British Canada arrived by carriage a few days later under guard of an officer in red and his Governor General. He was quickly ushered inside under the lateness of the afternoon sun, while the twinkle of dusk fell easy over the sky like a blanket.
“My sincerest apologies for this urgency,” explained Adams even as he rushed down the halls. The boy trailing one step behind him could practically mirror their own nation in appearance. With shortened blonde hair and eyes only a little too bright to be human, there was no misdeeming that this boy was another part of the new world. Only in the small inconsistencies could one tell this part of America from their own. British Canada was of the same height as the United States, only the way he followed behind the founding father, head down, spoke of an insecurity that made him appear smaller, almost invisible in himself. He was quiet, from when he replied to their greeting at the doors, and courteous in all aspects that a proper British colony should be. And while those indigo eyes shone with the same brightness that America’s did, they lacked the curiosity that his brother’s owned.
“He’s been slipping in and out of consciousness for the past three days it seems…We really didn’t know who to contact. It’s an extraordinary blessing that you were near the diplomat building when our courier arrived, any longer and I fear-
“Well he’s been awake within the last night, between the hours of five and eight, so we were able to tell him that you were to be expected within the next few days. He hasn’t been eating much at all lately, and as such, he’s rather weak, but he won’t let anyone near enough to him. But he requested that he see you alone. So perhaps- Perhaps this is something that you’re kind can mend amongst yourselves.” He paused outside a door in the western wing.
British Canada, who had been trailing silently along behind the man stopped short, almost crashing into the founding father’s back. He quickly nodded his response when Adams turned to him.
“As such, it is all we can do at this point to respect his wishes, and - and hope for… any improvement. But for the time being-” he knocked thrice on the stained oak door, and turned the knob, ushering in the colony to stand in the doorway ahead of him.
“I, and a few other members of our congress will be discussing over some matters in a room three doors down on the right side of the next hallway. I have no doubt your own supervisors will be there as well. If not, you are free to ask one of the housekeepers where your room will be for your stay, they will assure that all your belongings are present whichever room you choose.” Canada nodded meekly, keeping a fixed gaze on the man‘s face. The man - Adams, smiled accordingly in a manner that showed his nerves.
“If you’ll excuse me then.” He gave a nod to the young colony and turned on his way.
1789 - Part 2
“My sincerest apologies for this urgency,” explained Adams even as he rushed down the halls. The boy trailing one step behind him could practically mirror their own nation in appearance. With shortened blonde hair and eyes only a little too bright to be human, there was no misdeeming that this boy was another part of the new world. Only in the small inconsistencies could one tell this part of America from their own. British Canada was of the same height as the United States, only the way he followed behind the founding father, head down, spoke of an insecurity that made him appear smaller, almost invisible in himself. He was quiet, from when he replied to their greeting at the doors, and courteous in all aspects that a proper British colony should be. And while those indigo eyes shone with the same brightness that America’s did, they lacked the curiosity that his brother’s owned.
“He’s been slipping in and out of consciousness for the past three days it seems…We really didn’t know who to contact. It’s an extraordinary blessing that you were near the diplomat building when our courier arrived, any longer and I fear-
“Well he’s been awake within the last night, between the hours of five and eight, so we were able to tell him that you were to be expected within the next few days. He hasn’t been eating much at all lately, and as such, he’s rather weak, but he won’t let anyone near enough to him. But he requested that he see you alone. So perhaps- Perhaps this is something that you’re kind can mend amongst yourselves.” He paused outside a door in the western wing.
British Canada, who had been trailing silently along behind the man stopped short, almost crashing into the founding father’s back. He quickly nodded his response when Adams turned to him.
“As such, it is all we can do at this point to respect his wishes, and - and hope for… any improvement. But for the time being-” he knocked thrice on the stained oak door, and turned the knob, ushering in the colony to stand in the doorway ahead of him.
“I, and a few other members of our congress will be discussing over some matters in a room three doors down on the right side of the next hallway. I have no doubt your own supervisors will be there as well. If not, you are free to ask one of the housekeepers where your room will be for your stay, they will assure that all your belongings are present whichever room you choose.” Canada nodded meekly, keeping a fixed gaze on the man‘s face. The man - Adams, smiled accordingly in a manner that showed his nerves.
“If you’ll excuse me then.” He gave a nod to the young colony and turned on his way.