Nightmares

The Prologue (If you can call it that)

BANG!

Several shots rang off in the distance. The sky was cloudy and the air had a misty hue to it. The smell of gun-powder was prominent everywhere- there was no escaping its sulphur stench. For many weeks, this area had been alive with the sounds and sights of war. Blood and bodies littered the ground, both from opposing sides. Canons fired as rapidly as they physically could. Men were constantly being transported off of the battle field due to various life-threatening injuries.

A civil war had been raging for many months. It broke out due to a violent disagreement between America's states. Confederate, a more sinister side of America, had convinced South Carolina, North Carolina, Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Kentucky, Louisiana, Texas, Arkansas, Virginia and Tennessee to seperate from America and join him, instead.

"Vermont!" New York cried from somewhere in the thick of battle. "I need help! Confederate and Florida have me cornered! I can't get away!"

America looked up from where he was shooting behind a boulder. He could hear all of his current states' voices in his head, seeing as they were a part of him. Though, he could never tell where exactly they were if they were in their physical bodies. The country felt worry shoot through him for New York.

"Don't worry! I've got'cha!" Vermont responded almost instantly. A gunshot erupted to the west of America, which was quickly followed by a pained scream.

"Florida!" America heard one of Confederate's states yell. He couldn't tell exactly who it was through the noises of war. Shortly after, another prevalent shot rang. He ran out from his primary attacking position, sprinting to his left. He needed to figure out what was going on, especially since Confederate was there. Ame ran as fast as he could, trying his best to avoid attacks from the opposing side. His head was filled with chaos from the other states as they fought their old friends. It was difficult to focus on what he was doing in this state, but he perservered anyway. Finally, he ran into the clearing that the commotion has arisen from.

The sight he had stumbled into was gruesome. Vermont was holding a nearly-unconscious New York close to him, his musket aimed at Florida and Alabama. New York had been shot in his left shoulder, which had been hastily wrapped tightly in a tourniquet made from what seemed to be the sleeves of his uniform. The cloth was blood-soaked, but still did its job. Florida had passed out from a shot to his lower-abdomen, his body being blocked by a shaky Alabama. The older state had his gun aimed at Vermont, but looked too scared to actually take the shot.

Confederate was standing calmly to the side of this scene. A menacing smile was plastered on his blood-splotched face. His gray uniform was splattered with the sticky crimson liquid. America knew that it wasn't his own. Not noticing Ame's arrival, Confederate began to shift his musket into a position that had it aimed at Vermont. The state was too distracted with New York and Alabama to realize what was happening.

America felt the world slow around him, if only for a second. Within the blink of an eye, before Fed could even pull the trigger, America had aimed and taken fire without hesitation. The younger country's eyes widened milliseconds before the bullet made contact with his torso. It ripped straight through his blood-stained clothing and shot out his back. All within a second, Confederate had fallen to his knees on the ground.

Realizing what he had just done, Ame ran over to him. Overwhelming guilt began to fill his conscience. Sure, Confederate had done terrible things, but America had never intended to kill him, or any of the states, for the matter. He had wanted to settle this dispute peacefully, but that had instead escalated to violence and bloodshed. But, he still held on to the hope that it could still be settled just as the last two had been. Though, he would kill if he was provoked to. He just felt like absolute shit afterwards.

America reached the other side of the clearing, coming to a sliding stop on his knees. He'd gotten there just in time to catch Confederate as he fell. Blood had already begun to trickle from the other's lips in a steady flow.

"We-ell..." Confederate started, coughing, "...I g-guess you won this one, 'Meri," he laughed, using one of America's many nicknames. "Cya later on. And just so you know, you are still on the wrong side of this argument. Y-You'll come to regr-ret this day," he warned. Just then, the smaller country broke into dust in America's arms as the other stared on with wide eyes, tears pricking at their edges.

"I'm sorry it had to be like this, Fed," Ame murmured guiltily, tears beginning to fall. Then, there was another shot.

BANG!

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Okay, that was the first part of this fanfic. Here, America is not a fan of violence in any way whatsoever. I felt like having him be like that.

I'm aware that the Civil War ended with a treaty, but I felt like doing this because it's more interesting, I guess.

Hope you enjoyed this! I'll try to type out Chapter 1 tomorrow. Bye!