Confederate America

Chapter 4

Meeting the Europeans and WWI

The date was April 2, 1917.

Germany has been attacking American ships and ships with Americans on board for the past couple of years and calling it a accident or unfortunate occurances. President Woodrow Wilson declared war on Germany after their military attacked Housatonic with one of their U-boats. America and Germany (the personifications) were very tense.

None of the countries knew that the southern representation of the country, Montgomery existed. America was giving Allies supplies, but they weren't getting involved until now. Isolationism was becoming a thing of the past.

Montgomery lived in a home in Richmond, Virgina. While, her brother America (or Al or North as Montgomery called him, as they were both representations of America.), lived in Washington D.C. It's been about 52 years since the Civil War and they had to work together for a couple wars that happened before the one currently going on.

America came to Montgomery's home after he gotten word from their president. Hearing the doorbell, Montgomery got up and opened the door. Grinning wide with light brown hair with a cowlick similar to her's. He wore a white shirt, loosely worn tie and a brown bomber jacket, fur on the hood. "Hey, Monty. Can I come in?"

Montgomery stared for a moment. "Huh? Oh, sure, North." It was still weird to call him America. She moved to the side, waving a hand and telling him to follow her inside. It was a place she lived in on her own. It was two stories with a spiraling staircase going to the second floor. The first floor had rugs in front of the stairs and in the living space. The first floor has the kitchen, a fireplace and a bathroom. While, the second floor had another bathroom, her bedroom and other rooms that were clean and unused.

American watched as his sister sat on the couch. He tried to brush it off and laugh, but America wasn't an idiot, he knew there was still tension. Montgomery sat back and looked at him. "So, what is it? I know about Wilson's declaration of war." She actually went to the north side decently enough. She personally knew Theodore Roosevelt's daughter, Alice. A fiery spirited woman, Alice Roosevelt was. She knew Theodore Roosevelt too, respecting him greatly as a great and strong president that he was. She met their boss, Woodrow Wilson, when he was sworn into office.

American nodded. "Yeah, we can't let them Krauts attack our ships and our people."

Montgomery scowled darkly, clenching her jaw. As much as she tried to disagree with America for petty reasons, killing of their citizens was something they can obviously agree with about being enraged at. "It's warrented. So, we're going to war. What about it?"

"This isn't like the other wars, Monty. You have to meet the Allies."

Montgomery's head darted up to look at him. "North, is that wise?" She's almost 100 years old, but she's been hidden this long.

America sent her a smile. "So...England, France and Russia are going to be coming to meet up."

Montgomery seemed to nod. "Yeah...alright." Montgomery scratched the back of her head. It was easier to keep it short as she could get most things done disguised as a man.

It was about a month after that talk with America when she went to D.C. to meet with her brother. She sat in the back of the car as a member of the military drove to D.C. She sighed as they stopped in front of White House. The door was opened and Montgomery gotten out, nodding her head at her driver. She walked to the front of the White House, where America and the president, Woodrow Wilson stood.

Montgomery sent him a smile. "Mr. President. A pleasure." She shook his hand briefly.

He sent her a smile back. "It is I who should be saying that, Miss Montgomery." He stared at her for a moment, amazement on his face. Most of the presidents looked like that when they saw her or America. A select few being the exception.

The president and his guard went back into the White House. America nodded at her, sending her a grin. "You ready?"

Montgomery snorted, following him into the conference room. "Is anyone for the Europeans?" For a while, Montgomery was annoyed that Britain or any of Europe wouldn't support the South's cause, even if they didn't know she existed.

The heavy two doors were thrown open by America, with him calling. "The Hero is here!"

A accented voice said. "America, it's about time. Why did you disappear like that. It's irresponsible."

America laughed. "Don't worry about it, Britain."

"Why you..."

Montgomery smirked. From North's tales, that must be Britain. He was a guy of average height, bright yellow blond jagged hair, bright green eyes and huge eyebrows. It made Montgomery want to say something about it as a joke, but held her tongue. This was serious.

"You have person behind you, da?"

American almost rolled his eyes. Of course it was the communist. He laughed. "Yeah, yeah." He moved to the side, splaying out his arm. "Dudes, this is my sister, Montgomery, the southern part of the country."

Montgomery crossed her arms over her chest after she waved a bored hand. "Yo."

The room had a large round table made of expensive wood, chairs were around the table with a large chalkboard covering one wall.

America snickered at the shocked looks of the other nations. Well, Britain and France looked shocked. Other than the widening of his eyes, Russia's wide grin just got creeper. At least, in America's opinion.

England sputtered. "Sister?! When did that happen, America?"

France, a man with long blond hair and blue eyes, dressed in fancier dress than anyone else in the room, arched a perfect eyebrow. "Oh, new sister, non?"

Russia, a towering man with white hair and purple eyes and a wide cheerful smile on his face with no emotion. He put his hand up. "Zdravstvuyte."

Montgomery blinked at the mess of the jumbled consonants of the word, figured it was some type of greeting. She nodded at him, causing him to send his smile in her direction.

America shrugged. "Yeah, it was in 1820, so about a hundred years ago."

It was quiet for a moment and France asked quietly. "Your Civil War?"

Montgomery huffed, walking over to the chair and flopping down. "Are we gonna talk about this war or a old one?" Montgomery could still admit to herself she was bitter over the loss whenever it was brought up. America glanced at her, but he ignored the tension in the room.

Britain huffed at her, crossing his arms over his chest. "That is quite rude, young lady."

Montgomery felt her eyebrow twitch. She already felt annoyed at his words. America grinned in amusement. England just had a way of annoying him sometimes and he knew it wouldn't be any different for Monty.

France laughed, sitting in another chair in a flourished move. "Now, now, Angleterre, you've just met and already such a bad impression."

England turned with a scowl and his hands on his hips toward France. "Shut it, you bloody Frog!"

"Oh? You can't cook."

"Take that back!"

"Non! Make me!"

"You prat!"

Russia, America and Montgomery watched as they strangled each other. Montgomery blinked, turning to her brother. "Do they do that a lot?"

Russia said brightly. "Da. All the time."

America waved a hand. "You dudes gonna continue the meeting or what?"

They stopped, turning their heads to look at the other personification at the same time. America shivered. "That's creepy, man."

Montgomery was sending them the same uneasy look. "I have to agree with North."

Britain huffed, sitting in a chair across from Montgomery. "Look what you did."

Francis smirked at him. "Trust me, Angleterre, that's not my doing, but yours."

Which called Round 2 between France and England soon enough. America laughed as he watched. About 30 minutes later, all arguments ended and the real talks of the war began. Montgomery tugged on her uniform jacket. She was used used to wearing the military uniform at meetings. Wearing her Confederate uniform at their next meeting after the war, made America look like he wanted to strangle her.

They talked about troops and where they were sending them. They were going to send 14,000 troops first off to France to defend in the trenches, where Montgomery would go with the first set of troops and America would make sure everything was settled in the White House before he came with the next set of troops.

After another hour, everything was agreed upon. America told her as it ended. "You could've worn something else, ya know?" He noticed her figiting throughout the meeting. Straightening and smoothing out her uniform jacket.

Montgomery sent him a sharp grin. "My Confederate uniform?"

America rolled his eyes, sending her a rare dirty look. "Monty. Like you haven't done it before."

The southern part of their country just sent him a pleased grin back.

England and France watched the two halves of America interact. England smirked, amused. Finally, that thick headed idiot had to deal with what he did. But if it was as bad as the Revolutionary War... He winced at the thought. France was thinking among the same lines.

Britain stood up stiffly. "Well, I suppose this is it. Until we meet again on the battlefield." He went to shake America's hand formally, but America just snickered, slapping a heavy hand to his back. Britain jolted forward from the strength. Montgomery raised an eyebrow. Most nations weren't as strong as they were.

America seemed to forget and remember this fact at the same time. "See ya soon, Britain, dude."

Britain sputtered and when he went to do the same to France, the nation backed up with hands raised in front of him. "Non, thank you, Amerique." He was smirking at the island nation's misfortine. America and Russia gave each other hard stares, neither moving from their spots.

Montgomery watched them for a moment before getting up. Oh, right. Russia's a communist. She felt her nose wrinkle in disgust at the thought. Communist.

She figured she had to do her part as a nation. She stopped in front of the grouchy English man. He sent her a wary look. She grinned at him, holding at her hand. He blinked, his eyes widening as he hurried to clasp her hand into a firm shake. "Oh, right. Nice meeting you today, Miss Montgomery."

Montgomery nodded, easy going. "Yeah, you too."

France came up and wrapped her hand in two of his. "It's wonderful seeing you, Madame Montgomery."

She nodded, taking her hand back. "Yeah...likewise." Europeans were weird.

Russia said brightly. "Nice meeting you, da?"

He was giving her a stare, his eyes trying to see what she was made of, most likely. She gave him a blank stare back, doing the same thing he was.

With much noise, the three nations left. Montgomery sat down with a sigh, tossing her feet on the table and crossing them at the ankles. She threw her arms behind her head. "Well, that was interesting, North."

America smiled at her, sitting down next to her and copying her position. "Yeah, but the war should be ending soon. Dudette, the war's been goin' on for three years."

Montgomery scratched the back of her head. "Let's hope so, North."

They both knew this war would be different than the battles they fought in. Trench Warfare. They heard enough about it. Montgomery tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She wasn't worried, she guessed it would happen at some point. Sure, they helped the Allies with supplies and support, but they were finally putting boots to the ground, hopefully it moved it along for their win.

She blinked as a heavy hand landed on her short hair. "Don't worry too much, Monty. I'm the Hero! And you're pretty tough too." He messed up her hair roughly, forcing Montgomery to forcibly duck her head. He chucked as she ducked her head away, her ears burning a little in embarrassment. She was getting up there in age, she wasn't a child anymore.

America just laughed at her reaction. Montgomery stood. "Not worrying, North. We're strong." She walked out of the room.

America stared at the closed door his sister just left through. Things were getting better between him and Monty, but things were still tense. He knew most of the country didn't want to get involved and Montgomery felt the same thing. But, they had to. Germany and the Central Powers would keep attacking their ships and citizens.