Alfred F. Jones was running through Boston's streets, avoiding as many collisions possible. He had heard from an anonymous source about a very important, secret meeting.

That is what he would say in case someone caught him. In reality, he had eavesdropped on a group of old men in his boredom. Having nothing better to do, he decided to sneak his way into the meeting.

As he bolted towards the location, many posted fliers caught his eye. He didn't slow down, but his once excited expression drastically changed into a look of uneasiness.

Recently, many of his people had been outraged by the Sugar Act England had placed on his colonies. Alfred had decided to take their opinions to his brother himself, but had been convinced after a long discussion that the recent tax was for the best.

"I know that they are mad, but can't they see that England's just doing the best for all of us?" he thought, hurt that many people were hostile against England at the moment.

His thoughts were interrupted as he spotted the building. Alfred slowed down to a walking pace, and looked around his surroundings. The building was more of a small cabin, surrounded by a forest. Finding a small hole on the side of the building, he tiptoed towards it and cautiously peered inside.

A loud and powerful voice suddenly spoke up as he was positioning himself.

"I would like to address the recent act England has unjustifiably placed upon us," the voice announced, sending chills running up Alfred's back.

"Wait, this is about England and the Sugar Act?!" Although he believed England did what was right and was just with his actions, Alfred couldn't help but stay, very curious to what they would address.

Alfred sat on the ground, his body refusing to move as the members of the meeting filed out. Flying through his head were the topics brought up throughout the meeting.

"If we are taxed, it should be by the colonial assemblies, not some government across the ocean!"

"We should be considered their equal!"

"No taxation without representation!"

"From this day on, we will be known as the Sons of Liberty!"

Hearing the last person shuffle out the door, he somehow found the strength to move once more. Standing, he took another shaky breath and stepped forward.

Snap.

He froze, staring at the now broken twig. "Okay, people will think that noise was made by an animal," he thought frantically. Distressed, he looked around nervously and caught someone's eye.

"Damn."

Alfred broke into a run, occasionally looking behind him. Almost there. . .

A hand clamped around Alfred's wrist, jerking him backwards. He turned around then froze, as if he had been caught throwing away England's scones, and saw his brother's disheartened face, only to feel immediate guilt.

"Who are you?! Why were you spying on us?! Are you an agent for the British?!" he demanded, breathing heavily every other word.

The man, seeing the teenager just blankly stare at him, dragged him back to the cabin. Locking the door, he glared at the teenager. "Speak," he commanded.

Alfred meekly spoke, "I-I'm Alfred F. Jones." Hearing those weak words escape from his throat, Alfred's face scrunched up. Gathering his courage and self-confidence he especially stocked up for emergency cases such as this, he stood up tall, crossed his arms, and locked eyes with the stranger.

"I'm Alfred F. Jones. Now, it seems you haven't heard about me, but I'm famous around these parts for being a hero. Either way, I got bored so I decided to listen in to your conversation. It's practically your fault though, since it was so easy to find out about this meeting. And what is this all about with the 'agent for the British' stuff? Arth-England isn't bad. You shouldn't hate your Father country," he arrogantly stated, taking a deep breath after his long introduction.

Instead of being shocked by the sudden change of attitude, the stranger laughed, echoing throughout the room. Alfred couldn't resist the change in the atmosphere between them and joined in, smiling his bright grin.

"Forgive me," the stranger managed to say after several minutes of uncontrollable laughter. "I apologized for my atrocious behavior."

Although Alfred had no clue what "atrocious" meant, he did notice the former tension disappearing.

"Samuel Adams," he introduced, "It's pleasant to make your acquaintance, Mr. Jones." He then put out his hand, waiting for the other to accept it.

As they shook hands, Alfred detected a gleam in Mr. Adam's eyes and the lively thoughts behind that wide smile. "So," Mr. Adams began slowly, "Why would a fine, young man such as yourself be eavesdropping on old men like us?"

Alfred wearily replied,"It's just like I said. I was bored and overheard about your meeting. I just got curious and decided to check it out."

Mr. Adams saw the potential Alfred held. Already, Alfred had created a strong first-impression on the man, one with the lust for adventure and an interest in the current affairs between the England and the colonies. The most important aspect, however, was the certain feeling Mr. Adams got when he caught Alfred, like he was going to become an important figure.

Alfred couldn't deny that Samuel Adams was cool. He had to be cautious, though, because his secret meetings were definitely trouble. But even so, it sparked something inside of him. He remembered about John Locke and his beliefs. Alfred talked about it with Arthur, but was told to forget those "idiotic ideas that belong in the rubbish can" and how it was going to rot his brain. Even as he tried to forget it, it still stayed in the back of his mind, bothering him repeatedly.

"Mr. Adams, I have a request to make." Alfred said in all seriousness.

Curious to what this favor would be, he asked, "Go ahead and ask, though I can't guarantee that I can fulfill it."

"Tell me more about independence and the Sons of Liberty."

~Back in England~

A man, clad in a heavy robe and a large, bejeweled crown was perplexed by the recent oppositions in his colonies. He was considering to repeal the Stamp Act, but was disgusted by how weak he would seem. The huge doors creaked open, and he looked up at the intruding man.

"Your majesty, King George the Third." he man kneeled on his right knee, greeting the ruler respectfully.

"What would compel you to come without an invitation Prime Minister Charles Watson-Wentworth?" he asked, expecting an answer that wouldn't disappoint him.

"Your majesty, I have an idea on how to stop the rebellion while still maintaining your rule over the colonies in the New World."

Interested, King George leaned forward in his throne, his ears wide open. "And to what would that be Prime Minister?"

The Prime Minister had kept kneeling on his right knee the whole time, so his forming smile went unnoticed by the King."A new act, Your Majesty, that would surely secure your power over the colonies. The Declaratory Act."

While this exchange took place Arthur was quietly sipping his Earl Grey Tea in his room, a gentle smile on his face as he stared at a portrait of him and Alfred.

I had to rewrite and repost this chapter because the information I received from Wikipedia and other sites were wrong. I mean, each website was contradicting to the other. So, I decided to borrow and awesome reference book from the library. And when you read about something historical and imagine Hetalia characters in it's place, it will become amusing. :D Also, if you didn't read the chapter, I did add new parts to the story, subtle, but might become important later on.

Anyway, explanation time! (With the correct information.)

In March 1675, King George III(1738-1820) approved of the Stamp act to pay for the French and Indian War (1754-1763). July 1675, the Son's of Liberty was united and began to operate many protests, some under the name of Committee of Correspondence as a cover.

King Geroge III was eventually tired of the rebellion and sought out for an alternative solution. British Prime Minister Charles Watson-Wentworth(1730-1782) was the mastermind of the Declaratory Act, which subjected the colonists to the rule under the King and the parliament, who is the almightly ruler of them. So, the Stamp Act was repealed and the approval of the Declaratory Act happened on the same day(March 18, 1766).

For my story, I made it so that Samuel Adams first told his ideas to people in secret. When he saw the audience's reactions, he decided to take the next chance given to make it public. This is just my idea, for I'm pretty sure that was not what really happened.

I honestly don't know what the next chapter shall contain. I'll find out as soon as I have the time and inspiration to write it. Don't forget to read and review. It will help me finish the next chapters sooner. :3

~Tsubasa, darandomninja