With new social and cultural innovations we lived in luxury. The music industry boomed, and medical research also reached an all new high. Unemployment reached an all new low at 1.3%. Another impact was the revival in the wildlife protection programs.
New York City gleamed as new skyscrapers rose. Another key factor in this was that more trees lined the streets and in some areas, almost completely blocked the view of the road.
Though as the poet Robert Frost said. "Nothing gold can stay," This prosperity did not last long. Under the Gilded image of this time, hostile feelings grew stronger and stronger until they reached their boiling point.
New parties rose into popularity. The Philosophers, who were dreamers and inventors, wished that when America came out of Isolation, to keep all of the new inventions found during this era to the U.S. Then sell these inventions to other nations at unbelievable prices, even though the U.S. would have a surplus of these supplies.
The Expansionists on the other hand, wished to build up America's military so when we did come out of Isolation they could obtain more land for what they called the New Prosperity.
For three years these two parties battled in a bloody war. Thousands upon thousands of lives were lost. Finally after five more years of civil war, the two leaders of both groups: Frederick Steins of the Philosophers and William H. Fisher of the Expansionists came to a truce.
With the total body count at over 1 million a truce was called between the groups and reconstruction on America began on December 24, 2025.
It took years once more for peace to come to our nation. Though later this week on Saturday August 27th, 2044 America's doors will be reopened to the world. Also the first world conference will be held in the United Nations building in New York City, the first since January of 2014.
"So what do you guys think?" The din and noise of the crowd surrounding my group of friends caused me to nearly shout to be heard. The four of us were seated at our usual table at our high school, Midtown High.
"Your power point could use some work," Maria politely pointed out retying her black hair into a bun.
"I think it was pretty good for something you did last min-" Slapping my hand over Andre's mouth felt extremely satisfying.
"Alexa you said you finished last week!" Tyson scolded me as he smacked my head.
"Well I finished pulling the powerpoint app up so it wasn't a complete lie," I snapped back.
This is a common occurrence for our small group of misfits. Oh I never introduced myself, I'm Alexa Freeda James. I go to Midtown High here in the great city of New York. I'm a senior here along with my friends Maria, Andre, and Tyson. We've been friends for years, since fourth grade actually.
"This report counts for third of our first semester grade. I would think you would put more effort into it," Maria was like the big sis of our gang. She comes from a big family in El Barrio, a big Hispanic cultured area here in NYC. She was very gentle and a caring person though she can become quite vicious if you mess with her friends.
"Dudette's right Al," Now Andre was a newer addition to our small crew. He and his mother moved here from Cali, during our freshman year. He was your stereotypical skater, with a stoner attitude and speech. He was pretty tall for his age at 5' 11. His brown dreads are a good foot in length and were tied together in a loose ponytail.
Yawning tiredly I replied. "Yeah I know but I got distracted by this new game I got."
"Alexa have you not been sleeping again?" Tyson scolded me.
"Well no it's not like I didn't want to but..."
Rapid gunfire echoed as waves crashed against a desolate beach, warships smoking just offshore as cries of anguish swam through the air.
It's more like I can't. Though this isn't anything new; as long as I could remember, I have been plagued by these kinds of dreams. I played it off as insomnia for years and everyone bought it.
"Yeah sorry you know me and videogames," the four of us all laughed in understanding.
"I can't believe I got D-!" Groaning I slammed my head into my locker. Hey, it's a good locker, been banging my head on here since freshman year hasn't dented on me yet!
"Well it was a half assed job," Maria added her insight as we walked out of the school.
"I disagree I thought it deserved a C tops," Andre replied.
"Thanks Andre," I hugged both him and Maria before I did the same with Tyson.
"So Alexa, movie night at my place tonight?" Tyson asked as we waved goodbye to Andre and Maria as they hopped on the south bound train.
Tyson and I go way back, he is one of the best people I could ever hope to meet. He towers over me at 6' 6" and thanks to football, is pretty toned. His mom and dad were some of the last people to move to America before we were closed off. His family moved here from Italy though their heritage leads back to South Africa.
Though he lost his father in the Second Civil War he and his mom made the best of things. Tyson was a great guy and I could see why every girl at school fell for him. Though, whenever any of us brought up the idea of him asking a girl out he changes the subject by merely saying.
"There's a girl out there for me already, I'm just waiting for her to notice."
I'll admit I still have a crush on him, though a guy like him could never like me. I mean look at me! Pasty skin, all legs, no chest to speak of, and hair the color of straw; even my eyesight was horrible. I was blind as a bat without my glasses.
"Sorry Ty but I have to go into Manhattan tomorrow to get a new softball glove," I recently got appointed to captain of the softball team at school so I had to go and get new gear for the season, conditioning gets started in early September when the weather is still warm. We boarded our train along with some other students. The trains are always packed so we were lucky to grab to seats near the windows.
"I have to leave early if I want to beat all of the crowds tomorrow," I explained to Tyson. The train rounded a bend, so now the windows looked towards Ellis Island. Giant navy vessels outlines could be seen out at sea. They were so far out, that they looked like black specs on the wide horizon.
"Oh yeah the gates are finally opening," Tyson sighed looking out at the horizon.
"You would have known if you hadn't been snacking during my presentation!" I snapped remembering how he had been eating Cheetos during my project.
"What I'm a big guy," he shrugged with a laugh only to have me shove him by the arm.
"Yeah a big idiot if that's what you mean," snickering at each other we leave the train at our stop in Brooklyn. Tyson and his mom run a liquor store on the corner of our neighborhood. The big empty lot at the back of the building was a place a lot of people go to just to hang out or play a couple sports.
"Hey at least let me come with you tomorrow," Tyson asked as we stopped in front of the store. "A shrimp like you will get lost too easily in the big city," he laughed, ruffling my hair.
"Who are you callin' shrimp, Sasquatch!" I snapped back pushing his hand off. Tyson merely laughed and walked down his driveway waving at me as he left.
"Train station 6 am sharp!" He called out clearly.