Confederate America

Chapter 7

Entering WWII

December 7, 1941

Montgomery was sitting in her desk at 7:30 in the morning. She wasn't in Washington D.C., but in Virgina. North was in D.C. She was looking over the supplies that they were sending to England. It was part of the Land-Lease Act. It was President Roosevelt's excuse to contribute toward the war. Montgomery and North both knew he was pro-war. He wasn't the only one. The two personifications were coming to the side of the Allies, strugging with their citizens feeling about it and splitting their opinions on it.

North sent it to her with his signature for a new shipment. It was a formality. She felt a bit concerned for England, he was getting bombed constantly by Germany and France was occupied. Spending WWI with them, caused a bit of fondness for her. Excusing the matter that if they were to go to war, that would disappear. She knew North was worried about England too. He might not show it, but he was. She signed it and closed it, getting up to send it back to Washington. For England (he was just done dealing with the Blitz in May), the faster the better. Concerning the War, he was the last European country standing, other than Russia now, since he joined the war.

Montgomery grunted, stiffening as she stood. "Wha-what the hell?" She stumbled back in her chair as pain spread across her chest. She grasped her military dress shirt, balling the material in her fist. She gasped, her mouth twisting in pain. She saw her watch on her wrist. 7:55. She let out a scream of agony, feeling like her skin was peeling.

Montgomery grimaced. "Ah...ow, what's this?" This was worse than when she was a child, before the War of Northern Aggression started and even after. She noticed a red stain spreading across her chest. She used her personification strength to rip apart her shirt. Her eyes widened in alarm at the deep cut across her chest. Her breath caught in her chest. Her phone started ringing. She pressed her hand to her wound, blood was covering it. She shuttered. She fumbled with the phone with her other hand. "Y-yes?"

"Monty!? Are you okay, answer me!"

Montgomery gasped, no matter the tension between them, feeling relieved at her brother's voice. "Yeh, North! I'm bleedin', wha's goin' on!?" She grimaced at all the blood. It was a lot. She gritted her teeth, feeling the pain rolling under her skin. She could hear the pain in North's voice.

"Monty, we've been attacked, you need to keep calm."

Montgomery didn't realize her breath was hitching in panic. She bit back another yell. "N-North, I've never felt-what-attacked?"

She heard a slam on the front door of her office. Her head jerked toward it. She crushed the phone in her hand due to her strength. She didn't even recognize the slight pain from the phone shards. "What?!" She bit on her other hand, shaking for a moment.

"General Jones! We had an order through the line, there is a important telegraph for you."

She took a deep breath. No one could see me like this. Montgomery closed her eyes tightly, she felt her skin was burning and could feel the loss of life of their people, now that she knew why it was happening. She closed her eyes tightly and focused. It wasn't North or South. She blanced, clenched her fists and jaw, the muscle jumping. It had to be Hawaii. Which meant Pearl Harbor. Who? Who would dare... Montgomery remembered he was waiting.

She called. "I'll go down myself."

"Sir?"

Montgomery's voice was rough. "You are dismissed."

She stumbled to her feet, slamming open a door and wrapping her chest as best as she could.

Dressed in a new military uniform, she stormed down the hallway, heading to headquarters. She barked. "Make a hole!" The military building was already in chaos. People were running back and forth. Montgomery could feel pain radiated from her chest and her gait was stiff. She went toward where the telegraph was. She stiffly grabbed what she was handed and read it. Her face went white as she read it over. An attack from Japan on Pearl Harbor?

She clenched her jaw, her blue eyes flashing in rage. This is what broke the straws back.

She needed to meet with North.

Needing to change her bandages twice, she made it by car with a trusted driver of hers who knows of her identity. She winced over every slight bump. She closed her eyes after another apology. "Sam. Stop apologizing. I know it is not your fault." He was Samuel O'Connell, he has been driving her for the past 20 years, around 40 years old with dark hair and green eyes, healthy for his age. He was an American, but she knew he had an Irish background. He lived in Virgina. She's been their for his marriage and the birth of his children. She paid him well for his service.

"Of course, General."

Montgomery shifted, cursing Japan in her head. "Don't worry about staying. Just head back home. I'll be 'ere for a' while."

Sam nodded. "Of course."

They arrived and Sam left the car. He opened the door for her. She clasped his shoulder, ignoring the stiffness of the action. "Thank you, Sam."

He watched her worriedly. "It's my honor." He frowned. "Are you sure, you'll be okay, Amelia?"

She patted his shoulder. "Me? I'll be fine. Knowing North..."

"MONTY!? You're here!"

She grinned as North came striding forward quickly, though he couldn't hide the grimace pulling at his mouth. She walked quickly in his direction, knowing the idiot was probably stressing his own wounds.

They spoke at the same time.

Montgomery glanced at him. "Be careful, North. If you feel as bad as I do-"

North waved his arms. "Woah, Monty! Don't move too much." Montgomerty heard her car start to leave.

She frowned. "M'fine. Is it true?"

North sent her a rare serious look. "Yeah. C'mon, let's go see Frank." She knew he was talking about the president, Franklin D. Roosevelt.

The president, Roosevelt declared war the next day with a speech. Montgomery knew he was itching to get into this war, but didn't due to dissent from the people. She understood before, but now she was furious. Her people were furious and Montgomery wanted to rip off that bastard's head. How dare he...

All of those Americans, both North's and hers were suffering. She was staying with North as her chest and his was still healing. It's only been a couple of days, but they were supposed to meet with the other Allies in England. She tugged on her military uniform. Not a speck was out of place. From her shining shoes, iron green pants, cream shirt, tie and officer jacket, her insigna displayed and her hat, the only thing left askew purposely. It was tilted at a rakish angle.

North came to see her in a more relaxed form of dress than she was. He had his bomber jacket, tan pants, with his shirt and tie. Her people were very proud of their military honor. "Woah, Monty, you're all dressed up."

Montgomery shifted her tie into place. "Of course, North. Those Axis bastards won't see us comin'."

North's grin had gotten sharper. "Show 'em what happens when they mess with Americans!"

Montgomery grinned mirrored his, her eyes flashing a shade darker. Her anger was coming from her and her people. It was driving her mad. Everyone was thinking the same. To make them pay.

North turned. "Now, let's go Monty! It's time to be the hero!"

She chuckled and followed after him. "Whatever you say, North."

They arrived in London, England in one of their planes. Montgomery stretched her shoulders and North followed her. It was a long time on the plane and with such close quarters with her brother...

"North, Move! You are in my space!"

"Monty, you are the one in my space." America gives an bosterious laugh.

"Am not! We we're jus' attacked, stop leanin' on me."

"Monty, I'm just stretchin'. Move over." North smirks at her.

They tried to push each other, but wound up hissing in pain at the same time. "Ow!"

Montgomery checked, but there was no blood. She glanced over at North. "You spottin'?"

He brushed a hand across his chest with a grin. "Nope, all good here. Nothing can take me down, with someone as heroic as me. You okay?"

She stiffened, feeling like North was making a dig at her. "Yeah? Well...my wounds don' even hurt!"

North grins. "That's the spirit."

Yeah, they needed space. Even if North didn't show it, he was just as aggravated. It didn't help that tensions were high since the attack.

Walking through London was horrifying as they saw the damage that was caused. She could see the same look in North's eyes.

"Oh, Both Amerikans." They both stiffened and glanced at the Russian nation. He glanced at them. Montgomery realized he was looking for the injury from the attack. She stiffened her back, despite the pain, he wouldn't see her fall. And looking at North, he showed none of the pain on his face.

North smiled sharply. "Ah, Russia, dude. What are you standing out here? It's weird, man."

Russia smiled 'innocently'. "Just doing the waiting for you two, da?"

Montgomery glanced between them. "Well, let's go. Time's a' wastin'." She walked past them to get inside.

She opened the door and walked stiffly toward the most expensive looking door. She opened it with a grin. "I shoulda figured you'd pick the most fancy lookin' room."

She looked around to see everyone, but America and Russia in the room. Britain sent her a scowl. "I will have you know, young lady, it is the best room for a meeting."

She raised an eyebrow, her chest hurting too much to shrug. Britain wasn't a fool, his eyes glanced at her. She lifted her chin, eyes stubborn. The old Englishman looked like he wanted to roll his eyes.

France sent her a smile from his seat at the rounded table. "Bonjour, Madame Montgomery."

She wondered if the table had to do with King Arthur and the Round Table. He would be shocked to know she's read his literature.

She glanced at him with a slow nod. "Hi."

She noticed an asian man that had to be China. He didn't say a word, but sent her a nod. She sat down at a chair without another word. She looked over the Allies. China, Britain and France all looked worse for wear, not messy, but haggard. She probably didn't look the best herself.

The door slammed open and she heard America's laugh. "Hey, everyone! Never fear, the hero is here!"

Montgomery smiled, looking to see North's grin. Britain snapped. "America! Stop slamming my doors."

Russia walked in behind him silently, sitting down with a present smile.

America waved a hand, sitting down next to her. "Britian, dude, chillax! The door's not broken."

Britain had an exasperatedly pissed look. Montgomery didn't know anyone else who could pull off that look. "Would it hurt you to speak using proper words?"

America shrugged and tensed next to her in pain. "Whatever you say, dude."

France chuckled in amusement and before Britain could snap at him, China said. "Can we begin this meeting, aru?"

Britain righted his jacket lapels. "Very well, allow me to start the meeting."

Montgomery glanced around and saw France frown. She remembered him being occupied by Germany, he must be in pain and confused, due to the operation of the Vichy. She knew what it was like when you were confused due to your citizens. As old as he was, it must not of been a strange feeling for him, but still...

America laughed. "About time!"

Britain sent him a glare, but continued. "Well, we are planning on going thorough Africa, America, Montgomery, I can assume you are joining us?"

America nodded, his face sharpening. "Yeah, dude. We're gonna kick Germany's ass, no doubt."

Montgomery stared straight ahead and crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn't looking at any of the nations.

Russia smiled brightly. "I will be doing the destroying from home." Italy or Germany, both sides of America weren't sure.

Britain sent him a nod, his eyes flickering over to him. "Very well, Russia. It is best to knock Germany from the East." Britain nodded himself. "Alright, now-"

Montgomery leaned back in her chair, biting back a pained groan. Something that just made her ire higher. "What about Japan?"

Britain sent her a scowl, but didn't say anything at her demanding look. He understood. China straightened and Montgomery remembered Japan was attacking him since 1937.

America nodded, sternly. "Yeah, Monty's right. We gotta get Japan back. We were thinkin' of a two front war."

France hasn't said a word, he just watched them talk back and forth. "Can you handle that, Amerique?"

North and Montgomery spoke at the same time. "Of course we can."

October 12, 1870

Montgomery was in Virgina, standing across from North. "Can you hurry this up, North?"

America's hands were in his pockets. He sent her a grin. "Aw, why? You have somewhere to be?"

Montgomery shook her head with a scowl. "You jus' showed up outta the blue. I am a busy person, get on with it."

America made a face, but sat down. "I just wanted to see how you were doing."

Montgomery scowled deeper, throwing herself down in her chair. "I ain't injured if that is what you are askin'. But, I have your damn soldiers on my soil and I am dealin' with a injured friend. How do you think I am, North?" Her last states were finally admitted back into the Union.

North gave her a hard look. "You know it's for your protection, your people are protected."

Montgomery scoffed, giving him a look of disgust. "Alright, alright. What do ya want?"

America looked her over, frowning. She looked weary. "Who's the friend that's hurt? A human?"

Montgomery raised her eyebrows. "Do I know any other nations?" She felt a protective feeling over her friend and old general, Robert E. Lee. "Don't worry 'bout it, Nor'th."

America noticed her accent gets thicker when she is hiding something. "If you're hiding something..."

Montgomery slammed her hands on the table and stood up. "Dammit, North! It's been 5 years and you think I'm plannin' something?! I have every right to priv-" She froze, her eyes wide.

North was ready to reply to her anger, but stood up as she froze. "Monty?" It said alot that his sister didn't protest the name, but clutched her chest with her eyes in shock. He went to her in the next moment, grasping her shoulders tightly. He shook her. "Monty, Monty. Hey, you okay.?"

She gasped, still clutching her chest with wide eyes. "Robert...my...Robert..."

America's grip tightened, realizing she was talking about her past general, Robert E. Lee. He recognized the pain on her face, the same one he had whenever he lost a president. "Monty, you need to breathe."

She groaned, letting go of her chest only to grip his jacket, hunching her shoulders. Ignoring the tension from before, America felt his big brother instinct rect and pulled her closer. She pressed her face into his shoulder.

"Monty, just get through it. It's okay. Breathe."

Montgomery blinked hard, taking a deep breath. The pain was slowing down to a throb. It was bareable. She felt a lightness in her chest from being this close to North. It's been ten years since she allowed herself to be this close. But, she stiffened and her pride reared its head. Brother or not, he was still a Northerner. The same fire hit her chest along with shame at her weakness. Especially with North's people polluting her territory. She stiffened, shoving him away from her and standing with a stiff back, clenching her jaw.

North stood slowly, staring at her with the same wide blue eyes she shared. But, her's were sparking with fury. She pointed. "This means nothing, North!"

He sent her a look. "C'mon Monty, are you seriously-"

"Brag about your win all you want, but I am leaving. See ya way outta my 'outh, N'orth."

She went to walk away, the pain and the war being too close, it still burned. Her scars from the burning of Carolina were mostly healed, but still hurt.

America's voice for once sounded frustrated. "Monty, c'mon, that's enough. We share one country, you can't just-"

"I do what I want, getting your shit northerners outta my turf." She slammed the door behind her, making long strides down the hall. She heard America yell her name and the door slam open. Her citizens were staring in shock, she nodded her head at them, but walked quickly, trying to outpace North. He had that stubborn stride right now, one she shared.

"Monty, c'mon on! Stop running!"

She called back with a snarl. "Don't call me that! Get away from me, ya dirty Carpetbagger!"

She heard a hitch of breath and saw one of her men, Harold Martin II, she knew his father as well. He worked for her and kept everything running after his father, retired. He was like a steward.

"What did you call me?" She felt a twist of wariness up her spine, but ignored it. It wasn't hard to remember her defeat by North a couple of years ago. "Harold."

He stiffened. "Yes, General Jones?"

Montgomery tilted her head toward North. "Get my horse ready, please. I have somewhere to be."

He glanced at the rapidly advancing North and nodded, scurring away to what was asked. Montgomerty walked away from him with large strides, North matching them. She was stopped in her tracks by a grip on her upper arm. Her hackles raised, her hands curling into fists and her blood boiled. "Get...Off...Me."

"You can't seriously be mad! You were in pain, still are and I helped you. I'm your brother."

She yanked her arm away with a scowl. She walked off. "A north'ner is no brother of mine."

She went outside, nodding at Harold, who had her horse ready. "Thank you." She stepped in the stirrup and heaved herself over its back. Harold took his leave, recognizing the fire in her eyes. She was taller than North from this height, looking down on him. She looked at him from the top of her nose. "Monty-"

"Don' call meh that."

He threw his arms up, his grin strained tightly. "Come on, Montgomery. This is stupid and you know it."

She whipped the reins, reaching to the side and tugging on her cowboy hat, the brim shadowing her eyes. "Stay. Outta. My .South."

She turned and galloped toward Robert E. Lee.

He called. "You are part of my Union! Remember that!" She ignored him, her jaw clenching tightly in anger.

America watched with a deep furrow in his brow. He cursed. "Dammit, Monty!" It was going to be more difficult that he thought. She is just as stubborn as England is. Which made sense, from what he remembred, the South was more favorable toward England during the Revolution. It was more difficult considering he had to work with her since they were one country. She was too angry, her people's anger toward the north didn't help. And...

He missed his little sister. He ran a hand down his face, looking for his horse to leave.

There was nothing left for him here.

I know it has been a long time, but I had this idea. America is a bit different, but I feel like he would act a little different and stricter if he was dealing with a younger sibling from a rebellion.