Desolation Separation

Chapter 3: Casualtea

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Content warning for vomit in this chapter! I'll include a warning before and after the part where vomit is mentioned.

Chapter 3: Casualtea

The days preceding the international meeting went by quickly. North Carolina wrote outlines for himself about what he would say, as well as informing his citizens about the future of North Carolinian elections. He spent the days and the nights on his work for his newfound country. The congressmen were also hard at work, setting up new internal trade systems that didn't rely on America to function. It was hard and never ending it seemed- but North had hope.

The international conference is simple- its a large conference held by the spirits of countries to discuss trade and relationships with one another. It was the best way for nations to converse, as the spirits represent the common man within their communities. Instead of having a president who would make the decisions- which can easily not represent the country itself, you can have the literal country discuss its future.

This was the first time North Carolina, California, and Texas were going. As well, it would be the first time they would see America after their rebellion. North Carolina was beyond nervous- he was fearful for his life. What would they think? Does he need to bring a gun? He didn't know.

North Carolina snapped back into reality after getting lost in his worries. He stood in the foyer of the capital building, snapped back to reality by Thomas Dew, the Speaker for the House of Representatives who put a hand on his shoulder. North tilted his head upwards to make eye contact with the man, noticing his reassuring gaze.

"You'll be fine, I believe in you. It would be a lie to say that it'll go smoothly, but none of the other countries could dare put a finger on you. They know it would make everything worse." Dew said calmly. Although Thomas Dew was far younger than North Carolina, he still felt like the man was a father to him. More of a father than the literal father country he was once apart of. At least North wasn't biologically related to America- nor had any type of legitimate relationship with that bastard.

Within moments North Carolina was sitting in a taxi heading to the nearest airport, which was luckily only thirty minutes away. The benefits of living in a city.

North was going to be flying alone to Cairo, Egypt, where the meeting was held. Then he would meet up with California and Texas moments before the conference began, to precede over the small ceremony held beforehand outside of the hall.

Worry sprouted again in his mind on the way to the airport. The new country found himself fiddling with his fingers again, sneaking glances at the driver ahead of him. He felt queasy. Suddenly the driver spoke up in a gravely voice.

"You a little nervous, huh?" He spoke in a Ocracoke dialect, free from any strict social manner demanding him to be prim.

North Carolina found himself to be comfortable hearing another person with his own dialect. "I just worried about the dingbatters over the 'orizon." North spoke freely, founding himself free from the constant social expectations of him to speak northern-like, like the many foreigners who moved to the old state during the 2000s, escaping economic hardship of New York and the West Coast.

The man tsk'd. "No need to feel quamished "bout it." He looked over his shoulder and winked at The Tar Heel. "You'll be fine. You represent all o' us, and all o' us rootin' for ya. No need to feel worried and quamished when all ya people support ya. If you represent us, you should represent our confidence as well."