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

Chapter 16: This is Your Fault!!!

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P.O.V Confederacy/South

December 14, 1799

We've been staying at Mount Vernon ever since Dad got sick, it's been hard on Náhookos the most. Most of the states stayed at the house, but a few of the younger states came with us. The black family is now free and lives next to us and they will take care of them for us.

But, Delaware is now physically 12 years old. Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Georgia, and Connecticut are 11½. Massachusetts, Maryland, South Carolina, New Hampshire, Virginia, and New York are 10. North Carolina is 9. Rhode Island, Vermont, and Kentucky are 7, and Tennessee is 5.

Rhode Island, Vermont, Kentucky, and Tennessee came with us since Náhookos deemed them too young to stay with the older states. They were happy to come along with us though and see their grandparents.

"I don't like that you're using leeches!"

"It's the best treatment! They'll get the bad blood out!" the doctor exclaimed.

"Leeches don't care what kind of blood they drink! They'll drink not just the bad but the good! You're draining him!" Náhookos argued back. The doctor looked panicked not knowing what to do, "Mr. Washington gave us his permission to do it!" The doctor tried to reassure. Náhookos let out a huff and stormed away to Dad's room. He wasn't accepting it but I knew he could feel it too, the life force that was draining out of dad and back into the Earth. We both knew he wouldn't last much longer, that even the states here could feel it to a degree.

It was about 11 that night when he died, we felt as the Earth soaked up the last of his life force and his spirit passed on. There was no reason for it to latch on to his remains or something else, he had no unfinished business here. The next few weeks were muted and everything was coated in grief before anything started to recover.

January 18, 1800

Náhookos and I decided just this once to go out drinking for the night, while the Abara family (The black family they bought and freed) took care of the states. Everything was fuzzy as we walked out and tried to get back to the house. We stumbled and laughed when one of us would go face first into the dirt, the other one following soon after due to leaning on each other for support. I let out a sigh and looked up at the sky, it was beautiful, thousands of lights in the sky, dancing without a care in the world. Another bump against my side brought me back to reality.

I looked over, my breath catching in my throat. He was beautiful. The moon shone on his face casting it in a white light and stars were dancing in his eyes. His tongue darted out wetting his lips a silver shine coming to them, they looked good enough to taste. I leaned in, 'Just one little taste never hurt anybody,' I thought as I captured them.