An English Nancy
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James Phillips was none too eager to go to the backwater colonies of America. At least he'd get to see actual soldiers up close and hopefully hear word of his Father having procured the wild lands he had so wanted. Until then he'd try not to be sick on the boat.
What use would an English boy be? If he wasn't swotty and oh so sophisticated, he'd be another vile soldier trouncing upon a land that wasn't theirs. Where was the nobility in that? Sarah may earn her keep as a simple chambermaid but she wouldn't have Ben Franklin's print shop degraded and destroyed. At least not out of malice.
A boy and a girl crossing paths in 1773 bearing witness to history and the birth of a country. What if the roles were reversed and James were the Loyalist and Sarah the spitfire Patriot?
For anyone who doesn't know what I'm blathering on about this will be a reversed roles AU for the cartoon Liberty's Kids.
As always constructive criticism is encouraged.
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