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

Chapter 44: Of Immortal Personifications

Thought's = '_'

Talking = "_"

Native American = {_}

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

Projecting thought to another = ''_''

P.O.V America/North

(July 25, 1898)

"And then he greeted Death as an old friend...."

"Not again..."

I growled out as I opened my eyes to a dark room, the last I remembered was a sharp pain in my skull as what was most likely a bullet pierced it. "I didn't expect you to be visiting so early?" a voice echoed in the dark from behind me. I couldn't help the grin that stretched my face, "Death, my old friend." I echoed back, turning around. The entity in front of me had taken the form of a male body with black hair and sunken pale skin, chains wrapped around his wrists and feet which led off into the blackness keeping him tethered to this plane.

"So what happened?" Death asked. Tapping my forehead in emphasis I answered, "In a war with the Spanish. Bullet right in the head." Death gave a slight hum in acknowledgement, the pain in my forehead was dulling as the skin stitched itself back together again, I would wake up soon. Death could sense that I was getting ready to wake up too as he offered a slight smile, "Next time you visit try and bring that pizza like last time. It was delicious." "Will do," I promised as my vision went fuzzy and I woke up.

(P.O.V. change, Ralph Andrew Young)

Bullets and explosions sounded around me as we tried to push the spanish back so they couldn't destroy the railroad lines around the area of Guánica, Puerto Rico. "Keep pushing them back!" a strong voice rang out in the air. That voice belonged to Major Jones who stood like a beacon, blond hair glowing gold in the sunlight and blue eyes rimmed with glasses glaring at the spanish soldiers that still tried to push forward. The rest of the soldiers seemed to teem with renewed strength and confidence as they started to push the spanish soldiers back fiercely.

It happened so fast. One moment Major Jones was standing tall and proud, the next he was on the ground. I bolted over to where he had fallen, dropping down and examining him showed a bullet had struck clean through the forehead. Glazed over eyes stared unseeingly back at me. "Major Jones?" I knew it was useless but I couldn't help but try to wake him. Still sorrow and rage waved through me at my inability to wake him up. I knew better then to form connections to mortals, but Major Jones was one of those people that others flocked to.

I was so caught up in emotions that I didn't even realize glazed over eyes filled again with life until a ragged cough brought me out of it. The once dead Major Jones shot up letting out more coughs, "....Major Jones?" I asked hesitantly. Blue eyes shot over to me in surprise, "Oh shit.." he said in a low enough voice that I was 90% sure I wasn't supposed to hear it. I opened my mouth to say something else but he quickly cut me off, "Let's talk after the battle." he announced in a stern enough voice that closed any room for argument. He leapt up, not waiting for a response and jumped right back into the fight. I decided it was wise to do the same.