The Stories of America

Rise In Revolution

In Order of Appearance:
Northern Colonies: Alfred "Al"
Province of Pennsylvania: Will
Southern Colonies: Dallas "Dally, Dal"
Province of Massachusetts Bay: Jeremiah "Jeremy"
Province of New Jersey: Lettie
Province of Massachusetts Bay: Arthur
Connecticut Colony: Connie
Colony of Virginia: Jamie
Colony of British West Florida: Eleanor
Province of New York: Ren
Colony of British East Florida: August
Province of Maryland: Mar
Province of New Jersey: Nicky
Kingdom of Great Britain: Arthur
Colony of Virginia: Wes
City of New York Province: Ryker

In Order of Mentioned:
Province of South Carolina: Con
Province of Georgia: Georgie
Province of North Carolina: John
Lower Counties on the Delaware: Hen
Lower Counties on the Delaware: Adela
Province of New York: Monty
Province of New Hampshire: Cass
Colony of Virginia: Ken
Colony of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations: Pat

I hope you enjoy! Also, the title's a lyric from Rise by Skillet. Also, this was inspired by another fanfic by magicandlight.

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March 22nd, 1765-Boston, Province of Massachusetts Bay

Ever since he had found them, his colonies were always able to take care of themselves, to live among their own people.

Though he still can't help, but feel a bit tired when he wakes up to arguing downstairs. The colonies only visit him if something was wrong or if it was a holiday. Otherwise, it took extensive planning to get them all in one place, which means Jeremy or Will had been writing letters again.

Or perhaps both, he decides, after hearing how much shouting there was.

He quickly gets a shirt on and walks downstairs. They're all in the kitchen, yelling over top of one another.

Alfred sighs as Dally hands him a nice warm cup of tea.

"What's the issue?" Al asks, bringing the cup to his lips. They all snap their mouths shut.

"The taxes are the issue." Will answers.

"That's the issue?" Dally asks, "They're not even that-"

"That's not the problem!" Jeremy barks, "The problem is that we're being taxed without representation."

"It is not that big of a deal, Jeremy. It's just some taxes." Lettie drawls.

"Of course, it isn't to you." Jeremy snaps at her, "You're just a nobody who can't do anything and sits around all day."

"Jeremiah!" Arthur hisses, glaring at him while Lettie does the same.

"How are we going to get representation? We're just colonies." Connie inquires.

Jeremy opens his mouth before closing it, "I haven't thought of that."

"Like always." Lettie mumbles.

"Why you little-"

They start yelling over each other again.

Alfred sighs again and pours another cup.

May 15th, 1765-Boston, Province of Massachusetts Bay
The Quartering Act.

It's all anyone can talk about now. He can't have one conversation without someone bringing it up.

It was pissing Dasllas off, hearing people whisper about the Quartering Act nonstop.

It was starting to hurt his head. With all the talk of the Quartering Act from both the people and the colonies, he hasn't had time to really stop and think.