England was now surrounded by a few stone brick houses on a fire lit street. It was night and he was thankful for that. He knew he would stick out if anyone saw him in the angel attire.
Searching his premises he spotted just the thing he needed, a red coat British soldier. Arthur sidled against the brick wall, peeking around the corner at the soldier. He had to sound younger or his plan might not work.
He cleared his throat and hummed a small note to prepare. "Soldier!" the half asleep red coat stuttered to attention. "G-General Kirkland, sir!"
"I don't need any more lousy soldiers falling asleep on me! We are in a war man! Belt up and MARCH!"
"Y-YES General!" The soldier marched to the corner of the house and England bashed him on the head with his wand (mostly fist). He laid there, unconscious. "Ha! Never underestimate a British gentleman! Now for the uniform…"
England wrapped himself in the red uniform and left the defenseless man in his long johns. He planned to go undercover for the meantime. Attracting attention would lead to rips in time.
He knocked on the door of a nearby house. A husband answered the door, his wife in a rocking chair nursing her child by a fireplace was in the background. "How can I be of assistance sir?"
"What day is it and the time?" Arthur asked in a stern tone.
"Why I believe it to be March 4th, 1770. And it is about 10 at night."
"I see, thank you. But before I take my leave, would you mind mentioning what town we are in?"
"Boston sir. Did you need a place to stay? The quartering act is still in effect."
"No no. That's quite alright. But I would like to invite you and your family to a simple gathering tomorrow in the town square. It is required of all citizens to attend. That is all. Good night." And with that the door closed and Arthur smiled demonically.
He knew what he had to do.
Arthur searched out himself at a pub he remembered he had attended so long ago. He swung a hood over his eyes as he sat down at the bar and slipped the bar tender a note. The Brit quickly dashed off to the alleyway behind the bar. He heard the swing of a door as past self entered the scene.
"Are you the one who wanted to see me?" The past Arthur asked with caution.
"Yes England." "How do you know my country name? Who are you?"
"Who I am is not important right now. What I have to tell you is the of the most importance at the moment."
"Fine, continue?"
"Very well. I have a series of events and the dates that are soon to come true. I need you to listen to me carefully. Tomorrow, there will be a massacre in the town square. You are to kill as many citizens as possible. Even the children."
"How do you know this? Its rather skeptical."
"If you don't believe me just wait and see. Then you will." The future England turned away and walked out of the ally, leaving behind himself to fix the problem that would soon commence.
yea I know its a shorter chapter...