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

Chapter 11: The Capture of a Personification

Thought's = '_'

Talking = "_"

Native American = {_}

P.O.V Confederacy/South

"AMBUSH!!!!!"

The shout rang out as Tribe people came at us from the sides while we were engaging a British patrol. It was even numbers mostly about 20 on each side, but the fight tilted into British favor as their Native American allies showed up. Everything went to chaos from there, Náhookos and I tried to hold our troops, but over the gun fire and shouts none of our orders to hold were heard.

"FALL BACK!!!" I screamed the order was carried over by others that were just close enough to hear. We started falling back, some giving cover fire as we shuffled backwards. Lingering shots rang out every once in a while, luckily none of them were close enough to actually hit us by then. "Alfred? Alfred?!" I couldn't find him anywhere, "Corporal! Have you seen Colonel Jones anywhere?" "No, Sir! I haven't seen him since we fell back," he responded, "Ok. Alright soldiers! Let's head back to camp," I announced. I looked back, worried and scared but not for myself, 'Please be alright, Náhookos. I'll come back for you soon! Be safe till then.'

P.O.V America/North

"Ugghhh.." 'My head....feels......LIKE SHIT........Oow,' I flinched as I lightly touched my head, they came back sticky and red, 'Shit.' "WHY ISN'T THE PRISONER TIED UP?!?!" It felt like they just yelled in my ear! 'Asshole!!!!' I held my hands over my ears. "As soon as head is better we ask if he could stay," a voice spoke, a Tribal warrior, I could tell that accent anywhere.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WILL ASK IF HIM IF HE CAN STAY HERE!!!" the British officer shouted. "We don't want to give disrespect to him," the soft but strong voice replied, 'I know that kind of accent from somewhere! Think, think what tribe is it?!'

"SO?!?!?! WHAT MAKES HIM SO SPECIAL?!?!" the British officer was starting to turn red in the face, it was a funny color on him. It would be even funnier if he would shut his mouth.

So I said just that, {Tell him to shut his piece of horse shit mouth} albeit in a different language. Some of the tribe warriors chuckled, while others tried to remain stoic. {Náhookos! I'm glad you are alright. My name is Tsio:kwaris} he went into a polite bow of addressing someone they thought higher than them. I was still annoyed at the officer but I could tell Tsio:kwaris was trying his best. I shifted my attention to him, {It's nice to meet you Tsio:kwaris, but I guess you already know who I am.} I said letting out a small chuckle now that my head didn't hurt that much. Tsio:kwaris flushed in embarrassment, {Of course we know who you are! Kanien'kehá:ka always tells stories about you and Shádi'ááh!}

'I remember now!!' my eyes lit up with excitement, {Tell me, how is Kanien'kehá:ka doing these days! Along with the rest of the Iroquois personifications!} Tsio:kwaris looked like a kid that just walked into a candy shop. He began explaining in rapid Mohawk, Náhookos nodded along and added in his own voice every once in a while. The rest of the Mohawks had gathered around to listen in, all of them unaware of the British officers growing anger.