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Alba had laughed when he received the letter from England.
He had laughed, not because the idea was impossible, but because it was the exact kind of stupid idea he had learned to expect from England.
The idea had merit, of course, they had all learned the pitfalls of being an island by now, but the idea that they could become one country, that they would all consent to a union, that was the part of the idea that was troubling.
Alba knew very well that they were all stubborn, and the idea of giving up any of their power would grate on all of them; they would push back and fight each other in order to keep the power that they thought they deserved. Not to mention the fights that would come out of figuring out a meeting, or a figurehead.
Smart, if it was meant to apply to anyone less stubborn and foolhardy than the bastards that made up their islands.
Alba knew them all well. They were uncooperative for fun. It was a good idea, but…well, Alba just wasn't sure that they would all agree.
It was something that was going to be proposed, and probably die in the meeting, if any of them even came at all. (They would probably have to. Diplomacy and all, but Alba was almost certain that someone was going to leave as soon as they could.
"What's that, Dad?" Isle of Man asked, walking over and draping herself over Alba. Alba's tail flicked, and he smiled.
"Letter from England," Alba said, grinning at his daughter. Isle of Man grinned back.
"Ah, and what does the man below us have to say? Is he causing problems?" Isle of Man asked. Alba shrugged.
"I think he's trying to fix some problems, but I think he's about to cause some more," Alba said, before laughing a little, "What do you think of a union between all of the countries of our isles?"
Isle of Man barked out a surprised laugh.
"You'll kill each other before you get anything done," Isle of Man said, and Alba nodded, knowing that she had a point.
"He's worried about our colonies and ability to stand up to countries like Spain and France. He thinks unity might be the solution to that, to create a better situation for our colonies and us. You know just as well as I do how intense the fighting for them is," Alba said, thinking of his other daughter. And…his other ambitions.
"Nova Scotia is a lot more stable than most of the colonies that nations here have," Isle of Man pointed out. Alba sighed.
"And we're still dealing with money issues. And the French. I know she's stable, but that can change. Change a lot faster than we want it to," Alba said, because that was a worry, a worry he had struggled with for a while. Maybe France and him were not at war, but…there was the chance that she could decide to attack Nova Scotia out of a desire for her land, and Alba would lose her, in one way or another.
It was times like this that he hated their immortality.
It was oh-so conditional.
"You're thinking about it."
"It could work."
"But would you lose more than you gain?" Isle of Man asked, crossing her arms and locking eyes with Alba. Alba sighed.
"I wouldn't accept that. England didn't explain plans, just the idea, which is a good thing. It means he is probably waiting for all of us before any discussion of what it would look like is going to happen. That proves that he at least had some sort of care in making sure that we are all heard," Alba said. Isle of Man gave her own sigh in return.
"Or he has ideas but isn't sharing them yet," Isle of Man said. Alba nodded.
"He probably does. I know I am already getting some ideas as well. That's why we need a meeting. To figure out what we all want and how to make it happen in the best way possible. Besides, I think…I think this could be the best way to get Nova Scotia more security and stability that ensures that she is safe," Alba said, because he wanted to think of his daughter, he wanted to ensure that she would live a long and happy life, and most importantly, he did not want her to die.
If she were taken, that was okay, because she would at least be alive, and Alba could bear the pain of losing her that way, knowing that maybe it could be reversed.
But death was irreversible. And if there was one thing that humans and countryhumans had in common, it was their desire to prevent their own deaths, and ensure that they would never die…early at least.
They didn't want to die. And perhaps for immortals like him, the thought of death was all the more terrifying.
"You really want to do this, huh?" Isle of Man asked. Alba shrugged.
"It's not something that is definitely going to happen. Just something that might happen. I want to see where it goes, and what the others think about it," Alba said, the expression more neutral than he felt
Oh, he knew why his daughter worried, and he worried as well, but…this could be a good start to a better future.
Alba had guarded his southern border for a long time. It was something that had been done before he or England were even a thought in someone's mind, back during the Roman times, when the idea was to separate the north and the south.
Maybe it was finally time to bring that tradition to an end, focus more on peace and cooperation, not mistrust and suspicion.
The fewer people he had to fight, the better Alba would be. He knew that. It was a simple concept.
This could turn three sometime enemies into firm allies.
If there was anything that was never comforting, it was getting a telegram from your biggest city in the middle of a war when you asked not to be bothered with messages that were not important.
Reading the telegram just made everything worse, and a sinking feeling began to grow in New York's stomach.
RIOTS IN NEW YORK CITY. THE CITY IS IN CHAOS. THE MILITIA IS NOT HERE, AND THE POLICE ARE UNABLE TO CONTROL EVERYTHING. PLEASE WRITE BACK WITH A CONDEMNATION SO WE CAN CALM THE RIOTERS.
It was everything that he didn't want to read, not after everything.
Sure, they had reached a turning point in the war, with the capture of Vicksburg and the rebel defeat at Gettysburg, but that meant that the last thing that any of them wanted was bad news.
New York didn't have any of his siblings nearby, all off in different armies, leaving him alone in this anger and confusion.
They were already dealing with betrayal from siblings and all of the horrific things that came with this war, and now you meant to tell New York that his own people were rioting and…and making him appear to be disloyal?
He hated it.
He hated it so much. He was loyal to his father and didn't want this conflict, didn't want this to be how things were remembered, and…
This was the worst news to come off the back of two amazing victories that had given them a well-needed moral boost.
What if father or some of the others thought that this meant he was a traitor? Or that he didn't support the fight and the reunification of their nation.
What if this meant that he would go under martial law, like Missouri and the new Virginia and Maryland and Delaware, and God, he was loyal and he wanted them to know that, but…this war was taking so much from them, and he didn't want it to take his mind as well.
He didn't want to lose that.
It was bad enough, watching his letters with Delaware become stilted and different as a new force overtook him, hearing how Delaware hadn't fought because he didn't want to be hurt by his family, even the disloyal ones, and needing to fight anyway.
Being forced to fight. His mind was taken, and it left Delaware a shadow of himself.
He wished there was someone here that he could talk to about this, but the humans wouldn't understand, and wasn't that the worst thing?
Father was not doing great. He had been struggling with the new ones and the weight of having his being ripped in two. He had changed a lot, wasn't the dad that New York knew from his youth, but he had watched his dad change a lot, and this was just the latest in a long string of changes.
Somehow, this change was hurting them all the most, but that might be the circumstances of the war.
Either way, Father was different now, and New York worried about what that would mean for…for his father and for him and for this entire situation.
New York…this was bad. He was angry about the riots, angry that they were upset about the drafts when they wouldn't even be happening if the fucking South hadn't rebelled in the first place.
They had started all of this, and so many of the innocent ones, the border states, and the false ones were going to suffer from this.
New York had not wanted this war to start, but like Hell were he and Father the ones to blame for this.
They had not started this. They were just trying to end things before the South doomed them all.
New York, he…he needed to write a letter to Father. To tell him that New York condemned the entire riot, that he didn't support it, that he was loyal, forever loyal, and wasn't going to let these riots affect anything.
New York was a loyal state. These riots were awful, and he hated them. Father would see that.
I am sure that you have heard by now of the horrific riots in New York City and how the rioters mean to undermine you, the war effort, and our ultimate goal of reuniting our family from this perilous time, and all of the tragedy that the rebels have inflicted on us.
I have just been made aware of the riots and have already responded with my swift condemnation. I do not care about their reasoning for causing this additional burst of violence and strife, and I want to see it ended. The most important thing that our country can be is unified, and whatever these riots are about, I do not care.
I am forever loyal to you, Father, and everything that this war is about. I will fight and die for this cause, and I will not be swayed by the whims of these rioters. They are nasty and treasonous, and care not for them. I will gladly see them all imprisoned and put down the riots myself, if my division is commanded to.
I beg of you, regardless of how these riots go, that I am not placed under martial law. I can be trusted to be loyal and will continue to be. These riots do not affect anything, I promise. I am not going to join them, and I trust my police and other law enforcement officers to bring the rioters under control and ensure they are punished.
This is happening despite me, not because of me, and I hope that you know that.
I love you, Father, and I am sending you my love, my support, and my warmest affections. You are the most important person in my life, and that will never change, no matter what happens in my land. I am a loyal Union state, and I will fight in this war until the end.
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everybody gives Mississippi shit for being hard to spell
Mississippi is NOT hard to spell. You can sound it out. Miss. Iss. I. Ppi. Just remember that the s and p are doubles and you’re fine.
you know who we should be giving shit to? ILLINOIS. Silent S, weird oi sound, the second I is a soft I—not hardened by the O—so it sounds like it has 2 n’s, and if you type it not in all caps like how it’s supposed to be (Illinois) it looks like it has either 3 capital i’s or 3 lowercase l’s
