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

Chapter 6: The Trials

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P.O.V Confederacy/South

79 years later

1692

We have been staying in a colony called Salem, they weren't really friendly to the tribes though so we had to adapt. They gave us new names, mine being Jayson, and Náhookos being Alfred, we never got last names though, none of them felt right. When we were alone we would always call each other by our original names. We also grew up more physically, now being around 8 years old, we were getting ready to move on to the next colony when it happened.

"Alfred? Where are you?" I exclaimed wandering around the streets, it's been 2 hours since he hasn't come home to the house we've been staying at for the past 1 ½ years. There was a nice old woman there that let us stay with her, and we helped around the house, she said we reminded her of her children. They had all died or were still living in England, she gave us money even though we tried to refuse. We kept the money hidden in the forest, so if something did happen we would have money to take with us.

"Come on Alfred," I mumbled turning around in the street, I let out a sigh and decided to head back to the house to see if he got back. There were people with pitchforks and torches in the street, but that has now become a common occurrence here ever since the witch trials had started up three months ago.

Náhookos and I always felt bad for the women that would be drowned, crushed, hanged, and even burned. Most of them didn't even have magic, but there were a few that did, they were always doing nothing wrong and most were advanced enough to escape, but there were always those few that couldn't.

I kept walking along to the house and the streets got even more crowded, that's when I noticed they were crowded around the house. Then I heard the call, "THERE HE IS!!! GET HIM!!" I looked to where it was shouted and there was a man pointing at me. Everyone turned to me, I looked around with wide eyes, they started grabbing me and I struggled trying to get out of their grasp. I knew I could with my strength but there was still a chance I could get out of this scots free.

They put chains on me and led me to the jail cells, they threw me in one of the first cells, I hit the wall painfully, my shoulder almost popping out of place. I got up and shook my head. One of the men that runned this prison walked up to my cell. "We got a special occasion for you," he taunted, "What did you expect giving into the temptations of the devil?" he laughed as he walked out of the prison. "Shádi'ááh?" I heard a whisper, my head whipped to the side running to the wall where on the other side I had heard his voice.

"Náhookos!" I exclaimed, "Are you alright?" he let out a small breath, "I'm fine," I leaned back on the wall sliding down to the floor. "What do you think they'll do to us, Shádi'ááh?" he asked in a meek voice, I was about to respond when the townsfolk came barging into the prison. They unlocked Náhookos cell first, dragging him out roughly, anger turned underneath, I ran up to the cell bars and was about to tell them off, but received a sharp slap across the face instead.