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

Chapter 13: The Starting of a New Nation.........And State?!

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P.O.V America/North

December 7, 1787

Afternoon

The amount of screaming between the delegates would be impressive, if it wasn't getting on my nerves. I had lost track of what they were even talking about by now, 'Why am I even here, again? Oh yea! It's because Shádi'ááh decided he would start working on the house instead of going to the meeting!'

During the war while we were fighting, British soldiers had come and burnt our original house down. We were smart enough to hide everything of value, mostly our money, in a cave that only we would have been able to get through. We decided to move to a different location away from most of the population, and rebuild there, we have most of the house built already but there's still the second floor.

I looked out over the delegates, 'Hmmm, looks like Jefferson and Hamilton are at each other's throats again.' Washington looked like he was about to pop a vein, {I swear if Shádi'ááh isn't here two days from now, I will drag him here myself!} I grumbled.

I fell asleep sometime through the proceedings, when I woke up the delegates of Delaware were speaking. "We will become the first state to ratify the new U.S Constitution and join the Union!" The sound of clapping quickly washed through the room, Richard Bassett, Gunning Bedford Jr., Jacob Broom, John Dickinson, and George Read all stood taller. I smiled, 'This is it!! The start of our nation!'

Soon everyone was released to go back to their rooms for the night. As I made my way to mine I stumbled a little bit, it wasn't anything major but Martha Washington wasn't having any of it. "Are you ok, Alfred?" she questioned fretting over me, I blushed, "I'm fine Mom!" Yes, I called her mom, I call George dad too. They are both like the parents I never had.

"Are you sure, young man?" she asked in a no nonsense tone, putting her hands on her hips, "I'm just a little tired is all, Mom. Nothing some sleep can't fix!" I nodded. She gave me a once over making sure I wasn't lying to her. Finally she deemed I was fine enough to be able to leave her sight, "Ok, but I'll be over in the morning to make sure you're not lying to me, Mister!" I let out a little chuckle, "I wouldn't expect anything less!" She smiled, "Now go on! Go! We don't want you falling asleep on your feet!" she started pushing me to my room. "Ok! Ok! I'm going!" we arrived at my room, "Goodnight, Alfred!" "Goodnight, Mom!"

I changed out of my day clothes and sunk into my bed, sleep welcomed me almost immediately. It didn't feel like it lasted long though, pain ripped through me my mouth opened wide in a scream but nothing came out. What probably felt like hours to me but in reality only minutes it stopped, I had accidentally tore my shirt off in the pain, and what felt like blood dripping around me started to dry.

Something squirmed against my side, it registered somewhat in my pain and sleep riddled mind, but no warning bells went off. Instincts told me to pull it closer, keep it warm, make sure it survives, so with the last of my strength I pulled it closer to me and wrapped my body around it. Sleep started pulling me back in, but not before I felt a tiny hand wrap around one of my fingers.