The Shot Heard Around the World (Countryhumans American Revolution)

Enough is Enough

I got a little carried away with my headcanon of 'America can hear the States.' I have no regrets, though. I made my original headcanon way better. I'll update the headcanon in my book after I put this chapter up.

March 18, 1766

England had just given Thirteen great news. The Stamp Act had finally been removed. Now that that mess of an act has been cleared up, the tension in Thirteen's relationship with his father can cleared up. Thirteen's people can stop rioting, and things will calm down.

"Father?" Thirteen asked as he stepped into his father's office. Thirteen knew that everything surrounding the Stamp Act was complicated and that his father didn't want to remove it, but he was glad he did.

"Yes, Thirteen?" his father asked. Thirteen shifted his feet. Something in his father's voice sounded off, making him nervous, especially with everything happening nowadays.

"I wanted to thank you for removing the Stamp Act. I know my people-"

"Don't say that," Father said, cutting Thirteen off. Thirteen was confused. Did he not want him to apologize? Thirteen thought it would help improve things, proving to his father that Thirteen knew most of his actions were wrong.

Admitting that he was wrong and his father was right was always the best way to fix things. His father liked it when his colonies could own up to their mistakes and fix things.

"What? What do you mean?" Thirteen asked. His father couldn't be telling him not to call the colonists his people. Thirteen had always done that, and his father had never seemed bothered by it before. So it couldn't be that. It...it couldn't. Right?

'I think...I think we messed up.'

"The colonists. I let you call them your people, but with my American colonists thinking they're the only ones who can impose taxes, I've had to resort to other measures. Parliament passed an act allowing us to have a say in all colonial affairs. You have assemblies, but that doesn't mean you have more or equal power to Parliament. If you hadn't acted the way you had before, I wouldn't have to do this. I'm sorry, my son, but you brought this on yourself. Since you wanted to act like a child, I'll treat you like one." His father said.

'What the hell? What about the salutary neglect policy?'

'Our assemblies don't have power? Then why the hell would have them?'

'That fucking bastard.'

'Does he think the colonists will be peaceful after hearing that?'

'We have governed ourselves for over a hundred years, and now he wants to declare that invalid?'

'FUCKING BASTARD! THEY'RE OUR PEOPLE!'

'He wants to stop riots, and he does this.'

'Bastard infringing on our rights.'

'This is worse than the Stamp Act.'

'This isn't the way to bring peace between people.'

'After everything that's happened, this is where we end up.'

'Oh, man. Things just got very complicated.'

'Britain, you just messed up again,'

Thirteen was shocked, his internal voices shouting louder than they ever had. He was hit with a large and ever-growing headache, and he stumbled backward, his legs weak from shock.

"Thirteen, are you alright?" Father said. Thirteen shook his head, his hands shaking slightly, mind swirling with so many different thoughts and opinions.