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

Chapter 43: The U.S.S Maine and War

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P.O.V America/North

(February 15, 1898)

Tensions between Spain and the US have been rising, especially as yellow journalism twisted and over exaggerated a lot of the things happening in Spanish controlled Cuba. So now I sat at home, most of the states were at home for the moment before they went back to their separate houses in their state, excluding a few like New York, Delaware, Pennsylvania, and D.C. who were out working. Little Utah was running around chasing her big brother and sister Idaho and Wyoming, Maine was lounging on the couch next to me and other states were scattered around the living room or up in their own rooms.

Maine let out a pained shout, shooting up and clutching his arm. "Owen?!" I asked panicked, "What's wrong?!" He let out a pained hiss, "T-the U.S.S Maine j-just exploded." The U.S.S Maine stationed off of Cuba, a lot of ships that share the names of states or state cities and towns were able to share just a little bit of the states healing power. In turn there would always be a little bit of pain if the ship ever sank or sustained a good amount of damage.

"Are you ok?" I asked getting up and walking over to him. "Yea, just a little sore," he responded simply, rubbing at his arm. Sure enough after checking his arm over for damage a bruise was starting to form. "How many?" I questioned, "About 260." Maine answered back. "I'll talk to the president tomorrow about it."

(Time Skip. P.O.V change, ???)

(April 21, 1898)

CONGRESS HAS DECLARED WAR ON SPAIN!

I sighed, throwing the newspaper down on the table, people buzzed around me in the small cafe as they ordered their coffee and left. I grabbed my own coffee from the table taking a drink which I almost spit out as the now cold liquid touched my lips. Giving a grimace I went back to reading the paper, I knew war would break out soon enough I was just hoping for more of a break so nobody would get suspicious of my immortality. I only knew of three others like me, all of which were meeting up with me today, the chiming of the bell being hit from an opening door made me look up. Three people walked in, 'Speak of the devils..' They quickly ordered their coffee and made their way over to me, each one of them had served in a military branch and that's how we had met.

Fraser Jaden Phillips served in the Navy, headstrong and always read to throw a good party. Reginald Barrie Jenkins and Daxton Troy Price are actually the females of the group, Ren and Denica, they both had disguised themselves as men so they could join the military. Ren was a Marine thru n' thru, she wouldn't take crap from anyone and god forbid if you got on her bad side. Denica stuck to the Coastguard, she was smart and resourceful but ready to throw hands if she needed to. "What's up, Ralph!" Ren called sauntering over, "Nothin' much, Reginald." I drawled back. Fraser slumped into the chair next to me while Ren and Denica sat down in a much more dignified manner.

"You hear about Congress declaring war?" Fraser asked, I slid the paper forward as a simple enough answer. "If you asked me, Spain had it coming." Ren said sharply, "What blowing up the U.S.S Maine and everything!" "We don't know for sure if they blew it up or not, Reginald." Denica remarked, rolling her eyes, "It could have very well been the Cuban rebels trying to get us to join the war against the Spanish by blaming them." Ren just grumbled at her, taking the coffee that had just recently been sat down and downing the hot liquid.

"Might as well enjoy this while it lasts," I mentioned, leaning back in my seat. With that said a more light hearted chatter overtook us and soon enough we were going our separate ways, we wouldn't be surprised if we saw each other in the war. Walking through the streets of D.C. people slid past me, we always had that ability to go generally unnoticed by people. Looking at the buildings it was a miracle they were able to rebuild it, I still remembered the day D.C. burnt to the ground at the hands of the red coats. Lost in thought I didn't see the person walking at me till it was too late.

The person slammed into me and only my military training was able to keep me from falling flat on my ass from the surprising force. Looking down I noticed the person who ran into me didn't have the same recovery skills I did. A brown hair male sat on the ground looking disoriented with papers strewn around him. "Oh shit! I'm sorry!" I quickly apologized, that seemed to shake him out of his stupor, "It's fine." he said simply grabbing at the papers that he had dropped. I helped grab some of them too as he stood up and dusted himself off. I handed them back to him but I couldn't help but look in concern at the scars covering the right side of his face and unfocused right eye.

His blue eyes narrowed slightly at me as if sensing my thought process. He still grabbed the papers from my outstretched hands, "Thank you for your help, I best be on my way now." He quickly swept past me and disappeared into the crowd, I couldn't help but feel something was different about him. Like me and the others.... No, I'm probably just overthinking it.

Author's Note:

Sorry this chapter took so long! I wonder who these new characters are? I'll never tell!!! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and till next time! Peace!

-Luna