#;nate

[audaciiae]

"what else do you claim to be ?" -Andrew Carnegie to Nate

"I mean...I'm not really claiming anything if it's the truth, right?"

Nate really, really dislikes explaining who he is and his position in the world for a reason. It is a little hard to believe, he'll admit. The fact that there are people like him for every country, hell, maybe even every city in the world, is a lot to take in! People always have varying reactions, some good, some not. So he shrugs, mustering up the best smile he can offer.

"I know it's hard to believe. I can't blame you for wondering." As he speaks, he absently rubs at his chest, letting out a long breath. The effects of the civil war still linger, if that could possibly be any more proof. "But I am what I say I am...so...there we have it. I'll be happy to answer any questions you have."

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@honorhearted

"Ben, Ben! Wait, wait, wait--"

Anyone watching might think it's comical how Nate jogs after Ben from Washington's tent. Another spat, of course. It's like dealing with two stubborn bulls, and Nate isn't sure who's more difficult to reign in sometimes. Like he doesn't have enough on his mind, right? Even still, he catches up to Ben, a look of concern on his face. He does his best to mediate, but sometimes it still gets out of hand. Like now.

"I guess I need to apologize on behalf of the general, though...I know that doesn't really mean much. I just..are you okay? I know things have been a lot, and..it's not getting any easier. But we all just have to keep our heads up, right? I'm sure we'll hear from the French soon..." He hopes, but that's all he can do. That's all any of them can really do. "I'll...talk to him, okay? I'm really sorry."

[roryshudson]

texts // nate & rory

Rory: Good concept: you letting me practice my audition for you. You can tell me how great I did, and how amazingly talented I am, and I'll be SUPER grateful for the ego boost, darling.

Rory: Like... the most grateful. So grateful that I'll take you out to dinner after. Or before. Whatever works for you.

[audaciiae]

kinda random hc but i think that bc nate is the personification of the us, his accent is different every day lmao. ig it also kinda depends on where he is but you never know what youre gonna get

[audaciiae]

[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : Henry Clay drapes his cloak around Nate’s shoulders because dad <333

Nate sniffs a little as he paces around the home he's building for himself. He really can't stand to live in the White house anymore for several reasons. It's not that far down the road, but it's also not quite done yet. He still needs to put a roof on it, for one, plus all the doors and windows...ugh, he still has his work cut out for him. Winter is coming soon, too, which means he needs to finish fast if he wants a home for himself by the time it gets too cold to work on it.

He sighs, sitting down on the ground and wrapping his arms around himself. It's chilly out and he didn't think to bring a jacket on account of all the work he's been doing. It's also starting to get dark, and just when he thinks he ought to pack up and go back to the White house, he feels a cloak drape around his shoulders.

Nate blinks, looking up. "Oh--hey, Henry," he says as he pulls the cloak tighter around himself and stands up. "I was just about to head back. Were you lookin' for me?"

[audaciiae]

obsessed with nates accent randomly changing tbh. like the us is so large and vast that sure theres the typical "american accent" but nates accent is all of the above lmao

[audaciiae]

❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜

— John Adams to Nate 😭

Platonic starters || Accepting

Nate blinks, looking up at John with tears in his eyes. He doesn't come off the battlefield often, much preferring it to Congress. At least on the battlefield, no one mocks him or belittles him because of preconceived notions about him just from how he looks. The army respects him because he has proven his worth, but Congress...

...Congress very well knows who he is, and yet some of them still see him as less than human. It stings. It makes him think of Conall. It brings all those terrible emotions back to the surface, leaving him sick with anxiety.

"I-it's nothing, sir," he chokes out after a moment, shaking his head. "Just, uh...some of your...fellow Congressmen don't seem to respect me. That's all," he mutters, fidgeting with the end of his braid. "Nothin' I ain't used to, but it still hurts a little."

He wipes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Nate doesn't like feeling humiliated, much less in front of people. They may not be free yet, but he's worked hard to get to where he is, and he hates that some people still don't see that. "Don't worry yourself about me. Washington and I will be leaving soon anyways."