March 21st 1777, pt. 1

I feel bad for Allard. It seems Emilia's death hit him very hard. I understand that she was his sister, but I never saw much of a relationship between the two. He hasn't been moping or whining, but he's been very angry and much of it is being directed towards Straw.

I guess today's events started midday. Allard was sitting on the floor writing. He seems to have taken a liking to doing so ever since Elder asked us to write for Christmas. I don't find it very fair that he gets to have as much paper as he wants while I can only have four or five sheets a month. I want to ask for more, but who am I to do so.

I was in the kitchen with my mother. We were making dinner for the rest of the house. I don't normally assist in the kitchen. I mostly clean and work out on the farm. Cooking really isn't one of my strong points. Besides, normally I am still at work when dinner is being prepared and served. And before then, I had always been cleaning.

We were almost finished. Our meal consist of a few meats, catsup, and some pancakes. I remember before the war, mother would always make us some fruit tarts. Now she sadly isn't able to. They were always my favorite food.

"Maybe if you had tried to protect her," I heard Allard say. That's become a common saying if his over the last few days. He waa talking to Straw. Allard has tricked himself into believing  it's Straw's fault Emilia was killed.

"Allard, please stop saying that," his mother said  "It isn't his fault. It isn't anyone's fault but that boy. What was his name? Ezekiel?"

I turned when I hear Ezekiel's name, although I can't see them. Why would it be Ezekiel's fault, I thought. It wasn't as if he shot her. Thinking back, I assume they blame Ezekiel because that is who Green was trying to shoot.

"If Alexander had been looking out for Emily's she wouldn't be dead," Allard said coldly.

"Now listen here young man." That was Night. He sounded very upset. "Stop saying those things right now." I did't hear Allard  for a while. When I finally did, mother and I were bringing the food into the common room where the rest are.

"Mama," he said. "If America won, would things be better?" Silence. If you ask me, the answer to that would be yes. Of course things would be better. For Americans at least. I don't know, or particularly care, what would have happened to the British.

Night was the first to speak to his son. "Why would you ask that? What makes you think so?"

Allard was furiously writing on his paper. "We wouldn't have moved here if America had won. We would've stayed in England. If we would've stayed in England, Emilia wouldn't have gotten shot by Mr. Eric." He paused, still writing furiously. "None of all this bad stuff would've happened if America had won. None of it."

Night seemed to be considering this. As it turned out, he wasn't very happy with Allard's statement.

"Alexander," he said. "How do you feel about this? Now that you're hearing someone else agree with you."

Straw looked in Allard's direction, though not at him. "As I said before, my loyalty lies with my country, but my love lies with Emilia."

"Is that so?" This was Sea. "Do your love comes before your loyalties? You put your emotions before your county?"

"As if you would know any emotions," Straw said.  "Yes, this is true."

"So do you not love your country?" Elder interjected before anyone can say a word.

"Now Caldwell, that is an entirely different topic and I do not believe we should dive into that." He paused and looked between the two men to make sure they understood. "What we should do is eat. These two ladies have prepared us a wonderful meal I'm sure."

As we were setting the food, I couldn't help but notice the glances silently being passed between Straw, Sea, Night, and Allard. They weren't friendly, especially between Straw and Sea. Night's towards Allard were more disappointed than cruel, however.

Dinner had been going quietly. I wish could have stayed that way, but the tense peace was disturbed by a single word.

"Anarchist."

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Sorry for the late update. This chapter didn't wanna write... Well thanks for reading. Just got home and I'm sleepy so could you do nee a fair a point out the errors. I'm probably not proofreading this chapter. (As if I do that to any of them) Thanks guys. Bye~~~