England could feel something shift the moment the small Amelia faded from their view. Something, though he couldn't tell what, was throwing the spell off – twisting it and causing it to change from its original purpose. He knew the spell was a wild card when he had casted it, though he refrained from telling France and Canada that, but he certainly hadn't expected it to change throughout the duration of its use.
Well, crap.
London, England – 1760
All three countries knew where they the moment the scene formed around them.
The tall stone pillars miniaturized them and the golden arches glowed as the deep light flowed into the chamber and along pillars, highlighting the royal blue walls, checkered floors, and ornately carved wooden seats that sat dozens of well-dressed nobles – lords, dukes, and ladies alike – all with their eyes trained on the two people down on the end of the long corridor. The two men where bathed with a background of gold and underneath the largest archway in the room.
Oh, yes, they all knew Westminster Abbey when they saw it.
Canada, France, and England all trained their eyes to the center of the room, where the two men sat still – as if waiting for their cue to begin. Then, time flowed around them.
One of the men, standing behind the other, wore a golden guided coat with a red underlay and a hat that flared out and came to a point at the top.
The Archbishop of Canterbury lifted St Edward's Crown from a high altar and set it gently back down, his prayer bouncing off the wall of the church: "Oh God, the crown of the faithful; bless we beseech thee and sanctify this thy servant our king, and as thou dost this day set a crown of pure gold upon his head, so enrich his royal heart with thine abundant grace, and crown him with all princely virtues through the King Eternal Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen".
And around the room the crown went, form bishop to bishop before coming back to the original Archbishop. The Archbishop's eyes glanced down at the man sitting before him, who was, by far, the most elaborately dressed man in the room.
This – this man sitting before the Archbishop – was what confused, not only England, but France and Canada as well. It wasn't a matter of who, but why they were witnessing this 'memory', England hadn't even been present for the coronation of his own king – he had been in North America fighting the frog in a war that wouldn't end for another three years, if England's memory was correct – much less small Amelia, who most likely would have caused a ruckus anyway.
The Archbishop lowered St Edward's Crown onto the now-monarchs head, who rose as soon as the crown came to snuggly rest on his head. The Archbishop's voice resonated throughout the halls once more, "Long live King George III!"
Each guest in the abbey rose with the cry of, "God Save the King" three different times as the trumpeters outside could be heard playing a loud fanfare over the sounds of the church bells and gun salutes from the Tower and Hyde Park. The near deafening sound of a nation celebrating the crowning of a new king swiftly after the death of the old one.
Finally, the Archbishop, stood before King George III once more, muttering another prayer as England began to feel the scene about to change once again.
How? How was this possible? Neither England, nor America, nor Canada had been there for the coronation so how exactly could they be witnessing something that they weren't there for?
England's mind was racing, wonder what else the spell had in store for the trio. Slightly worried, the nations uneasily listened to the Archbishop's finally prayer. "God crown you with a crown of glory and righteousness, that having a right faith and manifold fruit of good works, you may obtain the crown of an everlasting kingdom by the gift of him whose kingdom endureth forever."
What exactly had they gotten themselves into?
[Title]: An allusion to the famous beginning line of the Declaration of Independence written by Tomas Jefferson and signed on July 4, 1776.
Hello everyone! This is the third installment of a series called America's True Colors. If you haven't read the first two, I would recommend checking them out before you read Human Events, as this one builds off of the other two.
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