The American Plan (What do you mean there's no plan?!?!?!) An Hetalia Fanfiction

Chapter 35: Burning Down(Part 1)

Thought's = '_'

Talking = "_"

Native American = {_}

An Action(Ex. Letting out a sigh) = *_*

Projecting thought to another = ''_''

P.O.V America/North

(August 23, 1814. 1 days before the burning of Washington)

I have been hanging out with Canada these past four days getting to know him. I of course knew right away that my look alike was a personification even though he hasn't said anything about it. But I couldn't help but think something bad was going to happen, Matthew was acting like he was hiding something and Shádi'ááh kept glaring at him for some reason. I know he never really liked the personifications but this was going a little too far, it also didn't help that England was in the White House often looking around like he was planning something. The way he kept giving Oliver side looks didn't help either. I really just wish he would leave soon.

(P.O.V switch, Canada)

I was walking through the streets of the District of Columbia, Alfred walking beside me chatting over random stuff. I tried to pay attention to my counterpart, I really was interested in what he was saying but other things were on my mind. Like how I could tell he was keeping something from me, 'You're keeping something from him to, you don't have the right to know everything.' My brain supplied, I looked down at the ground thinking about the invasion that would arrive soon. I looked back up, Alfred was still rattling on excitedly as we continued walking back to the White House, 'I should tell him... but what would he think? He would probably think I was spying on him! And there's something different about him that I can't put my finger on...'

"You okay, Matthew?" I quickly looked up to see Alfred looking at me concerned, "Yes I'm fine. Just thinking about something." I answered as quickly as I could without sounding too suspicious. He looked at me for a little bit before shrugging it off and continued walking in the direction of the White House, I followed him swiftly. 'That was close!'

(P.O.V. Change, England)

While I've been at the White House for these past bloody awful days I've watched the boy work around and the more I've watched him, the more my suspicions were confirmed. Now sure I wasn't 100% sure that he was the personification of the colonies but you can never be too sure. I need to tell Canada about my suspicions and then we'll find out soon enough as I felt my forces draw closer.

(Time Skip, August 24, 1814)

My forces were in the city now, Dolley Madison had somehow escaped the White House with that blasted George Washington painting! But, no worries! Canada was now standing by my side looking at the White House where British forces were pouring out as the first match was lit. The White House quickly went up in flames, cheers erupted from the British forces, we didn't know how quickly it would spread though. The Library of Congress was swept up in flames soon enough to, the paper burning easily. I could see people running around trying to put the fires out but it was not enough, my forces quickly spread out to burn other important buildings.