Confederate America
Chapter 8
South and North Fighting
Warning: Due to the satire-like nature of Hetalia, there is politics involved describing the stereotypes of the left and the right. Not meant to offend anyone as it's written as satire/humor.
Montgomery, The Southern Representation of the United States of America, was walking in the United Nations building in New York, grimacing at the political signs lining the sidewalks. She could hear a pounding in her head that had nothing to do with the noisy city. Even if she rather be on her country dirt roads. She had busy hubs, New Orleans, Miami, Charleston...but the northern cities were something else. She blamed England's start with the Industrial Revolution. The political stage was getting hectic. Everything was usually split, but one side was hers and the other was North. It caused a lot of tension between them, at times, almost as bad as the Civil War's tension.
Montgomery walked into the room, looking around, but didn't see North, which was a relief, but she knew she would be sitting by him by the time the meeting started. Everyone else seemed to be here. France, England, the Italies, Germany, Russia, China, Japan...the list went on.
"Montgomery!" She looked at hearing the accent and nodded at England, who walked forward. He was out of his green uniform, dressed in a smart suit and tie, as were most of the other nations. She was out of her own uniform, dressed in easy pantsuit with dark slacks, a button down shirt and a jacket over that, her short brown hair pushed away from her forehead, the one strand sticking out like it usually was. "Are you ready to start? And where is America?"
Her jaw tightened, feeling a muscle strain in her jaw. "I ain't his keeper. When he decides to grace us with his presence, we can start."
Britain looked like he was going to scold her improper English, due to his frown, but he stopped, looking at her. "Is everything alright, poppet?"
She tilted her head, face blank. "Yeah, everythin' fine. Sorry 'or the wait." She nodded at him and when didn't say anything, but continued to look at her, she walked to her seat and sat down. Montgomery shook her head. Britain had a look, almost like he recognized what was going on. It was annoying dealing with older Nations. She rubbed her forehead with a sigh.
"Madame Montgomery, bonjour."
She looked up, an fixed a grin on her face. "France, hello, how are you?" He was smiling at her kindly.
"Well enough. You seemed to have a headache?"
She shrugged. "It's nothing really." She knew and he knew that a major headache was due to country problems and she didn't want to expose her and North's problems, even if they probably knew. A look flashed over his face and she bit back a groan as the look was similar to Britain's.
The doors burst open and a familiar laugh rang through. "Hello! The Hero is here!"
Montgomery scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Always with the entrance." She ignored the look France set her, working her jaw again. Her teeth were going to hurt from all the grinding she was doing.
England called. "America! You are late!"
America laughed. "Not late. It's my own meeting, dude."
Montgomery stopped the grin she wanted to spring at England's annoyance.
China sighed. "Can the Westerners stop fighting so we can start?"
Germany nodded firmly. "I agree. Let's get started quickly."
America nodded. "Whatever you say, dude."
America swaggered over and sat down without glancing at her. "Montgomery."
She grunted. "North." She didn't look at him either. Before this UN meeting, they had gotten into an argument. A bad one.
She leaned back in her chair as Germany explained the same rules that the Nations would break anyway.
America's grin was tense and Montgomery's face was not any different. He had shoved his elbow into her side and she was doing the same throughout the meeting. They ignored the stares (in England case, glaring). Monty hissed. "Get off me, you over-industrialized buffoon!"
"I'm not doing anything, you uneducated hick!"
Monty felt her face go beet red, her hands shaking. "Don't you call-"
"America? Montgomery? Is everything alright?"
America beamed. "Everything's okay, Germany! Just Monty being weird."
Montgomery barked. "I am not bein' weird. You keep yer northe'rn elbow to yerself!" Those in the room could recognize the thickening accent in Montgomery's voice.
North gave her a wide-eyed 'guileless' look. "Sorry, Monty. I didn't know you were fragile." She could feel and see the smugness in his eyes. Monty choked on the rage she felt, feeling the vein of anger pulsing in her temple, her eyes bulging. America immediately recognized it as a England expression when he was furious. He knew Monty's had that look since she was young.
They narrowed quickly. "Who're you callin' weak?"
"I didn't say that!"
"You didn't have to, you implied it!"
"I'm surprised you know a big word, dude."
"You should talk, you estupido!" Her Spanish roots from Florida came ringing out of her voice, the accent perfect. Mexico and Spain looked over, interested.
The whole room was staring quietly. And shock. It was was rare to have two of the same Nation fighting, though Italy and Romano looked like they understood what was going on, one of the only Nations not watching this in shock. Russia was smiling smugly. Lithuania was looking nervous, China rolled his eyes, Japan was trying to become smaller and hoping no one saw him. Germany grimaced, remembering all the arguments he and Prussia had between the East and the West. France and England were not fighting for once, sending each other looks, knowing this was going to be bad.
America and Montgomery were now standing and arguing back and forth, spitting out harsh words.
"At least I'm not racist!"
Monty recoiled, staring at him with a disbelieving look. She croaked, beyond furious at his words. "What did you say to me, North?"
America crossed his arms across his chest. "What? Can't handle the truth?"
Monty roared out in anger, making a couple of Nations jump. "And...there it is! Accusing me of things from over 100 years ago. I am not! You keep saying the same thing over and over again!"
"Because it is true! Slavery! Jim Crow! Oppression, do I need to go on?"
"It's always the same with you. You northers always think you're better. Money obsessed. Things are different!"
England seeing this go downhill fast, tried to interrupt. "America. Montgomery. Stop this at once." As expected, with tempers being as heavy as they were, he was ignored.
America spat. "The Civil War speaks for itself."
Montgomery let out a harsh laugh. "Yes, the War of Northern Aggression! Let's rub that in my face again and again for over a hundred years! You tactics were poor! Yer were lucky to win!"
America scowled darkly, glaring. "Stop calling it that, it wasn't aggression, you brought that upon yourself! Then why did I win and you...lose?"
Montgomery bristled. North knew she hated to bring it up. "Logistics, cretin! Had way more men. Your incompetent men couldn't beat mine on an even playing field. Compared to my Robert..." France looked a bit surprised, but then remembered the wide amount of French speakers in the south.
America rolled his eyes. "In the end, it don't matter. The North won and country's united again."
Montgomery was fuming. "Yeah, that time I lost."
The room, with no one talking, had gotten quieter with the tension. America was going to storm away, beyond angry. Any easy going expression he showed everyone else was gone. The might of a superpower, the anger, the power, was on his face. Monty not too far off. The Nations could feel the dangerous tension building. Canada was pale, knowing this wasn't going to go well. France and England sent each other another look at her words.
America slowly turned, barely breathing. "That time? Are you planning any other time?"
Montgomery, the Southern Representation of the United States of America, tilted her chin forward, her eyes flashing darkly. "Ah said what ah said, Nor'th."
Italy said to his brother, saying in Italian. "Fratello, fighting over the country, si?"
Romano made a face, huffing out a breath and saying in the same language. "Si. This is going to be bad."
The tension in America's neck was straining. Montgomery's teeth could be seen against her jaw. America lowered his head and locked eyes with his sister. "Try it."
Montgomery breathed deeply, and tried to ignore him. She could feel the challenge in his words, feeling the famous southern temper rise within her. Before anyone could say anything, she slammed into America, throwing him to the ground. "You bastard!" She punched him. "You smug-ow!"
He tossed her off, lunging at her himself. "You can't let it go!" He grimaced as she yanked on the crown of his head, either knee on the side of him. As equal parts of the country, they held equal strength. The rest of the Nations were in a uproar, going to stop them, but they couldn't get a hold of them.
England was yelling. "Both of you knock it off! This is beyond childish!"
France waved his hands. "Take a breath and calm down, non?"
Canada sighed worried. "Oh, America..."
Italy and Romano, Japan and China stayed away. Germany marched over, intended to stop this quickly. Russia looked over with an interested look.
Montgomery shouted. "Not when you keep bringing it up!"
He shook her loose, elbow her in the nose. She yelped sharply, letting go. They were rolling on the floor, yelling and grabbing each others jackets.
Montgomery growled. "Estupido!"
"Idiot!"
"Dumbass!"
"Schmuck!"
"Northern garbage!"
"Racist!"
"Am not, government dog!"
"Don't call me-ow!"
She smacked him over the head, getting punched back, causing her to stumble back into some chairs.
"That's enough!"
The room jerked at England's enraged yell, storming forward to get between them, his hands on America's shoulders.
America snapped. "Get out of my way, Britain!"
Britain grimaced at the force, knowing the other Nation was stronger than him. "America! Calm down, this is not the time nor the place. Look at what you're doing! You know just as much as I do, it's the nation, not you two who're angry. You're older, you know this more than she does."
America breathed deeply, his chest lifting. Montgomery spit on the ground, the spit mixed with red. America closed his eyes. England usually knew how to get through to him. Montgomery still angry, lunged, only to be stopped by France gripping her arm tightly, Canada on her other side, both of them blocking the way.
France said lowly in French. "Le Sud Amerique, don't do this here. You're not thinking like yourself, separate yourself from your citizens for a moment, that's the root of your anger."
Canada nodded, saying softly and in French. "He's right, Montgomery. It's triggering your anger."
She blinked, struggling a bit, but not as much. "No! I'm pissed off. Dammit!" Germany was quickly dismissing the room before another fight broke out.
"He-he..." Monty's eyes narrowed, tasting the blood in her mouth. America stared blankly back, England still in front of him. She knew they both said things, her brother knew how to piss her off. But, then again, so did she.
She looked around. She finally said. "Sorry for interruptin' the meetin'."
America didn't look at her. "Yeah, sorry. We didn't mean it." He didn't sound like his normally goofy self.
Germany said after a moment. "As long as you both can promise to behave, we'll have the meeting tomorrow."
America nodded. "Yeah."
Montgomery stared at the ground. "Sounds like a' plan. "
Germany left quickly. France, Canada, England, Montgomery and America were the only ones in the room. Montgomery looked at them with a frown, avoiding looking at France or Canada. "See you tomorrow, then."
She went to leave, but an accented voice said sharply. "Now, wait one moment, poppet."
She sighed deeply and turned. "Yes?"
She saw England's stern expression. "You better not sigh at me-America! You are not going anywhere either! You are just as guilty as she is!" His hands were on his hips, moving one to waggle a stern finger between them, a stern knot to his heavy brows. As off as North and South were with each other, they both sent a long suffering look in each other's direction. They knew how this was going to go, just didn't know how long England was going to go for.
England snapped. "Honestly, the both of you are bloody mad! Fighting like that in a meeting."
Montgomery scoffed. "Like you and France or North or anyone else don't fight."
France said, a slight smile on his face. "Madame Montgomery, it is not the fighting, though the physical blows are not necessary, it is the fighting between you and America."
America shrugged. "So what? Nations argue." He hated fighting with his sister, but knew the stress of the situation and their citizens caused most of that anger, though Monty knew how to push his buttons.
Montgomery said. "Yeah, what Nor'th said."
Canada was quiet, watching them. England rolled his eyes. "Do either of you know how to pay attention? I swear, it must be an American problem!"
America and Montgomery protested. "Hey!"
Canada said quietly. "Britain..."
England let out a breath, realizing that wasn't going to solve their problem. He looked over at them, sternly. It was strange how alike they looked, it was like looking at the Italies. Small differences, but likeness mostly the same. "Exposing yourselves to the other Nations by showing the conflicts within each other. A conflict that can be taken advantage of. Petty fights and actual conflicts are different and both of you know that."
America and Montgomery shared a sullen look, but agreed. America said. "Okay, okay, geez, dude, we got it."
Montgomery nodded. "Yeah."
England nodded his head, straightening his jacket. "Very well."
France said. "Come along, Amerique, show us some fantastic cuisine."
America beamed. "Ah, you'll love it! C'mon."
Montgomery intoned. "Not like good old southern food."
Canada said softly. "Please, Montgomery..."
Montgomery nodded. "Sure, sure. It's go."
America and Montgomery were standing outside, they left the other Nations about an hour before, though England did give them a glare and warn them not to fight. America and Montgomery laughed it off, making the island Nation flush in predictable anger.
France laughed, which caused England to go on a long rant at France.
America grinned. "Canadia, you sure you don't wanna come with us?"
Canada shook his head, smiling. He said softly. "That's alright, America. You and Montgomery get going."
America and Montgomery leaned against the wall, not saying anything, watching their people walk past them. Monty smiled when she heard a southern twang from someone that was from Georgia and America smiled at the New Jersey tone he heard. They both loved their people.
America swallowed. "Monty, I'm sorry about before."
Montgomery closed her eyes, ignoring her stubborn pride. "Me too. Didn't me 'or it to get like that." It was quiet for a moment and then Monty defenses dropped reminding her on how much has changed in the past 100 years. "Will it...will it always be like this, Alfred?"
America glanced at her. "I don't know."
She took that as an answer and nodded. "Al'right."
America and Montgomery knew that things would not go back to the way they were a century ago.
Le Sud Amerique: Southern America. (Not meant to be confused with South America as in outside of the U.S).
