Guardian Angel

For youki-why, an amazing person, friend, writer and artist.

I wish you the best day ever, and for all the people in your life realize just how much you mean to them, and how much you make their day better just by being you. You deserve all of that love and more :3 ❤️

(If this sounds sappy, I am writing this at 1:20 am in the morning so I am not very conscious and my brain is very offline)

Here's your angst I hope you cry your heart out(affectionate)

To anyone else reading this story, hi. This book is made out of mostly youki-why 's headcanons for countryhumans, so if you'll like to know more about their version of characters, go check out their artbook!! It's filled with really awesome art and their angsty thoughts are Top Tier-

But just so you get the book, Britain has Dissociative Identity Disorder(DID) and his alters are England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland. He is stuck in a relationship with France, who is a narcissist and abuses him. So if you don't like those stuff or are uncomfortable with ideas of it, please don't read this if you really can't. (And also these are just headcanons and they do not define everything in the fandom)

If you have any other questions that I didn't answer or any warnings I didn't write down because I'm too tired to do so, please ask!

I hope you like this!! Enjoy!

Warnings: Unsympathetic and abusive France, past abuse/sexual assault, slightly touch repulsed character, dissociative episode.

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What if he hurts us? I should front, give me the controls.

No, I am going as myself and that's final. EU wouldn't hurt us, he's a nice guy.

A nice guy that's 3 meters tall and Double our height-

Britain sighed into his scarf and carefully walked up the stairs to European Union's huge mansion with both hands in his pockets. He couldn't have a normal, decent-sized house, obviously. That included the stairs too. Each step required him to stretch out his whole leg and hoist himself up, and by the third and final step he was exhausted.

He looked around, quietly and shyly pulling out one gloved hand from his coat pocket and reaching for the brass door knocker. 

Four times please.

That's way too many. The custom is three.

It's an odd number.

It sounds better than four. Too late, I've won. Maybe next time.

Britain started to shuffled around on his feet, trying not to look at his surroundings but feeling that anxious need too. What if he comes back. What if he called and there was no answer because he left his phone at home. What if the next plane here was in 15 minutes and he could get here in-

EU pulled open the door just a crack, but it was enough to startle them all and momentarily quieten everyone down. He tilted his head and opened the door wider when he saw that it was him, standing in full view and wearing a casual shirt and long pants. His golden eyes stared intently at him without blinking at all, no pupils or irises visible.

"To this day I still can't get used to looking at you." EU finally spoke up, monotonous and factual. Britain glanced down at his scarf, seeing mist from his breaths hovering over it and disappearing into the cool air. He was waved in, and immediately left alone outside with the door opened.