Chapter 8: It has begun

"I see British ships coming into Boston port!" a man yelled as he galloped on his horse over to some colonist troops. A few heads looked up at him, and then glanced over at the ocean. It was plenty cold out but they had been busy preparing animals to haul wagons with supplies to the west of the colonies.

America's head had shot up while lifting a crate once he heard this. He had grown again and now looked 17 years old. He quickly set the crate onto the wagon and shouted to his fellow soldiers;

America: Listen up here! (Several heads turned to America, stopping what they were doing) Britain's going to be here and we need to show him exactly what kind of army we have rounded up! (Sounds encouraging, smiling as he yelled)

The troop's lips twitched slightly, forming some form of a smirk

America: So let's move! Round up the front lines! (The troops dropped what they were currently doing and ran to get their rifles and other belongings) Make it quick! We've got till the time the ships come and the moment he steps on our soil! C'mon move!

The soldiers were rushing out of their cabins with their rifles clutched against their chests, racing toward the hill that overlooked the ocean and sandy beach below. Once at the top they immediately crouched down now hidden in the field, waiting for further orders.

America rushed inside his cabin and quickly grabbed his pistol and shoved sheets of battle plans inside a bag of fabric and flung it over his shoulder. Then placed the rifle in a pocket and ran out.

By then the ships had arrived. There were hundreds of them that were all slowly creeping in side-by-side. The slight fog in the air seemed heavy and made it almost impossible to detect how many ships there really were. With every few seconds the fog would reveal a new batch of ships following the last making it seem endless.

In the meantime America's troops lay hidden in the valley covered by a hill still waiting for a signal of any sort.

America, a bit excited, ran out to the beach where the ships had decided to pull up instead of the port thinking while he ran up to the huge boats 'Wow, he's outdone himself here. . ' . He slowly came to a stop; his boots now covered in sand, and took a minute to catch his breath. Then cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted;

America: Say Britain! You really don't think I have enough ships of my own?! (Teasing)

The wind picked up slowly as for the sky was painted a dull gray for the clouds had covered up the sun. The masts of the ships turned slightly from the breeze.

America continued to stand where he was, waiting for an answer. Then a loud crack was heard. It was the sound of a door being kicked open and falling to the floor of the front ship. The sound of boots followed, slowly making way to the wooden bridge that had been dropped serving as a staircase to land for the lead ship. They seemed to be accompanied by other footsteps. By now the fog had covered almost the entire view of the ships except the land where America stood. His smile had faded once he heard a curious voice from the fog.

"You know, I can't seem to recall a time when you seemed this cheerful towards me, though that doesn't matter."

The King broke from the fog and walked into the sand accompanied by two guards; both armed. The King, still in his shabby form, gleamed when he saw America, who until this point had not been expecting the King at all.

King: So yes, it's been awhile.

America's smile had completely faded and had now turned into a rather pale look of panic twisted with confusion.

King: (chuckled) why didn't you tell me? (Sounding very cheery) -About this?

He smiled at America and took a look around at the scenery as though awed.

America by now had turned extremely pale, but perhaps it wasn't noticeable to the King due to the gray sky.

King: (turns to America) my you've grown! Not so little anymore are you? (Cheery)

America stood very straight, cautious about the King's behavior along with his distorted expression that never really focused on him.

King: Are you? (Now sounding a bit more logical though his breathing was uneven and raspy)

America: (trying to keep his voice steady) Why are you doing th-?

King: SHUT UP! (Shrieked)

America's eyes now wide with terror.

King: HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME! YOU FILTHY BRAT!

America continued to stare alarmed at the King.

King: I gave you (his hand trembled as he pointed a finger at America, his voice sounding like it could crack at any moment) the opportunity to rule with me side-by-side but NO! (He shrieked again) I didn't know there was a second option. (His voice now uneven and raspy) Running away . . . (pause) Oh sure, I let you. (Laughs a bit) But you never came back. (Then started speaking in a whisper, a plead) Making your own rules-is this a game? To a child maybe. Though what's a child like you to a King?

He paused for a second, as if waiting for America to answer.

"An obstacle." (Speaking low and almost calm) "Always in the way. You were under my protection. You're so young, thriving, a gem everyone wants. Ever figured that?"

The King swallowed then continued in a graver voice.

But you . . . you're a traitor. (His voice in big gasps, then straightens up) And speaking of traitors. . .

The King turns to the two guards standing behind him tight together. They separate to reveal another two guards who appear to be carrying something between them.

King: I want to show you what happens when people hide secrets from me.

The guards walked silently around the King dragging something by its arms and threw it between the King and America.

Britain lay unconscious in the sand; his shirt now stained a bright red on both his chest and back. The color had drained from his face as he lay motionless.

America now stood upright, shocked to the bone.

King: I found out he had been keeping quiet about a lot of things that you were up to, including this war. (Then adds a bit more slyly) How about this? Let's start over. We both don't want this I'm sure, right?

He slowly unsheathes his sword and it gleams as his twirls it for a few seconds. Then gestures the sword over Britain's heart as he raises it high, pointing down.

King: Let this serve as a moral.

A bullet suddenly hits the sword, a sound that seemed to silence the whole world. The sword cracked slightly with the bullet now wedged into it. The King glanced up at America.

America stood gasping, holding a pistol at the King. His eyes flared with hate in them, his jaw clenched tightly.

America: (clutching his gun tightly) you call yourself a King?! Threating to kill your own subordinates?! (Gasping, sweating) I ran away because I just wanted to be myself! To prove to you that I was great! (Gasp) Look at yourself! What are you now?!

The King's sword cracked again and then shattered into a million shards. He looked at his sword, as if examining it, and then held it at his side.

King: (sternly) a ruler-

America: No, you're not!-

King: -I have more power than you ever will!

America: Power?! Is that all you strive for-?!

King: -You are alone and lost-!

America: -why can't you just li-?!

King: -NO ONE IS THERE FOR YOU N-!

America: -STOP IT!

They both stand facing each other. America's hands now trembled as he held his stance.

King: (after a moment) I came here to talk things over after hearing word about this army of yours, but here you are alone.

America stares blankly at the King, still holding the pistol at him.

King: No army . . . no home . . . you don't even have a brother anymore do you? (Mocking)

America slowly began to lower the pistol, his face unreadable as it stared far off in a trace. The King's mouth started twitching, forming some type of smirk when America started to raise his pistol up again only this time straight up to the sky. He fired three shots.

The troops, who had been hidden for quite some time, now stood up from the hill that overlooked the sea. Thousands of them were lined up making it seem endless. The King's expression had gone completely blank.

America still held the pistol high in the air and shouted something. It all happened so quickly-the troops were spilling onto the beach while others targeted ships from above; British troops were now scrambling to get off the ships and make their way to land, covering their heads as they did-though never-the-less, red was a pretty obvious color.

Shots were heard everywhere. The King had been given a new sword and America was now firing at any red coat he spotted with a pained look on his face. Cannons were set up and started firing at the ships. Soon two ships had been set fire and the King's troops were spreading out toward the hills. The battle was heading west. The British troops were managing to keep the colonist troops on their heels.

The King walked up to the body of Britain and carried it back to the ship headquarters. He approached three of his servants onboard.

King: Put this on a ship and sail it back to Europe. I don't need any more trouble while I'm here.

The servants nodded in agreement and took Britain inside while the King headed back out to fight.

A servant burst through the door to the downstairs cabin.

Servant 1: We need bandages! Quickly!

A woman servant in the room accompanied by another started searching their supplies. The servant then led them to another room where they were an outbreak of sobs. He led the woman and man servant to Britain, now outstretched on a straw mattress covered with a blanket.

Girl Servant: (sobbing) I-I didn't know! (She sat on the floor, covering her face while repeating the line over and over)

Man Servant: We all didn't. (He crouched beside her)

Servant 1: We got the bandages!

Servant 2: But he could be-!

Servant 3: -Keep it down! They mustn't hear us!

The crowd of servants walked over to Britain who still hadn't moved at all.

Woman Servant: (sat next to Britain and checked for a pulse) (after a moment) He needs immediate treatment.

Servant 2: He's alive?!

Woman Servant: Barely. I need the bandages now.

Servant 3: The wound-

Woman Servant: -We don't have time to clean it. (She addressed sternly) It needs to be stitched quickly. (Gets to work)

Servant 2: And then what?! They'll know we did it! What if you suppose-

Servant : -They won't. I have a plan.

End of chapter 8.

Hey guys, so I have uploaded these chapters before as some of you might know but somehow (?) they got deleted from my account so here I am years later REuploading them again.

Yes I have the ending sorted out, a long time ago actually-enjoy the read!

-PA