It was close to sundown at this time of evening. Everyone was rather eating a good hardy supper, or finishing up their work for the day. The evening was quiet with a slight breeze heard among the trees that somehow blew toward the beautiful white house with tall pillars, a bricked chimney on each side of the roof across from each other, a white fancy fence along the roof, and three entrances. The house seemed to be surrounded by short green grass at the front, and a few trees off to the side.
The brush of the wind began growing stronger when a young man on a horse swept across the landscape on its way to the huge house. The young man couldn't be older than 16, messy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, a pair of black trousers, stockings, boots, and a brown hat. He seemed to be out of breath as he harnessed his horse around a nearby tree on the right, tying it up good and tight.
At this point, an older man in a short white powdered wig opened the door, his eyes filled with surprise when he saw the face of the familiar young man. The older man wore a dark blue coat, white stockings, darker blue breeches, and black shoes. He slowly came upon the young man, noticing how troubled he seemed.
"America, what brings you here, old friend?" The older man asked.
America continued his panting, taking off his hat, and staring down at the green grass. As he held onto his hat loosely with two hands, the older man showed a very serious and concerned face, nodding.
"Come inside. Supper has just been made. I'll have my servants clean you up, and you can join with us to eat," the man offered as America nodded, then trailed behind the older man inside.
"Thank you, George," America replied, following three negro servants, or slaves depending on your point of view, who were hoping that their master would give them some shillings for doing some extra work. George tended to reward his servants, if they did some extra work like tending to his guests, or finding a lost belonging that belonged to a neighbor.
The large rectangular table was set with food made by George's and Martha's servants. It was roast beef, corn and potatoes with apple cider for drink. Everyone sat down to eat, George giving his three servants, who helped bathe America, about fifteen shillings each.
Slavery was common, mainly around the south part of the New England colonies. It had become such an everyday occurrence, that America can't pass by one plantation that didn't have slaves of the color black. George and Martha were no different. In America's mind, as long as the owners treated their slaves with some sort of respect, he never dared to judge. While slavery was life for the other Americans, including George himself, America knew there was a time slavery was never heard of. It all started about last century at the very colony he was in, Virginia.
There was a man named Anthony Johnson of Virginia, a former indentured servant and slave of Africa. Yes, he was black. He earned his freedom, and became a tobacco farmer, owning a plantation of his own. With owning plantations, he owned indentured servants, both black and white. During the time, it was common for plantation owners to own over hundreds of indentured servants of mixed skin color. One of those indentured servants was John Casor, also African and black. He was to serve under Anthony Johnson, like many other indentured servants, for seven years before being provided with supplies to own their own plantation, and live on their own.
John Casor went to Robert Parker, claiming that his seven years of service had been expired seven years earlier, and he was under Anthony Johnson illegally so he could work under Robert Parker. Anthony Johnson sued both John Casor and Robert Parker in court for this deed, demanding for John Cesor to be punished by becoming his slave for life. The court decreed John Casor to be Anthony Johnson's slave for life as punishment for his illegal act. This was the start of slavehood for many of the Africans, who came to the New England colonies. This slavery punishment eventually turned into permanent slavehood for anyone that was the color black, or were inside the cargo of every ship as slaves, and slavery became a major part of the life and economy of the southern colonies.
America was still working on finding ways to get rid of the idea of permanent slavery, though he was still young, he had hundreds of indentured servants of his own both black and white, and he wanted to spread his freedom to everyone. He knew that coming to his place would be expensive for the poor people of the world. That was why England gave America the idea of indentured servitude. It was a great way of giving everyone, both rich and poor, the chance to live in America, while still paying for the trip. Now, America was going to have to find another way of giving everyone a chance to live in a land where they no longer had to suffer from religious persecution or slavery of any kind. What kind of land of liberty would he be, if the people that stepped into his land ended up in more discrimination, persecution and slavery? It's bad enough he was having problems with Native America.
It was very quiet at the table, and George knew it was odd for America to not speak a word. This was aside from the fact that America came alone, without Canada or Britain with him. Then again, if this was any regular visit, surely America would've sent George a letter, or at least dressed in better clothes. America looked tired and depressed.
"This seems unexpected of you to show up without warning. I've heard there was trouble in Massachusetts," Martha started, showing her small smile.
"Trouble?" America simply replied, chuckling sarcastically. "More like we're in trouble."
"What's wrong? Why have you come here so sudden?" George asked with concern.
America forced himself to swallow the beef he ate, then replied, "we're at war."
"What?" Martha gasped.
"The regulars went to Concord and Lexington, Massachusetts to take our weaponry. I was spending the night with Sam and John at Boston when this guy named Paul Revere knocked on the door, and told us what happened. I got my gun, telling the two to head out to escape their arrest, while I dealt with the Tories," America started, taking another bite of beef. "I made it to Concord, luckily, then... i-i... I think I started a war with England." America held his head, a tear squeezing out, as one of the servants handed him a handkerchief. "Thank you, Miss."
"Oh Lord, help us all," Martha responded, placing her hands over her chest.
"You have our sympathy, America. I don't believe any of us wanted this to happen. I didn't think this would ever happen. You and England... you're like... brothers."
"I know! I jus-" America said, covering his face. "I was trying to let King Georgie know that he can't take advantage of me like I'm cattle, and it led to this. England wasn't even involved in that charade, and now I've forced him to put a gun to my head and... I- I don't know what to do! I can't go back home, now that war has started. I have nowhere else to go."
"So, you came here?"
"Yeah... nobody would expect me to be in the Tori colony of Virginia, and you're the only one that knows about Britain, Canada and I, besides the delegates and good ol' Benjamin. Though, Britain knows about Benjamin or you knowing."
"So, Benjamin found out?"
"Nothing gets past him, especially since he's the one that I pay for my spectacles, and... other reasons," America said, then let out a sigh.
"Why don't you tell us what happened in complete detail? I'm curious as to know why you believe this is your fault."
America looked down at his food, eating another bite. Then, he said, "we can talk after we eat. I'd like it to be discussed privately..." he eyed at the servants around the dining room.
"Don't trust my servants?" George smirked slightly.
"I honestly wish that would be the case," America said, taking a bite of potatoes. "It's a very hush subject, and I'd hate to give anyone else anymore stress than I already am giving by announcing 'we're at war.'"
"Understandable. We can discuss this in the guest room with no one, but us. I know this has be hard on you," George said in pity as America nodded.
"Thank you," America thanked, then beginning eating as much as he usually does. "Mmmm, this is good." He looked at one of the servant women. "Tell the cook I said, 'thanks.'"
"I'll be sure to tell her, Mr. America," the servant woman said with a bright smile.