[Fanfiction] Dixie Land Prologue
Title: Dixie Land
Author/Artist: Moi!
Rating:T(?)
Warnings: Eventual Violence
Summary: Starting in 1803, America is starting to get bigger faster with the Lousiana Purchase becoming states. Little does he know how the slavery question will divide his people, and himself.
The plantation’s magnificence shone out onto the fields of fluffy white clouds. Slaves walked through rows of lucrative cotton, removing every piece of fluff possible. A tall, blonde man walked clumsily through the dirt path to the building, swaying as if he wasn’t used to walking yet. And that was the truth, Alfred wasn’t used to being so tall after the Louisiana Purchase. He peered through the fields, squinting to make out the shapes. Alfred wondered offhandedly if everyone saw things as fuzzy as he did, or if that was something that only he had trouble with.
About halfway to the plantation, Alfred stopped when he felt a strange tug. He was traveling to this plantation to discuss how he was going to continue with the Louisiana Purchase part of America. Al was planning to blow them away with some patriot speech he’d make up on the spot about how the purchase showed they didn’t need any old Britain bothering him anymore. The thought of Arthur tugged at his heart, but this was a different sort of tug than the one pulling him into the cotton fields.
Never shying away from danger or adventure, Alfred ran off the path into the fields wildly while earning some looks from slaves and overseers. The plantation owner began to shout at him, something about him trampling the crop, but Alfred paid him not attention. All he cared was that the pulling in his chest was getting stronger.
Suddenly, right when Alfred thought his chest might implode, he tripped. Flying through delicate white tufts, he rolled through the soil. His clothes were filthy and he looked like a piece of dirty lint with cotton sticking out of his blonde hair.
A child’s crying stopped his self-observation as he turned to the direction in which he had tripped. A small toddler lay in the soil with a reddening mark on her forehead. She bawled, shaking her oddly familiar blond hair in the dirt she lay in. Alfred felt horrible as he crawled over to the child he’d tripped over. Who would put a child in the middle of a field, thought Alfred as he scooped up the sobbing girl. She stopped sobbing and buried her head into his dirt-covered shirt, whimpering.
“Mr. America!” The plantation owner cried out between huffs, his face red from having run when the nation tripped, “Are you uninjured?”
“Yeah,” replied Alfred, petting the child’s blonde hair, “Whose child is this?” The owner’s head tilted to the side as he inspected the toddler carefully, before saying in a mildly confused manner,
“I have no idea. I’ve never seen that girl before.” Alfred stared incredulously at the man, how could he not recognize a child at his own home? While opening to insult the ignorant man, his heart gave a strange tug. He looked down at his chest where the pull was, to notice the child looking up at him. The girl wasn’t crying anymore, but her eyes were red like the bump on her forehead. His breathing stopped as he looked the girl in her mirror-like eyes. The sun cast a light reflection in her sky-blues eyes, allowing him to see his scared but amazed face. But the reflection in the eerily familiar eyes wasn’t what shocked him, it was the girl version of a younger him cradled in his arms.
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And, if you want you can visit my FF page (I update it more often)
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Author/Artist: Moi!
Rating:T(?)
Warnings: Eventual Violence
Summary: Starting in 1803, America is starting to get bigger faster with the Lousiana Purchase becoming states. Little does he know how the slavery question will divide his people, and himself.
The plantation’s magnificence shone out onto the fields of fluffy white clouds. Slaves walked through rows of lucrative cotton, removing every piece of fluff possible. A tall, blonde man walked clumsily through the dirt path to the building, swaying as if he wasn’t used to walking yet. And that was the truth, Alfred wasn’t used to being so tall after the Louisiana Purchase. He peered through the fields, squinting to make out the shapes. Alfred wondered offhandedly if everyone saw things as fuzzy as he did, or if that was something that only he had trouble with.
About halfway to the plantation, Alfred stopped when he felt a strange tug. He was traveling to this plantation to discuss how he was going to continue with the Louisiana Purchase part of America. Al was planning to blow them away with some patriot speech he’d make up on the spot about how the purchase showed they didn’t need any old Britain bothering him anymore. The thought of Arthur tugged at his heart, but this was a different sort of tug than the one pulling him into the cotton fields.
Never shying away from danger or adventure, Alfred ran off the path into the fields wildly while earning some looks from slaves and overseers. The plantation owner began to shout at him, something about him trampling the crop, but Alfred paid him not attention. All he cared was that the pulling in his chest was getting stronger.
Suddenly, right when Alfred thought his chest might implode, he tripped. Flying through delicate white tufts, he rolled through the soil. His clothes were filthy and he looked like a piece of dirty lint with cotton sticking out of his blonde hair.
A child’s crying stopped his self-observation as he turned to the direction in which he had tripped. A small toddler lay in the soil with a reddening mark on her forehead. She bawled, shaking her oddly familiar blond hair in the dirt she lay in. Alfred felt horrible as he crawled over to the child he’d tripped over. Who would put a child in the middle of a field, thought Alfred as he scooped up the sobbing girl. She stopped sobbing and buried her head into his dirt-covered shirt, whimpering.
“Mr. America!” The plantation owner cried out between huffs, his face red from having run when the nation tripped, “Are you uninjured?”
“Yeah,” replied Alfred, petting the child’s blonde hair, “Whose child is this?” The owner’s head tilted to the side as he inspected the toddler carefully, before saying in a mildly confused manner,
“I have no idea. I’ve never seen that girl before.” Alfred stared incredulously at the man, how could he not recognize a child at his own home? While opening to insult the ignorant man, his heart gave a strange tug. He looked down at his chest where the pull was, to notice the child looking up at him. The girl wasn’t crying anymore, but her eyes were red like the bump on her forehead. His breathing stopped as he looked the girl in her mirror-like eyes. The sun cast a light reflection in her sky-blues eyes, allowing him to see his scared but amazed face. But the reflection in the eerily familiar eyes wasn’t what shocked him, it was the girl version of a younger him cradled in his arms.
Please, comment and tell how well/horrible I did!
And, if you want you can visit my FF page (I update it more often)
http://www.fanfiction.net/~democracywoman