Sealed Away (Adopted From xXgabystarXx)

2(Orginal Version)

(Orginal chapter 2 written by xXgabystarXx)

Matthew had grown up some, and heard that The 13 Colonies had started a 'revolution'. He wasn't so keen on it, but it was becoming a big thing.

"Mr.Francis, if there's more people like us, then how come I haven't seen the thirteen colonies?" He was obviously curious on why there wasn't one for the place below him.

"I actually do not know. Although I have talked to Britain, he hasn't heard anything of a representative for the colony below you." Francis replied. He was busy cooking dinner for the two of them.

"Peculiar, isnt it?" Canada said and began to set out the plates. He was right though, it was indeed quite peculiar.

Prussia, who New France had seen around a lot, was helping out the colony who wished to rebel. But he had said they were no longer calling themselves a colony, but instead 'The United States of America', and claiming that Britain was 'fulla evil lobster back limey bastards'. New France often thought Prussia was a bit crazy.

The 13 rebelling so much they changed their name and calling their motherland a bastard? If there was a representative, it would be a bit amusing to see them scream that at the top of their lungs.

Although the thought was bit funny, New France felt a bit sad. His younger brother must surely be dead by now. It had been a century since he found out he himself was a representative. He would never forget the small amount of memories he had with him.

Alfred was having a bad dream. People rebelling, fights, people getting dunked with a thick black substance and getting covered in feathers, but it wasn't the worse. Everyone was arguing, and it hurt his frail body all over. For a while now, his body had been in much pain. Each wave worse than the last. He had been quietly crying, holding onto his stuffed bunny. All he wanted, was to hug his mother, even though it had been a century, and she was long dead.

So, here he was, in a death like sleep, buried a few feet below the ground. When people thought your mother had killed you and sealed you in a box, it was the worse, especially when they decided to try to bury the box, before winter fully kicks in.

Winter of 1609....What a horrible time to be alive. If anyone from that time were still infact alive, they'd agree you for sure. Deathly cold, no food, no warmth, everyone getting closer to insanity, a truly desperate time. Especially when it carried over to January of 1610, that's when everyone really lost it.

Back then, you could trust no one, not even yourself to keep your sanity.