Boston, Massachusetts – June 1765
The first thing the trio saw was the streets of Boston. Cold, damp, and defiantly instigating growth of a possibly deadly mold on the uneven bricks of nearby buildings.
Ah, the 18th century, England thought sarcastically, the peak of personal hygiene.
But that wasn't the thing that took the trio by surprise, no, what took the countries by surprise was when a dark figure came running around the corner of the street and ran into Canada, nearly knocking the poor girl over.
"Sorry, Miss," the man said, his words broken by the huffs of breath coming out of his mouth. "I'm late."
At this point in time, England probably would've made an Alice in Wonderland reference, but he was too stunned by the fact that Canada had just been run over by someone who shouldn't have been able to touch her in the first place.
"If it is not to bold of a question, late to what?" France asked the man, seeming to recover his wits quicker than England.
"A meeting."
A meeting, England couldn't help but think. Well that certainly is helpful.
"Meeting to what?" he asked aloud, wondering what on Earth justified being out at this time of night.
A wide smile broke out on the man's face, "Follow me."
And so they did, the nation's casting worried glances between themselves as they blindly followed the strange man through the dark streets of Boston.
Don't do this at home kids!
Then, the city cleared, leaving an open patch of land stretching out in front of them. For a moment, England wondered why in the world this meeting of his would be in a park at this time of night, but then he saw the massive oak and the small group of men clustered underneath it.
"I know this place," Canada spoke up suddenly, lowering her voice to where only the other two nations could hear her. She took a tentative step towards the group of men, "Hanover Square[1]. America dragged me here one time after a meeting to have a picnic, said it was important to her."
"Ah!" one of the men under the tree said, making to stand up to greet their guide as they came closer. "Mr Revere, glad you could join us, and I see you brought some friends."
"My deepest apologize Samuel, had a bit of an incident at home."
"Did you fall asleep?"
No answer.
"Aww, it must be past his bedtime," came a teasing female voice from the group of shadowed men.
Amelia.
England could feel himself hold his breath. If Amelia recognized him, he didn't know what would happen. Would the memory end? Would the spell send them back? Would history be ruined?
If the younger nation recognized her mentor, she made no comment on it.
England released his breath and whispered under his breath, "She doesn't recognize us."
The tension that had suddenly appeared in the other two nations disappeared and the conversation continued.
"Who are your friends Paul?"
"People I ran into on the streets, figured they might be interested in what's going on here."
A silence ran through the group, seeming to be silently judging the newcomers – trying to test their trust worthiness, seeing as this midnight meeting was probably illegal.
"They spies?" someone finally asked through the silence.
"Why would they be spies; we haven't even done anything illegal yet. Right, Amelia?"
"According to English law, no, not yet."
"Very well, take a seat gentlemen," Adam's said, gesturing to the cold ground next to where Paul Revere had taken up residence.
They did silent, worried that one false move would label them as 'spies' and that they would be dragged through the streets of Boston naked on the back of a horse. Sounds ridiculous, but England had seen it before.
"Now, gentlemen and ladies," Sam began as the trio settled. "Welcome to the first official meeting of the Sons of Liberty."
England nearly choked on his own tongue.
It made sense, looking back on it, that America had been a member of the traitorous, barbaric group, but a founding member?
He didn't think that Amelia had been so rebellious so long before the Revolution had escalated.
He had thought wrong.
Amelia sat silently throughout the meeting, watching Samuel Adams with a sort of awe, soaking in every word he said. And every word he said was against England.
[1]: Hanover Square is said to be the original meeting place for the Sons of Liberty, it wasn't until later that bartenders, sympathetic to their cause, allowed them to meet in their taverns (the most famous being The Green Dragon). The tree in Hanover Square that they are meeting under is, in fact, the Liberty Tree.
Fun Fact: The Son's of Liberty had two branches! One in Boston and one in New York City. The meeting place for the New York branch was called the Liberty Pole.
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