Hey!~
This is partially inspired by "The Price of Freedom" by Forbiddensoul562
In parts I may use bits of French. Translations will be italicized and in brackets: {example}
Enjoy!
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Amelia Jones. Amelia Fucking Jones.
She was gorgeous.
On a normal day, her blonde hair fell down in waves to her shoulders, but today it was held back in a ponytail. She wore a stern expression, a dirty white shirt and a tattered large blue coat with a white belt she wore in an "X" over her chest. She had bandaged her beasts so she would pass as a man. She carried a rifle in one hand and kept the other in a tight fist.
She had been fighting alongside men for years and they hadn't noticed or just didn't care. This was war and the American's struggle for liberty was in vain. They desperately needed an ally. They didn't have the supplies or forces to win this war without one.
Amelia sped down the hall but stopped in front of a tall, wooden door. Behind it, she could hear faint sounds of forks. She could smell the food. God, it smelled divine. But she had to stay composed. This was serious. If she messed this up, she'd have to suffer the consequences.
She pushed open the door to see Francis seated alone at a table.
"Ah.. Bonjour, Ameriqu-" Before he could finish, she slapped her rifle down onto the table. Immediately, Francis' attention snapped to her.
"I don't have time to make chit-chat as much as I want to." Francis stood up and walked to her, examining her.
Her disheveled pony tail, her dirty and tattered uniform. War had turned a beautifully innocent woman into this? He could see the pain in her gaze.
He cupped her cheek. "Mon dieu..."{My God}He mumbled.
Francis remembered a younger Amelia. She was a happy and innocent child. He had never seen her serious before. It seemed forced. For a woman raised by England, she was surprisingly childish.
"You know why I'm here... don't you?"
He nodded pulling his hand away. "Your people declared independence and now you're running low on supplies and soldiers, no?"
"Well... yeah... basically"
Francis chuckled," Take a seat."
I guess I can stay for a bit...She thought. She sat down and almost immediately a maid rushed our of the kitchen and set a plate in front of her. She stared longingly at the plate of food. It looked so much better than the hard-tack she had been eating but that wasn't saying much. Pretty much everything was better than hard-tack. Hard-tack tasted like dirt. Hard-tack wasn't far from dirt.
I want it...I want to eat this... could I just bring this back to the others? no...I'd eat it before they got to it
"Is it to your liking, mon ami?"{My friend}
"Um.. yeah it looks awesome. It smells awesome. I just can't eat this. It's not fair to my soldiers eating hard-tack as we speak..."
Francis smiled. "Ah very noble of you."
"I-I guess? Listen, Francis, I just need your help"
"And why should I assist you, Amerique?" Francis took a sip of his wine.
"I'm an up-and-coming nation with a long future ahead of me. This could mean many good things for France. And who knows, America might just be the next world superpower." Francis chuckled.
He's underestimating me? Even while I've held my own against England for this long? She frowned.
"Francis, I know word gets around in Europe. I know you've heard word of this war from England. Have you seen Britain lately?"
Francis gave a small nod. "He's not as great as he used to be. And.." She paused "And! I know your past with him. You wouldn't want such as young and promising soon-to-be nation to have to suffer his tyrannical reign, would you?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Alright." He took another sip of wine. "You've convinced me. I'll have reinforcements and supplies over as soon as possible."
"Thank you! Thank you so much" She stood up and held out a hand to him. He shook it and pulled her into a hug.
"Be careful, Amerique."
"I will."
He smiled. "Good" He pulled away.
She travelled back home only for the promised reinforcements to arrive soon after. With assistance, it wasn't too long before America won her independence.
Much more to come~
And if you didn't know:
Hard-tack is a cracker made of only flour and water (and sometimes salt)
Women weren't allowed to fight at the time, although some determined women bandaged their breasts down, chose a fake name for themselves, and wore their hair in a ponytail (or cut it)so that they could fight in the wars ^.^