COMPLETED!!!
"Alice, where the heck are we?"
"I don't know, Amanda, but all I know is that we are screwed." I looked at my best friend, and shook my head, trying not to let any of my fear or confusion show.
"Gee, thanks for your positive input...
Days passed, and the siege was still going strong. Sadly, (for the British anyway) Simcoe and Arnold's plan did not work out the way they intended it to, thanks to the efforts of a certain group of four. Still weak, George and Alice managed to return to battle and fight almost as well as they normally would, only gaining small injuries.
The army as a whole, who had been slowly losing hope every day their General and his intended didn't return, were pushed back into action by their arrival. They presented one complete united front, something that had been unheard of before, and managed to successfully drive the Redcoats back.
Finally, on the eleventh day, the world truly turned upside down.
A young British soldier climbed up, and pulled out a white flag, waving it in the air wildly. All around him, fighting stopped as black and white soldiers alike stared in shock at the flag.
Ali's POV
We had won the war.
The war was over.
George and I gazed st each other, but eventually lost all our composure as church bells (ha ha... Bells) rang in the distance. Eventually, he pulled me into a tight embrace, and we said nothing to each other. Tears of joy expressed what we could not.
"George, I told you we would survive!" I crowed gleefully, breaking the hug and poking him in the chest.
"Oh shush! I am just glad that Simcoe or Arnold did not murder us when we were captured." George shot back, grinning.
"Stop it," I said, and his only response was to pull me in close for a kiss. My first kiss.pp
"MES AMIS!"
f whirled around, breaking the kiss, and there stood Gilbert, with the others.
"Marquis," George breathed, and the two shared another hug. I stood over them, smiling at the happy scene, yet still weak on the insider from the kiss.
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(A/N: See look I have a pic ❤️)
Who knew that the person to give me my first kiss would be the General of the Continental Army, whom I had been led to believe was much older than me? Who knew that he would be such a good kisser at that? Well, that came out kinda strange... heh heh.
Laughing, George pulled me into his hug with the Marquis, and I stumbled, eventually joining them.
"Oh, I can't believe we won! I mean, I knew it would happen, but-" George cut me off, placing a finger on my lips as we picked ourselves off the ground.
"Shh. I know what you mean." He whispered into my ear, and I looked lovingly into his eyes, which were dancing in the sunlight.
Suddenly, there was a bang.
A scream rippled through the air, and I jumped. I knew that voice.
Mandy.
Oh, shit.
George and I glanced at each other, and tried to run as nonchalantly as possible, without drawing attention to ourselves, to where the sound had come from.
"Damn it, Mandy! Stay alive for just a while longer!"
My heart clenched as I heard Ben's agonized voice, and George put a firm hand on my shoulder, yet I could tell he was just as deeply affected. He hated seeing any of his "sons" this dejected.
Mandy had fallen to the ground, gasping. Ben knelt beside her, trying not to panic but failing miserably.
"General Washington! Major General Bell!" He said in relief as he saw us approaching, hand in hand. "Finally some help!"
"What happened here?!" I asked urgently, kneeling beside my friend, who had fallen asleep in an attempt to quell the pain.
"One of the higher-ups in the British army -possibly Arnold himself- shot her just as they were retreating. We were in the middle of enjoying each other when it happened. Damn those Redcoats!" growled Ben, and I felt rage inside me. Damn those Redcoats indeed!
Ben carried Mandy bridal-style to the medical tent, and we let the nurses take it from there. Well, George and I did anyway. Ben stayed by Mandy's side the whole time the terms of surrender were being figured out, not leaving her once.
We negotiated the terms of surrender.
I saw my fiancé's smile
We escorted their men out of Yorktown
They staggered home single file!
Tens of thousands of people flood the streets
There are screams and church bells ringing...
And as our fallen foes retreat, I hear the drinking song they're singing
The echoes of the glum British soldiers' singing rang through the air as I indulged myself in giving my intended another kiss on the cheek. He blushed profusely, covering it up quickly as he signed his name on the treaty, loud cheers erupting from the people watching. He raised his hand toward them, and waved, a huge smile appearing on his face. Look at my soulmate! Pride is not the word I'm looking for!
Three days after The Surrender, I was in the medical tent with Mandy, who was still recovering from her wound.
"So." She croaked, her voice hoarse after a week of silence. "Have you decided when the wedding would be?"
"Actually, as a matter of fact, we have."
"And, when is it?" She asked, grinning.
"It will be on July 4 of this year." I answered, smirking.
Mandy burst out laughing, clutching her side. "Of fricking course it is. Why the heck am I not shocked at all? I would have expected nothing less. Was it your idea?"
"Actually no, believe it or not. It was mostly George's idea." I chuckled, tossing my hair back to keep it out of my face.
