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

Chapter 9: Liberty's Kids and the Personification of the South(Part 1)

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P.O.V Confederacy/South

I was taken to Philadelphia as a prisoner. I walked with my head down and my hands chained behind my back, slowly unlocking them with a pick from my bracelet that Náhookos had gifted me. I was out on patrol with some men when they ambushed us, there were too many to take on without giving myself up.

I looked out of the corner of my eye waiting and watching, I unlocked them but kept them on waiting for the perfect time. 'Right.........NOW' I took them off and ran. I was about to turn and change forms when I was shot twice. I hit the wall bleeding from my shoulder and leg, I limped forwards as fast as I could as they tried to heal, I couldn't transform with the bullets still in my body.

I remembered when we first met Ben Franklin he said that he had a printing press here in Philadelphia, he was still in France but he said that if we were ever in trouble just go there. I let loose on my spirit focusing on where the printing press was located, I quickly turned to the right, the newly healed skin on my leg straining and the bullet still in me shifted tearing muscle. My breath was labored as I got up to the door and knocked leaning on the frame, I knocked again as the door opened and fell in.

"I need help, please!" I pleaded.

"Who are you and what are you doing here," a boy asked harshly.

"Benjamin Franklin said to come here if I was ever in trouble, and I'm in trouble," I said collapsing fully. I heard yelling outside as the redcoats neared, another boy that I didn't realize was there grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me in. "Come on help me out! He's an American soldier!" the blond boy said, "That's a reason we should turn him in," a girl said. 

"Sarah, it's even more of a reason to help him!" the blond boy stated, Sarah gave a huff crossing her arms.

"What's going out there?" a voice questioned, a black man and a boy walked out of a back room. "Ah, a soldier!" a french boy said running up to me, shouts were heard from the redcoats outside. Everyone's eyes widened, "Hurry! James, upstairs in the attic!" the black man said," the blond boy or James nodded and tried to get me to stand up. I was able to stand up but not without the bullet in my arm and leg tearing more muscle, I tried to suppress a wince.

He led me up stairs into a side room and hid me behind some boxes, "Ok Mister, stay right there!" he took off closing the door behind him. I stayed there and waited, soon pounding of feet on steps sounded and I ducked down lower. "Search that room there, and you search this room, I'll search this one," a voice barked out, 'Please be one soldier, please be one soldier,' I begged. A soldier came through the door, giving a sweeping look over the room first, then he started searching through and behind boxes.

He was almost to my hiding spot when a small crash sounded, he looked behind him and I took my chance. I released my spirit wrapping it around his life force as he turned back around, I looked him in the eye, "You searched the entire room," I said, "I searched the entire room," he repeated back. "You didn't find anything, and you didn't see me here." "I didn't find anything, and I didn't see you here." "Now go."

"Did you find anything?" a soldier asked, I ducked back down behind the boxes, he snapped out of his trance and shook his head, "No, I didn't," he replied. "Ok let's move on to the next house," the officer said, the sound of feet on stairs as they left gave me a sense of relief. I waited for the nice people to come and get me, just in case the redcoats never left. I tensed up as footsteps came up the stairs, "Mister? The coast is clear!" I let out a sigh as I started getting up. He came over and helped me up and led me down the stairs to the printing room. I gave a hesitant smile to the small gathering of people there.

I tried to stand as tall as I could, "I thank you for helping me," I said my southern accent bleeding in making the words seem rougher than I made them to be. "My name is Colonel Jayson C. Smith of the Continental Army, I am at your service," I declared, giving them a small bow. The black man spoke up, "My name is Moses, this here is James, Henri, and Sarah." "Ah, a pleasure to meet you all, and again thank you for helping me." I stated, "It was the least we could do to help a soldier like you," James remarked. I let out a chuckle, "If it wouldn't be too much to ask, could I stay here as it seems I'm not getting out of here anytime soon?" I asked. "Sure you can! I'll go fix a bed for you right away," Moses said, I nodded my thanks to him.

James walked up to me, "I'm a journalist and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions?" I nodded, "I can answer some questions, but don't expect all of them to be answered." He nodded determinedly, "How were you captured?" he asked, grabbing a notebook, "I was out on patrol with a couple others when we were ambushed. I managed to lead the redcoats away from the rest of my patrol, but I was unfortunately captured." "Monsieur, how do you know doctor Franklin?" Henri questioned, "Well I met him at the Continental Congress, and he said that if I was ever in trouble to head here," I explained.

James opened his mouth to ask another question when Sarah butted in, "Why can't you leave the man alone? He's clearly tired." "It's fine Ma'am. They are young and therefore naturally curious, I know I was!" James and Henri laughed while I gave a chuckle, by that time Moses walked in.

"Mr. Smith your bed is ready," he announced, "Thank you again!" I said. "Please it was no problem," he declared, "Alright everyone time for bed," He said as he turned to the kids. The boys groaned at having to go to bed, "Come on up, up!" he turned to me, "If you need anything I'm right upstairs." I gave a nod of confirmation, he nodded back and went upstairs. I limped towards the room he had set up for me and sat down on the bed letting out a deep sigh. I slipped my bracelet off and took out the small blade, I took my shirt off the cut into my shoulder where the bullet was located. I was able to get it out easily enough, I put my shirt back on as the incision healed, I moved on to my leg.

I was able to get the bullet out easily and pulled my pants leg down when I heard a small sound. I got up slowly and pressed my body against the side of the door, I listened and as the shadow passed the door I struck. I opened the door and put the small blade to their neck, they gasped as the cold metal met skin. "Sarah?" I asked, she nodded and I let out a sigh, "I could have killed you! You need to be more careful." I pulled the blade away from her neck and walked back to my makeshift room, she followed me. I slid the small knife back inside the bracelet, and put it back on, Sarah looked at it. "That's a nice bracelet, where did you get it from?" she asked, "I didn't, someone made it for me," I said a small smile came to my face. "They must be really special," she said, "Yes, he really is," I uttered softly. Sarah nodded, "I better go upstairs and go to sleep," I nodded in agreement as she got up and closed the door behind her. I blew out the light and cradled the bracelet close to my chest, I fell asleep soon after.

Author's Note:

I'm going to make this story into two parts, as this chapter got too long. I hope you enjoyed! Till next time!! Peace!

-Luna