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The American Civil War

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The American Civil War.
Someplace in the Union.

Massachusetts groaned. "We don't need help!" He complained. "Your just showing off your connections."

Maine who normally remained quiet spoke up. "I think we should. We could use some help," He whispered.

California shook her head. "I'm with old Mass. on this one. We're strong enough to do this on our own. York give it up."

New Jersey spoke up. The usual flame in his eyes was there. "She's right! We're getting the help."

Massachusetts turned to him. "Quick to defend your little girlfriend uh?"

New Jersey snapped. "I actually know loyalty."

The other states of the Union stood back and watched. None made a sound.

New York stood up and slapped her fists on the table. "THATS IT!" She yelled. "We're getting the help whether you like it or not. I have specific orders from Dad's boss. We're going to do this whether you all like it or not. I could care less. Mass. come on. One of them you need to make amends with."

Everyone began mumbling their opinion. New York dragged Massachusetts away from the meeting to God knows where.
...
Some where in the Confederacy

Florida laughed along with South Carolina. They were winning and the Union was struggling.

Texas glared at them. "This war isn't over yet you two," She said. "Ya'll need to still be ready."

Georgia turned away from Alabama to Texas. "Let them have their fun," She said. Her Southern accent was thick. "This war is as good as over."

North Carolina spoke up. "Our states are getting destroyed."

Mississippi cut in. "That's the price of war."

North Carolina nodded his head. 'He does have a point,' North Carolina thought.
...

"Not this guy he's creep- Hello Russia!" Massachusetts smiled at the larger country.

"Russia hello. We need to do a little business with you. May we come in?" New York asked.

"Of course. I love seeing the little Americans come." Russia smiled.

New York and Massachusetts stepped inside and sat down on the sofa.

"How may Russia be of service. Is America becoming one with Mother Russia?"

Massachusetts froze. New York laughed. "No. Not that we wouldn't love to, but our country needs your great country's help. See we're in a bit of a Civil war with our Southern relatives. Now those rednecks are too stubborn to give up, so we need some help."

Russia nodded his head. "I will help. Russia would be glad to help straighten out the South."

New York smiled and shook Russia's hand. "Thank you sir. You're helping a great cause. Consider yourself friends of America."

They left Russia's house soon after.

"Isn't that something America should say?" Massachusetts asked.

"Right now we're better off with me saying this." New York said.
...

"SO now the pedophile?" Massachusetts complained. This was becoming hell for him.

"Shut up! We need the allies." New York hissed as she rang the doorbell.

France opened the door wide. "Oh hello there America's little followers. How may I help you?" He asked. "Wait let me guess! Couple advice?"

Massachusetts began to barf. New York as frozen. "N-No something completely different."

"Well than step inside," France said.

Four chairs surrounded a small table. New York and Massachusetts made it so they sat as far as possible from each other (much to France's amusement).

"Now what is it cherie?" France asked looking at New York.

"The South is rebelling against us. We could use the help of your country. I know we're always coming to you, but your very trusted and welcomed in America. And you helped us gain independence. So who else is perfect for this?"

Frnace thought for a moment. "Bringing back the mentioning of your Revolutionary War I remember you in that uniform for the war," France said with a smile. (This caused New York to blush and Massachusetts get ready to kick France's balls) "So I'll help. Now off you go children."

They headed down the street without a word.

"God I hate that guy," Massachusetts muttered.

New York laughed. "Mass. your so predictable."
...

"Where do now she-devil?" Massachusetts asked.

New York smiled at the ground. "You'll see."

They stopped outside a grand home. All types of flowers clung to the house and the smell of bad cooking filled the air.

"No-no-no-no," He started complaining. Leave it to New York to bring you to hell.

England stood in the doorway. He smiled at New York. "I was expecting you," He smiled. "America's boss told me you were making the rounds. Come on inside."

New York nodded her head and stepped inside. She sat in the chair next to England's favorite one. Massachusetts followed slowly behind.

England-as assumed-sat in his favorite chair. As soon as he sat down he saw Massachusetts and jumped up. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS FREAK DOING HERE!" England yelled.

New York gave a weak smile. "He's helping me make the rounds and he's got something he needs to tell you," She said. New York glared over at Massachusetts.

"Sorry for dumping your precious tea into the harbah and all that other crap." He muttered.

England nodded his head. He sat back down and faced New York with a smile. "Now York I'm guessing you want my alliance?"

New York laughed. "I guess you could say that," She smiled. "So could you?"

England thought for half a second. "One condition," He said. "France is already getting Italy to help you so no need to worry about him. I'd like to see my broth-America please."

New York nodded her head. That was owed to the guy that took care of him. "Fair deal."

Massachusetts muttered something that shouldn't be repeated.
...
Back in America
America's hospital room

New York lead England to the room. "He's in here," She whispered.

England nodded his head and went inside. He saw other states standing talking to America in hushed voices. They saw him and hurried out.

England walked over to America's bed. He looked worse than he imagined. America lifted his head up and smiled at the older country. The childish gleam in his eyes remained, though it was dimmer.

"Hey dude," America greeted England. "Here to help the cause?"

England laughed. "Hello America," He returned the greeting. "I guess you could say that. First, I wanted to see the damage."

"It's hard when your split up into two," America commented. "You can't really pick favorites."

"Well considering that most of your states, children, siblings, whatever the hell you call them hate me I have no regrets."

America laughed. "Dude they don't all hate you," He smiled. "Just like seventy percent of them."

England rolled his eyes. "Of course. Now I must be on my way. There is a war that's killing you."

England began walking away. He heard America's snores. He turned around and kissed the other mans forehead. Shock rose in his eyes when he saw America smile.
...

Guns fired all through the country. It was getting insane. New Jersey fell side ways as an explosion happened beside him.

"For the love of god!" He hissed. "Are they trying to kill me?"

Rhode Island appeared beside him. "Well you think that since it's a war that's the point," He scoffed.

"BATTLE LINE!" New York called from somewhere. "They're getting in the same formation."

She spoke the words in Russian, French and Italian so the other armies understood.

The eleven Confederate states looked in the eyes of the twenty four Union states. Guns were pointed at each other.

"Hold fire," New York muttered.

South Carolina took the front for the Confederacy. Mississippi and Florida flanked her side.

"What the hell do you guys want from us?" She asked.

This time it was Vermont who spoke. "Just come back. Take away slavery from your states. Everything else we can work out later. Join the Union once again. Nothing will hurt you."

Texas readied her gun. "What if we don't?"

"Than we'll shoot," Iowa said. "We have the bigger army. Your losing."

South Carolina sighed. "Drop your guns," She whispered.

A shock rose from the Confederacy. "You want us to do what!" Alabama shrieked. "B-but all the training. All the people that died."

"My peaches," Georgia muttered.

"The orange groves?" Florida asked.

Virginia was the first to drop his gun. "It's an order. We lost," With that he stepped over to the Union.

North Carolina, Louisiana, Mississippi and others soon followed. Only South Carolina, Florida, Texas, Alabama and Georgia stayed on the Confederate side.

Texs shot her gun in the air. "Screw this I'm fighting!" She shot a bullet at Kansas. It hit him in the leg.

A bullet took down Texas. No one knows who shot it. After that Alabama, Georgia and Florida scrambled over to the Union.

South Carolina dragged Texas to the Union. "Your an ass you know that?" She said to her sister who was putting up a fit. "This could've been peaceful."

Massachusetts turned to the other countries. "Wars over go home," He commanded.

America walked onto the battle field looking as good as ever. His glasses were bent though. "Hey dudes," He smiled. "The total epic hero has arrived!"

England muttered "Git," And left.

The other countries and states followed till it was only America standing in a field of dead grass and blood.

"Great now I feel Russian," He complained.
The Civil War with Hetalia in it.

A small amount of USUK or UKUS for ya'll;)

I don't own Hetalia Russia America England or France

I do own the story Mass. New York California Florida and all the other states mentioned.
© 2011 - 2024 inkstaineddove
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Texas: fuck... I could have won by myself!

Texas shut up.

Texas: I COULD BE MY OWN COUNTRY LIKE BEFORE!

Texas shut it.