✪ America

[Everything is dark as the camera clicks on. Completely dark. So dark that it can only mean the camera is face-down against something. For the moment, there's only wet coughing. Yeah. Guess who.]

Don't wanna die beggin' like a dog, but I-I need help. Ain't been the same since Gettysburg-- an' now he's down here, he's tearin' me apart regiment by regiment, burnin' everythin' in his way.

[Cough. Shuffling, and the communicator clatters as it's dragged across the floor. All the lights are out in the apartment, but even in the dim lighting it's apparent that the Confederacy is in awful condition. Bruises, gashes, blood all over the place. HE EVEN HAS INTERNAL BLEEDING but that's not really all that apparent, aside from the blood dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. He's lying on the floor, on his side and shaking.]

My men're dyin', fleein', there ain't enough'f us ta hold off the North. 'F... England 'r France, reinforcements, please, I don't wanna die. I jus' wanted ta be my own country. 'Twould be best fer the Southerners, right?

--but not for the nation.

( SPOILERS FOR FIGHT CLUB no seriously if you don't like pseudocide you might wanna avoid this )