For awhile we just sat sipping tea looking at each other. After about five minutes staring at each other England had to say something.

"Have you been doing anything about the rebels?" He asked.

I haven't made any real effort, but I couldn't tell him that. "I've been making some effort..."

He stood up and got angry. "That isn't stopping them! You can't allow them to threaten English rule!"

I stayed sitting and tried to hold a respectful tone. "England I can't-"

"Why the hell not?" He didn't look just angry. He had a look of worry hidden beneath his rage.

I stood up with him as I started to get mad.

"England I don't have the complete backing of the colonies."

"Why not!"

" Because half of them are mad England! How could you not know that!" I lost any sense of a respectful tone. I was too angry.

"What is that supposed to mean!" he said with his voice raised.

"It means their tired of your crap! You stole from them-" I said raising my voice along with him.

"That was for the good of the whole! You of all people should know that!"

"I do! But..." Even then I was to afraid to say.

"But what?"

I couldn't hold it in. I had to finally say exactly what I was thinking. "Maybe I'm sick of it too! I don't want to just sit on my ass while you chose for me! Maybe I agree with them! You ever think of that!"

England finally snapped. He struck me for the first time.

"I never want to hear those rebellious words again. You are my subordinate and nothing more!"

The look on his face was more angry then I'd ever seen. It looked scary.

But for the first time I didn't care what he did. I wasn't mad. Scared. Sad. anything. I just started walking upstairs to my room.

"Did you hear me America!"

I turned to face him, looked him straight in the eye and just said " Yeah. Loud and clear."

He looked stunned. He got ready to yell again, but just walked out the door.

I went to my room and wrote a letter to the leaders of the patriots that I threw to the nearest messenger

I was going to join them.

It would be me against the strongest nation in the world. It was suicide. But I didn't care. I would have taken anything or anyone the world could have thrown at me.

Even my big brother.

I shed a single tear before I suited up to ride to town. As I did I saw England Leave to his dock miles away.

I tried to forget him as I rode into town

They were shocked to see me. When they heard me they were even more surprised.

"PEOPLE! FOR TO LONG I HAVE ALLOWED THE ENGLISH TO TAKE FROM YOU WHATEVER THEY DESIRED! NO LONGER! TODAY I RIDE TO MEET THE PATRIOTS AND JOIN THEM ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE! ALL ABLE MEN WHO WILL JOIN ME MOUNT YOUR STEEDS AND LET US RIDE!"

All of us were stunned. Especially me. None of us were ready for the rebellious words I had given. I still have no idea how I put that together.

After a moments pause several cheered as they went to grab their horses and whatever weapons they could find.

A consultant of mine walked up to me.

"Have you gone mad! You aren't strong enough to defeat England! the only chance we have is to try and-"

"And keep the peace? I've tried that and it got neither me nor my people anywhere. Me and my men will ride. And nothing you can say will change that."

We assembled after they said their good byes.

A man was stopped by his little brother.

"Don't go Anthony! I need you!"

The man turned to his brother and smiled. "No Jacob. It is I who needs you. You need to be here so that you may grow to be the great man I know rests in you. Take care of our mother and father. And do not weep. I will return to you a stronger man ,my brother."

They embraced in a hug. I remembered England. He had told me things like that many times before. Now he had to be my enemy.

I cried as we rode away.