A few hundred years ago:
BE's pov:
"Kingdom, KINGDOM! Ugh, will you please, *struggling* just SIT STILL!"
"NO, I REFUSE. I WILL NOT MARRY THAT-THAT FROG!" My son yells in arrogance.
I groan and pinch my forehead, leaning back into my chair. Taking a few deep breaths.
"United Kingdom, you are to marry France whether you like it or not. It's for the greater good that our two nations finally get past all the pain and agony of our history-"
"By forcing us to marry!? Why don't you just sign a stupid treaty or something!"
I sigh again, placing a hand onto my son's shoulder. I look him deep in the eyes, tightening my grip alittle.
"Kingdom, I know this isn't what you want, but this is serious. You truly are taking a big step for this nation, and I appreciate that. But I can't have you acting so down about it. What do you think FE will think! Seeing you all gloomy."
My son's face loosens to a softer one. He takes a step back and glance to the floor, playing with his fingers.
"Ok, I'll do it." He murmers.
I take my hand from his shoulder.
"You did the right thing." I say, getting up from my chair and dusting off my cloak.
I walk towards the exit, my guards pacing beside me. I take a quick look back at Kingdom. His wings droop to the floor as he stands as still as a statue.
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A couple hours later:
(Still BE's pov)
We had arrived at the country of France. I must say that the journey here was....tolerable. A few of my men threw up over the sides of the ship, but other than that all was quite alright. I gaze down at my son, he doesn't at all look happy to be here. Oh well too bad, he didn't have a choice either way.
"Well if it isn't my old companion!" A voice yells from a distance away.
I swivel my head around to locate the voice's whereabouts.
My heart sinks.
"BE, you old ruffled up bird! It's good to see you again." RE shouts in my face, ruffling my hair. His accent peircing my eardrums.
"Charmed." I reply, not giving him any eye contact.
"Having fun making meaningless deals with the lower class~?" He asks, almost seductively.
"Having fun being alone?" I spit back.
He hesitates for a second.
"HA no! My formling, USSR, he's thriving at the moment, his land is expanding, and doing far better than your little troll is." He smirks.
"I'm betting all your land that it'll go to shit." I snicker.
He rolls his eyes.
"Speaking of formlings, aren't you supposed to keeping an eye on yours?" He grins, pointing to the ground.
'....shit, the little shit ran off.'
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UK's pov:
I run as fast as can, slightly laughing to myself. Glad I got myself out of that mess, now to find a way off this stupid countr-
*PAM*
"OH! Ze Prince, please forgive moi I'll escort you to ze palace immediately." The tall guard before me says, gently talking me by the wrist.
Before I can say anything I'm dragged to the palace, where my so-called 'husband' awaits for me.
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I arrive in the great Palace of France, the guard still holding my wrist. He leads me up a flight of stairs and towards a bright red door. He grasps the handle and pushes it wide open. And there stands a small figure, about the same size as me. Their hair was all curled and they had a slim grey-blue waist coat with puffy sleeves.
"Your majesty, zis is Prince France. Your future husband!" The guard says with a smile.
I grit my teeth as he pushes me into the room and slams the door behind me.
I fall flat on my face.
"Oh my! Are you alright?" France asks me.
"Yes, I'm fine." I say, in quite a sour tone, pushing myself up.
"Oh my, oh my, OH MY! You're so attractive! Your eyes are très beautiful! And your skin looks so smooth!" France beams, his face getting all pink as his eyes shimmer like a lake under moonlight.
It is quite adorable I must say, he looks like a puppy, but...I already have a place for someone in my heart, and that isn't changing. Ever!
"So, do you like red flowers or blue flowers? Do you like violin or cello? Do you prefer honey or syrup!? I WANT THIS DAY TO BE PERFECT!
"Alright, alright calm down. We can talk about all of this later." I say, putting my hands up infront of him.
'Jesus Christ! I can practically see his tail wagging.' I think to myself.
"I'm going to go for a quick walk, I'll be back soon." I announce, opening the red door.
France glares at me. "Ah okay! I'll be right here." He says with a smile on his face.
I smile back as I pull the door closed and sigh one I've done so.
'This is going to be a long day.'
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I walk down the long hallways of the castle, thinking to myself.
'How will I say this to Soviet!? Will he freak out? No no no, I'm sure he won't mind, I'll just visit him in secret. But France seems like an okay guy, and I don't want to hurt him. ARRG THIS IS ALL SO INCONVENIENT!'
I groan in annoyance as I pace around the building, biting the flesh off the tips of my fingers.
'You idiot, just get the bloody wedding over and done with, it's just a form of a stupid treaty anyway.' I say in my thoughts.
I swivel back around and head back to France's room.
And walk in on my Father and RE aggressively eating each others faces out.
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OKAYY IM SO SORRY FOR NOT EXISTING FOR LIKE ALMOST A YEAR!
It's rlly short and I'm sorry for that.
I will try to keep updating.
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Friends, Enemies, Lovers
Romance*THIS IS SHIT ITS OLD* Britain and Soviet have been friends ever since they were young, they both felt like they had finally found someone who understood them. And soon their connection became stronger, and the two had grown feelings for each other...
