(This is it, guys. This is the LAST chapter of this story/AU.)
England tossed a coin back and forth, his father gave him some money to grab himself something to eat at the markets.
He found it weird how people thought that his father, Roman Empire, was some kind of monster. He was only scary when he was claiming or protecting land. Plus, he knows 100 ways to torture a human being.
"Hello, England." A fellow at the market said.
"Hello, Mr. Winn!" (Random name/person) The country waves. Everyone was nice to England but when they made a mistake, they would apologize endlessly, maybe it was because he was their country/king in a way, or maybe it was because Roman Empire was his father. No one knew that he was a softy, but hardly anyone had the courage to look for it. Everyone but England.
England kept walking until he got to his favorite place, Mrs. Flora's place (Random name/person). She was a farmer alongside her husband. She had the best-cooked meat England had ever tasted.
"Hello, Mrs. Flora," England said in front of her stand. She turns to him, she's a pretty plump woman with naturally curly hair.
"Hello, young country." Mrs. Flora wasn't afraid of him or his father so she was a pretty casual talker. "Want the usual?"
"Yep! Your best chicken and an Irish Salmon." The salmon was for Roman Empire because salmon was his favorite.
"Coming right up." She went somewhere to grab it.
England leaned against the stand and watched the life around him. He slowly turns to the right and sees another countryhuman. "Woah..." England whispers. The country had red, white, and blue on her flag and she had curly hair. She was so beautiful. She was looking in the flower stand next to the one England was at. She moves her hand around for a bundle she likes.
He stares, his flag turning red. His heart flutters and he smiles at the feeling. In a couple of minutes, Mrs. Flora snaps her fingers in England's face. "Hey, here's your food."
"O-Oh! U-Uh, wow, that was fast!" England stutters and takes the food. "Th-Thank you, M-Mrs. Flora."
Flora looks at who he was staring at. "You should get that girl some flowers."
"W-What?!" England's face turns redder.
"I've seen the look of young love, go up to her and talk."
"I-I can't... H-Here's the money." She looks at the coins then back at England.
"Nah, use the money to buy some flowers for the girl."
England looks at the girl, still doing the same thing. "I-I'll try."
Mrs. Flora takes the food so he's not just walking with a chicken and salmon in hand. England rubs his shoulder and stands by the countryhuman girl. He glances at Mrs. Flora.
"Oh, I'm sorry." A French accent said to the side of him. England turns and sees the girl. "I just can't decide on what type of flowers to do." She steps aside.
England doesn't reply. His heart is racing. "C-Can I get a bundle of Rambling Roses?" The worker nods and gives them to England. He breathes deeply and turns to the girl. "Th-These are for y-you." He holds his tongue.
"Oh..." The french girl says in surprise and couriously. She smells them. England stares in amazement, her beauty overtook him. "These are nice... thank you."
"Y-You're welcome..."
She smiles. "My name is France."
England calms down a little and smiles. "Nice to meet you, my name is England... France, your name is beautiful. I-I mean...!"
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The Runaway - CountryHumans - AU
Fanfiction-IF THIS BOOK IS SEEN ON ANYWHERE BUT WATTPAD, IT HAS BEEN STOLEN- 13 Colonies (America) has a great connection with his father, England. But when a sweet child becomes a rebellious teen who feels no one listens to him or understands what he's going...
