This is continued from here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10456.html?thread=24755160#t24755160
Sorry it took me so long for this. My historical!hetalia muse wasn't working right. Of course, if at 1776/Hetalia crossover could be truly historical. This is for the historical!anons and the musical fans.
I know it's starting out a tiny bit slow, but I promise, next part is better.
--------- The next morning, he decided keeping silent was quite overrated. “We’re going to go see Benjamin Franklin. I get to meet Benjamin Franklin.”
“I thought we agreed on no talking,” Adams said, more amused than angry at him.
“But-but…Benjamin Franklin!”
“Speaking of which…” They had entered the green in the middle of the city, and Adams must have spied him, because he started shouting, in that loud voice of his, “Franklin! I see you hiding behind that tree! It won’t do you any good!” America stifled laughter, and followed after Adams, who stomped over to where Franklin was having his picture painted.
“Franklin, where were you last night? You should have heard what I suffered in there.”
“Of course I did, along with the rest of Philadelphia.” He turned to America, who was staring at him. “And who is this?”
“Alfred Jones. He practically fell on me last night on the street and seems to feel like following me about. Can’t get rid of him,” Adams said, distracted. “He doesn’t matter right now. Franklin, what are we going to do?”
Franklin wasn’t listening, just got up, and walked over to America, who almost felt nervous. Almost. “You seem familiar.”
“You’ve never seen me before,” America returned. This was actually the first time he’d been in Philadelphia, so it was true. All of this time, he’d been shut in his house in Virginia or in the company of England. This was the first time he had snuck out on his own.
“That’s strange. I have a feeling I see you every day,” Franklin said, and then turned to Adams, who was anxiously trying to get his attention. They started to walk towards the fountain, and America trailed after, distracted and worried. That remark was not a good sign. Especially since he knew Franklin traveled in Europe and was well read. Had he somehow heard something, a whisper? Did he know he was, well, America?
“Get someone else to put forth the motion,” America heard Franklin say, and jogged to catch up to them. Get somebody else to try to ask for independence? Well, it was a good idea, because most of the delegates didn't like Adams hounding them about it. Perhaps it would work if it were somebody else.
“…Who did you have in mind?” Adams asked finally. Franklin shrugged and bent down to sniff a lilac.
Vote Yes For Independency [2a/?]
Sorry it took me so long for this. My historical!hetalia muse wasn't working right. Of course, if at 1776/Hetalia crossover could be truly historical. This is for the historical!anons and the musical fans.
I know it's starting out a tiny bit slow, but I promise, next part is better.
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The next morning, he decided keeping silent was quite overrated. “We’re going to go see Benjamin Franklin. I get to meet Benjamin Franklin.”
“I thought we agreed on no talking,” Adams said, more amused than angry at him.
“But-but…Benjamin Franklin!”
“Speaking of which…” They had entered the green in the middle of the city, and Adams must have spied him, because he started shouting, in that loud voice of his, “Franklin! I see you hiding behind that tree! It won’t do you any good!” America stifled laughter, and followed after Adams, who stomped over to where Franklin was having his picture painted.
“Franklin, where were you last night? You should have heard what I suffered in there.”
“Of course I did, along with the rest of Philadelphia.” He turned to America, who was staring at him. “And who is this?”
“Alfred Jones. He practically fell on me last night on the street and seems to feel like following me about. Can’t get rid of him,” Adams said, distracted. “He doesn’t matter right now. Franklin, what are we going to do?”
Franklin wasn’t listening, just got up, and walked over to America, who almost felt nervous. Almost. “You seem familiar.”
“You’ve never seen me before,” America returned. This was actually the first time he’d been in Philadelphia, so it was true. All of this time, he’d been shut in his house in Virginia or in the company of England. This was the first time he had snuck out on his own.
“That’s strange. I have a feeling I see you every day,” Franklin said, and then turned to Adams, who was anxiously trying to get his attention. They started to walk towards the fountain, and America trailed after, distracted and worried. That remark was not a good sign. Especially since he knew Franklin traveled in Europe and was well read. Had he somehow heard something, a whisper? Did he know he was, well, America?
“Get someone else to put forth the motion,” America heard Franklin say, and jogged to catch up to them. Get somebody else to try to ask for independence? Well, it was a good idea, because most of the delegates didn't like Adams hounding them about it. Perhaps it would work if it were somebody else.
“…Who did you have in mind?” Adams asked finally. Franklin shrugged and bent down to sniff a lilac.
“I don’t know. I haven’t given it much thought.”