My little Revolution: Britain and Her Colonies

by batran


The South were the real Revolutionaries

This story is not intended to offend anyone from Tennessee!

A green pony with a short golden mane in a blue uniform sat with his friends by the fire who were wearing the same thing beside the grey ones on the other side. He coughed violently, this notified the others that he is not feeling well. But they don't have a doctor, which doesn't help this poor teenaged male.

" 'Ey Philips, are you feeling okay?" asked the Blue pony who had a silver and gold mane, Elmer Gauss of Nevada.

"I-I am fine, don't worry about me..." replied the Vermonter, but then coughed again. Which concerned the others, but when dear Samson Adam Philips said he is feeling fine, then they should shrug it off. Because they know not to provoke him when asking too much.

"So Samson...?" The Green Unicorn looked at who had just called him by name. He had a yale blue coat with Californian gold mane, who also known as Grain Frederickson, of California. "Why did you get 'Adam' in your name?"

"Well..." Samson started, "My dad said it is to honor my great grandfather's brother when he disappeared in the battle of..." He trailed off, but then suddenly he forgot. He had known this for months but he keeps forgetting important things occasionally, and this isn't the right time for that. He then scanned his memories leading up to the moment before remembering, "Brandywine Creek, I think. It has been going on for generations leading up to right now I suppose."

"So where are you guys from?" asked Elmer, "I am from Nevada!"

"I'm'a from California." said Grain Frederickson,
"West Virginia, We shall replace Virginia!" said Michael Bloon Garnett,
"Oregon." said Edward Joesph,
"Kansas, it is very bloody there lately..." came a reply Henry Hickerson, and so on and so forth. The introduction is too long that it bored some of the soldiers who already had mentioned their name (go check the author's notes in the third chapter if you want to see the whole introduction).

"Wait hold on..." said the Oregonian, waving his hands to get the others' attentions, "All of us came from separate states, it is impossible for that to happen. Coincidence? I think not!"

The West Virginian rolled his eyes before putting logic into his words, "Well somewhere in history have a chance to have it, and I think it has chosen us...."

"Well we all came from the Battle in Franklin county..." the Nevadan added in.

"Hey guys! I got an idea!" said Alabama, "since we all came from different states, I think we should call ourselves from our home state! And also because I like codenames..."

"I think ve should." Agreed Louisiana, "And also ve need to find out what the hell are ve!"

Tennessee then got a brilliant idea and raised a hoof before a couple others of his comrades shot him a look. He frowned and looked hurt as his idea fades away.

"Why are you guys being mean to Tennessee?" asked Vermont, feeling concerned for him.

"He is annoying and immature as crap!" answered Arkansas. The White and Orange pony who had been insulted had tears forming in his eyes. But his allies doesn't care for his feelings. It's only rumors...Misunderstandings... Tennessee thought.

"Well I think we should move and find a town to help us." suggested Florida

"B-but, that's what my idea is-"

"SHUT YO DAMN FLAPPER, YOU ASS!" snapped Alabama directly at Tennessee. Which made everyone jump while the victim whimpered and shrank down in his seat.

"Ah think we need to git a move ahn." Suggested Texas, trying to calm Alabama down by getting his mind off of Tennessee. He received a several nods, including Alabama. They then finally decided to start packing and moving. Kansas took down his handmade tent before a little crack made him fall down it sudden pain. It turned most of the heads.

"Kansas!" shouted Minnesota before running to his fallen friend.

" 'Ey, don't worry about me." Said Kansas before getting back up.

"Why did you fall?" All eyes then focused on Kansas. Who sighed and sat down and started explaining why.

"Well, in the time during 1855, my state was voting to be a slave or free state. But a couple(over 5,000) of pro-slavers came over from Missouri and illegally voted. The vote had passed for Kansas to be a slave state. Which outraged everyone, besides the south, because they cheated. So then it started a conflict within' Kansas and with Missouri. They tried re-voting but the slave-supporters won every time. Eventually the war ends when the Abolitionists got their way. I was one of those northerners who were looking for battle for the south when I found out my state reached statehood. We most fought here and there. I was injured during those conflicts, I lost a lot of blood from that day. And I never seemed to recover, but doctors say that I would get better in a few years. But even if I am young, I must help establish a home we could live with. Because I won't move out of the territory I was born in."

As soon as he finished his story, all the states already sat down. They apologized for his blood loss and got up to finish packing. After several minutes of packing, they finally were ready and started moving out of the forest.

"So Tennesse..." Vermont said while catching up with Tennessee. Tennessee grimly looked up to Vermont, "Why do people think your annoying?"

"Uh," Began Tennesee, "Well, during my first time in the army, that was back in 1862, I was very social and willing to make new friends. People who doesn't like my positive attitude labeled me as annoying. Which spread and followed me since."

Meanwhile, in the back of the group. Nevada stopped from time to time to dribble, with a pencil, on his journal. After he found out that he can use his hooves to write, his handwriting became slightly sloppy. Arkansas noticed this and started to get curious of what he is writing about.

"Nevada, What are you writing about?" he said,

"I am writing in my journal also I am trying to write a story about my adventures in this strange forest." Responded Nevada, in his Spanish/Mexican accent, "quite intriguing and er..." he suddenly stopped lost in thought before continuing with a grunt, "ugh, need more English words..."

Arkansas chuckled and grinned. Everyone stopped and fell into silence when they heard a faint gunshot in the distance. A couple of them mumbled.

"Hmph must be a battle," Said California, "I didn't know these.... beings" he gestured to himself, "have guns..."

There was a momentary silence before the gang continued their path out of the forest. Luckily they haven't ran into any creatures of the dark yet....?