The carriage moved at an almost lulling pace, it was soothing and helped Tess to forget what had happened. Somehow, some way she had found herself in 1765. The thought was almost unbearable. The English major inside was jumping for joy; this was the stuff of novels; the history minor was wary. Not to mention she had watched plenty of Doctor Who know t there were fixed points in time, and well there was nothing that she could do to prevent what was about to happen.

"The American Revolution..." She clamped her mouth shut realizing that she had said that aloud. Glancing to Francis, she saw that he was asleep, or at least appeared to be sleeping. Stretching her arms, she began wiggling her toes trying to relieve the pressure of her feet which had fallen asleep.

Francis reached his arm out as a letter fell out of her coat jacket. "What is this?" He held the letter up; it appeared to be a new envelope complete with a hamburger stamp.

"I don't know." Tess shrugged curious as to how a letter had somehow appeared in her jacket sleeve, at this point nothing would surprise her. Leaning against the side of the coach she watched as Francis read the letter. His eyes widened, and he turned it over and read it again.

"What is your full name?" He looked at her with a newfound interest.

She watched him as he appeared to sparkle. The hell? Why is this dude sparkling? Shaking the thought from her mind she responded. "Tess Abigail Jones, why?"

"Impossible." He breathed before getting excited again, "where is it you said you were from?"

"Boston." She shook her head momentarily forgetting that she had just traveled in time. "Are you okay?"

"Oui je vais bien," he smiled waving the letter, "sorry I meant to ask where were you born?" He watched as she looked at him as though he had grown another head. "I realize that may seem a little ah, fouineur?"

"If you mean nosy, I guess it is a little, but that's okay." Tess was thankful for the welcoming distraction. "I'm originally from Plymouth, Massachusetts, but I grew up in Salem before moving to Boston for school."

France looked at her with a grin before laughing that strange laugh of his. "This is fantastique." He stuck his head out of the coach and yelled something to the coachman. "If you don't mind, I believe I know where you belong."

Tess watched as the seemingly calm man suddenly sat next to her. Scooting closer to the carriage wall her eyes widened as he looked closely into her eyes.

"What are you doing?" She felt a little insecure to have him so close in her personal space.

"Your eyes, I knew they looked familiar. Your eyebrows are quite thick but not too bad, and your hair it's unmistakeable." He said reaching a hand out to her head. Tess let out a yelp jumping to the other side of the coach.

"Woah dude, please tell me what is happening?" She reached a hand up to her dark hair suddenly upset as his accurate description of her appearance. "I'll have you know that thick eyebrows are actually in style. Would you like it if I were to start critiquing your appearance? Maybe you should shave your chin!"

At her exclamation, Francis threw his head back in laughter. "You most definitely have his blunt humor." After he had composed himself, he pointed out the window. "We're here."

Reluctantly she turned her head away from his scrutinizing stare and looked at the window. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the old city of Boston. The old buildings came closer as they passed through the city gate. She started in surprise to see British regulars in scarlet uniforms. Tess blushed as she saw one of them look towards her, looking at her hands she remembered that to them she appeared to be a young boy.

"Maybe not." Sitting back down she looked over to Francis to see him shake his head in amusement, "are you sure I'm not dreaming?"

"Oui, though I am something to be admired you are not dreaming."

Tess raised an eyebrow; she was now looking at him confused as to how his personality seemed to make a quick turn from quiet to glaringly narcissistic. He reminds me of Tamaki from Ouran. For all, she knew he could pull a rose out of thin air as well.

"Where are we going?" She asked changing the subject of the conversation and her internal monolog.

"I'm taking you to meet the governor. As much as I hate to turn you over to the British, I have no claim over you." He said ruffling her hair. "You are little Amérique's after all."

"Excuse me? I answer to no one." She said completely ignoring that he had touched her hair, after all, he is French.

"Mon Dieu," he facepalmed. "Stop with the pretenses, mademoiselle. Your kind has been popping up like incessant rabbits. Thirteen of you already not counting little Virginie's twin. Also, none of you appear to be children it is very bizarre."

Tess stared at the French man as he continued to ramble on about colonies, states, and nations. It reminded her of Becky, who earlier that week had introduced her to an anime called 'Hetalia.' That thought did nothing to calm her racing heart. Her head began to swim as it processed more information than she had learned in a full week of lectures at Harvard. She placed her hands on her head and began massaging her temples.

"Stop. Stop please!" She slammed her fist down on her leg causing her to wince. "This is not real. You are not real. I don't know what I'm doing here. Clearly, this is some bizarre reality show; I can't be in 1765. Time travel does not exist. It does not exist." Her heart began racing as she fumbled with the carriage handle.

Her hand was pulled away as Francis, or 'France' as he called himself, closed the carriage door. Tess yanked her hand out of his and glared, "thank you for helping me. But I have no desire to meet Governor Hutchinson; all I want is to get away from this." She said motioning to all around her. "This is not right."

The carriage stopped giving her a chance to catch her breath, looking out the window she saw a red brick home. "I am not going in there."

"I am afraid you do not have a choice. I do apologize." Taking her hand, he placed a gentle kiss before smiling sadly. "Mademoiselle, I know you have many questions, but I cannot help you. Governor Hutchinson is your boss, I am sorry."

Stepping out of the carriage he held out his hand to help her down; shaking her head in refusal, she tried to ignore the prickling at the back of her neck as she looked up at the house before her. Her heart was screaming for her to run, but it felt as though she had no choice but to go inside. She felt a hand wrap around hers, and she looked at the blond man he squeezed her hand in reassurance.

"Massachusetts," he addressed her formally. "It will be alright."

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Surprise! She is Massachusetts, you'll find out why she doesn't remember or why she didn't pick up on the fact that she was a state. I was not originally going to have Tess be a state, but the character had a mind of her own. Alfred if the personification of the United States, but the states were not always united, so in my personal headcanon it makes sense that the states would be personified.

I apologize if the reveal was a little hard to understand, and I also apologize if she seemed a little crazy. But I'd probably be shocked if I found out I was a state, I don't know about you, so it could be normal. Not to mention that she is a history minor specializing in American History so she is the only one who knows what is going to happen, and that is a lot of responsibility. At this point, the French and Indian War/Seven Years War just ended so France was just wrapping things up. I hope that kind of explains why he was there. Also, sorry if he seemed a little OOC I will work on his characterization. Please message me with any questions or ideas, if you have any, comments and votes are great too! :)