Now, we get to the Continental Marines. I know it's taking a while for me to post these chapters. To be honest, I've been having finance problems and on top of that, my last beta reader wouldn't respond to me. I was finally able to find a new beta reader. Thank you, MetallicGirl.

This is the introduction to the Colonial Marines, but this is also an introduction and hint to the Freemasonry. It's considered a Secret Society and some of the founding fathers were Freemasons. George Washington was one, though a low grade one that eventually did not attend the temple. Samuel Nicholas was a freemason as well, though it's not certain how long he was or what grade he was. You can look it up, if you want to know about Freemason and how the Illuminati ties into it. In this canon, the Freemason were societies for those born with magic to learn how to use it. That's not what real Freemasonry is, but that is what it is in this headcanon, since magic and witchcraft aren't the same in Hetalia canon.

The reason I don't want to be accurate in the Freemason Society or Witchcraft is because they have little to do with American history and the only mark they made in history was the symbols in DC. Another is because even Hetalia never really went too deep into the religious aspects of History, aside from the mockery of the superstitious parts of it. They were especially no different with magic and curses. Even so, the magic used in Hetalia wasn't the same as the actual magic done in Britain, Norway or Romania. You can pretty much turn any sort of thing in history and connect it with magic as long as there's some connection. In this case, the Freemason Societies are societies for those born with magic that want to learn how to use it. Think of X-Men or Hogwarts. Review please!

After Canada left, America was mostly alone with Louisiana. Even though she was in charge of the French Volunteers, America still felt responsible for her safety. After all, Louisiana was no longer under the protection of her brother. He intended to prove to be a strong and safe haven for the woman he was in love with and desperately wanted to take in as his wife. It seemed non to almost impossible at this point.

For one, America was still a colony and still needed permission from England to ask this woman's hand in marriage. Second, America needed France's approval, including France's boss, who was never going to approve, because giving a chunk of land to the colonies was not in France's best interest. One could say that America and Louisiana were star-crossed lovers, but it was more than that. They were chained to the governments that were not of their land or of their people. It was as difficult as a slave wanting to marry another slave of a different owner. America and Louisiana were stuck, unless Britain invaded France or vice versa, a move which neither America or Louisiana would agree to. So, here they are.

"Hm... these could use a little more green," Louisiana said, studying a few of the dresses she was offered as a visitor, one being blue and the other being yellow.

"I've been broke with taxes and such. French and Indian War," America muttered.

"Oh... same. My big brother often has to send me dresses and corsets," Louisiana replied understandingly.

"Britain gave me a suit. It's fine. I wear it on special occasions," America replied, shrugging.

"Mercy me! No corsets?"

"I thought that was a woman's outfit."

"There are ones for men, but I prefer not wearing them."

"Seriously!? How do you support... you know..." America didn't want to say it. Too embarrassing.

"I wrap a cloth around myself and give it a good tie. It doesn't strain me or make it hard to breathe. Many times, even my brother doesn't realize I'm not wearing a corset. Though, I have to wear one when I visit France. I hate it. It's hard to breathe and I tend to go to the fainting room alot," Louisiana replied, sighing quietly, placing her hands along her vase-shaped hips, hitting her slightly pudgy tummy. It never mattered that she ate no differently than any other woman or barely had any to eat, she sometimes felt stiff and restrained.

America never knew what corsets felt like, but he hugged Louisiana anyways. She sighed in the hug before parting, pulling her hair back into a low ponytail like a man. She said, "I must head out. My men are waiting."

"Be careful," America said with an encouraging smile.

"When am I not? I should be telling you that."

"Yes, but my men won't know you're a woman and will treat you... differently. A heavy sacrifice comes with a heavy price. I would be sad if the burden was too much."

"It won't be. I know what I signed up for just like every other man out there and I already was mocked for being beardless," Louisiana promised with a bit of cheek and tongue, kissing America with promise. "I will come back."

"If they discover you, give them my name and I will take care of you. Being hanged isn't the most pleasant experience."

"Thank you," Louisiana replied thankfully as she buckled her pants, then put on her flock before heading out the door.

America smiled sadly, watching his girlfriend leave, before sighing. Well, it looks like this would be a true test for him and his deepest wish for Louisiana. Did America truly wish for Louisiana to be free, even free enough to choose to go to war? Is this what he truly wanted? England would say otherwise, but America knew by seeing Louisiana walk out that door, he would rather see his future wife put on a military uniform, smile, wave, then walk out to war by her own freewill than be chained safely behind four walls with only an apron and a white gown. Sacrifices had to be made for freedom.

It wasn't long before America placed his own military uniform, one of a blue coat that George Washington required him to wear. It was one he got from Massachusetts, since that was where it all started. He met with John Adams, who then joined with him inside the coach. They traveled many miles down south where they would be meeting some men, who would be fighting at sea. That was England's main strength. America could fight England no problem on land, being he knew the land like he knew his body. Though, the sea was one he was not as accustomed to like England. England was a fearsome pirate like no other that would put Blackbeard to shame. He saw England beat up Spain, so badly that he could barely get up, with his own eyes as a child. He knew England was no country to underestimate.

America was to instruct the new Continental Marines. This was John Adams' idea, thus why he was to escort America. While he did have a sarcastic sense of humor, he was really upfront, bold, blunt and really didn't care about how he spoke to people. They could go dive off a cliff by his words and he would hardly blink. He was perhaps the most honest person America knew. More than that, when John was kind, he was genuinely kind like no other. It was why his wife Abigail married him.

"I'm going to introduce you to our new Continental Marines. They will help us on sea, which will be your brother's greatest strength. You seem to know your brother firsthand, so it will be wise to instruct them on weaknesses England may have on sea, if he has any," John instructed.

"How experienced are they?" America asked.

"We've picked only the best."

America sighed as John patted his back. "You're not going to win this war by feeling defeated," he instructed.

"I don't want to win. I want everything to go back to the way it was," America said.

"I understand. Arthur is your brother and fighting your brother that is like a father to you is the last thing you wish to happen. But, the question you must ask yourself is CAN you go back to the way things were before?"

America paused sadly, then replied, "I don't know." He sighed.

"The old laws of the past were understandable. You were a babe and it would have been hard for any king to not want the best for you. You are now a grown man. You are no longer the baby colony from before. His majesty only sees you as property and nothing more. Even if you have seen him as a child, you have not grown with him. For England and his brothers, they have grown with him and thus his majesty knows more about them and sees them as family. But you, on the other hand, he does not."

"If it was just the king, I wouldn't have a problem!" America cried out. "The problem is that he was depending on Arthur's parliament, who have never been to my lands, let alone met me. He can't expect me to bide by laws given to me by the British government, who don't represent the colonies. Georgie at least has met me before, talked with me and broke bread with me. If it was just him, I would not have a problem. It would be so much easier to solve."

John sighed, shaking his head in disagreement. America still was loyal to the crown. It only made sense, being that only three of the southern colonies wanted independence, while the rest still remained loyal to the crown. For Canada, it was much more so. It would only take time before many of the colonies would decide that independence from Great Britain was the solution. Though, it seemed as if more colonies were starting to turn to patriotism, if only because of how the king responded to the Olive Branch Petition. That brashness from his majesty would be his undoing, especially to America. The king would not only gain no respect from America, but perhaps from all of Britain as well.

As soon as they made it to Philadelphia, they began walking to a strange tavern known as Tun Tavern. It was a great tavern with great drinks and food. America remembered coming here a few times, England having visited this place the most often. As soon as he arrived, he met a young man dressed up for the occasion with a brunette wig. He smiled, then shook America's hand first strangely.

"Welcome!" The man said, placing his thumb on one of America's knuckles. This lit up America's eyes before grinning and shaking his head. His feet were closed together, placing his two first fingers on his cheek. "Glad to meet you."

"You too," America replied, allowing the man to shake John Adams' hand.

"This is Samuel Nicolas, he was chosen to lead our Continental Marines," John introduced.

"Pleasure to meet ya. You all know me as America," America introduced.

"A pleasure to meet my own fellow nation. I shall personally introduce the marine men I've recruited," Samuel replied.

"I'm sure America will be very pleased," John replied.

"He will."

America happily followed Samuel as John Adams decided to dine with food and brandy. Samuel then turned to America, then asked in secret, "are you a witch?"

"An apprentice," America replied. "I know a few things, but not much. I've been having problems with my magic since the Salem Witch Trial incident."

"Yes, that was a tragedy. Cursed with the inability to see magical creatures. It's a no wonder you must place all your magic into secrecy, brother."

"George is first class. He knows some magic and some of the delegates know a bit too. John Adams doesn't. I'd rather not get him involved in this... or even those that don't know about this society. It's a burden too heavy for anyone to carry. Cursed with magic. I wish for this land to be a safe haven for those that are born with magic, but risk being burned at the stake. I've experienced it... being hung isn't fun, especially when you have no ability to die," America admitted with sorrow written on his face. "Please don't tell England. If he knew..."

"Your secret is safe with the brotherhood as always. We wish nothing more than to bring us all together in harmony."

"I know... though, we may not have a choice. England... he's afraid of water. He can't swim. His strength often comes from his deepest fears. He's so stubborn he faces them head on," America revealed without a beat.

"I will keep that in mind," Samuel smirked, giving a nod of confidence.

"When we fight, we must fight for our brothers. They need a place where they can use magic freely without fear of death. We will not get that in Europe or Britain. Let us defend this land. England will not attack you, if you prove yourself to be a brother. He is higher than all others."

"That he is. It is no wonder he's avoiding some of your delegates."

"Those delegates are giving their lives to defend our brothers. You shall see a shining star as a sign of our victory," America promised.

"I shall look forward to it."