Author's Notes: Yes, I know, I'm a terrible person for wasting my time writing things like this instead of finishing my other stories. Anyway, each chapter will be one drabble, and you can actually expect some updates in a fairly frequent pattern. So, enjoy!
It was the beginning of a new day. It was the beginning of a new week. It was the beginning of May.
The men rose early this morning – a feeling of anticipation lodged firmly in their minds, as well as in their guts. This was the beginning of something new – something that would bring change to their colonies.
They dressed themselves, taking extra care to make sure that their stockings were not ripped, that their shirts had no stains, that their cravats were tied properly, that their coats had no wrinkles.
The men paced back and forth in their rooms, for it was not yet nine in the morning. They would not meet until ten.
The minutes ticked by slowly. The city was starting to wake. Soon, it, too, would be up and bustling about, in the beginning of a new day – a new day in which to find fortune.
But then men had no need to seek fortune, for they already had it. Yes, they had it, because they were here, weren't they?
They were the beginning that American needed.