𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑹𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑼𝒑

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 1

.....

Ah, the sweet sound of silence. The constant ringing in your ear provides
the perfect white noise. Such a full feeling, at such a small cost. The quilt gently resting over my shoulders as my eyes remain still and closed. The soft rain pours outside, lightly tapping against the window.

I'll never leave this stage of pure comfort.

*knock knock*

Great.

"Excuse me, your majesty. The ball starts in three hours. Would you like it if I called the dressers to come and accompany you?" A muffled voice calls from the other side of my closed door.

I lift one eye open, groaning in annoyance.

"*Sigh*. Yes, go ahead. Don't worry, I'll get myself up." I reply, rubbing a hand down my face.

"Ah. Right oh then your then your majesty!" The servant calls from the other side.

I sit up, stretching out my arms and wings, sighing in relief. As I hunch myself out of bed, the cold air hits me. Rolling around me like a fog. I start to shiver, wrapping my arms over themselves.

I walk over to my mirror, gazing into my ruby red eyes and heavy bags under them.

"Stupid, bloody ball party, my arse." I curse as I furrow my brows.

Is a little peace and quiet too much to ask for?

*knock knock*

"Enter." I say, sternly.

"Ah, your majesty. You're already up, how wonderful! I've already called the dressers for you." The servant beams.

"Great, oh, and would you tell someone to bring up a cup of tea?" I ask.

"Why, of course, your majesty."

_______

I walk down the long flight of red carpeted stairs. My wings being so big that they slightly trail on the floor behind me. Along with my cape gently tugging along.

A servant at the bottom of the stairs heaves open the giant steel door and leads me to the carriage.

A slight anger takes over me for a second. Along with a pinch of confusion. I just hate get-togethers. Why not send a letter or something? Why must you have to see me in person to get a bloody message across? It's all so...time consuming.

I'm guided into the carriage by one of my loyal servants. It's quite a cramped place to be, especially when you have to sit there for God knows how long until you reach the end of your bloody country in order to get on a bloody stinking boat to then travel an even longer distance to get to some other asshole's stupid country.

I sigh in annoyance, rubbing my temples.

This can't get any worse, right?

_______

The night sky spreads itself across the horizon, with the gleaming stars dotted all over the place. I, of course, know how to read them like a book. It's one of the many things you learn to pick up whilst sailing around the seven seas. They're one of the only things I'd have ever loved. They bring peace to mind.

All the dozen of my guards swarm around me as we make our way towards the castle just ahead of us. This specific castle belongs to none other than the best enemy I have, FE. He's a twat, that's for sure, but I must say he makes life worth living. After all, what's life without a good fight?

But oh how I dread walking through those blasted doors. All the stupid glances I'll get. I feel nauseous just at the thought of it.

A guard steps forward and lays a single knock on the large steel door that was narcissistically painted golden. He then steps back, patiently waiting for a response.

The door clicks a few times before it's finally opened. A figure, around the same height as me, peers through a small gap. They have a navy blue waistcoat on with golden frizzles on it. And heterochromic eyes, one blue, the other red. I know exactly who it is.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't BE, ze old bird 'imself." FE says with triumph. A small smirk plastered on his face.

I frown in irritation as I hear one of my guards slightly snicker from behind me. I roll my eyes.

"I'm not here for your amusement, frenchie." I spit.

"Oh, so what are you 'ere for? To stand in a corner and frown ze entire time hmm?"

"Yes actually, that's exactly what I intended to do." I say, shoving past him.

I walk inside of the building, heading off towards all the commotion, I hear FE slam the door behind us. I signal for my guards to get to their places for the night. In response, they all scatter off, their weapons clanging together as they move.

After a few twists and turns, we finally make it to the main room. Where all that bloody noise was coming from.

Within the room, there stand a bunch of empires. A few of the faces are familiar to me. There's Spanish Empire, German Empire, Austrian Empire, Dutch Empire, and Portuguese Empire, him being my closest friend. But that's only the ones I know personally. I'm not even going to begin to list the absolute bullshit amount of other empires here. One of them giving me a glance thats looks far too nice to be a friendly one.

FE suddenly appears from behind me. He dusts off his clothes and ruffles his wings a little.

"Ah, bonjour, everyone! It is an honour to see you all 'ere. Now zen, ziz is a night to settle on some certain agreements, but to also 'ave some fun! So go ahead, 'ave a drink, and let your shoulders relax. 'Ave a good night everyone!" FE beams, his wings spreading high above his head. His golden feathers reflecting the light into my eyes.

He tucks his wings back and turns to look at me. Smiling.

"Well, I 'ope you 'ave fun." He says, placing a hand on my shoulder.

He walks away to do whatever he has to do. Leaving us all alone.

I sigh and walk off into the crowd. All the other empires had already started to chat to one another, which is honestly something I prefer. I head to a small table with drinks on it and pick up a glass of champagne, sipping it slowly as I keep my eyes on the crowd.

I wonder how long I'll be here for? An hour, four hours? A day!? Oh God I just want to go home. Why do I have to be here of all places? I just want to pack my shit up and go ho- *bump*

"Seriously, do any of you brutes know anything about self-awareness?" I say, pure venom dripping from my words.

I look up to meet the eyes of the one who pushed past me. He had a stern look on his face, his fire yellow eyes peircing into my own.

"Oh, my apologies. I did not see you there." He says, his thick accent penetrating me.

"You must be British Empire, da?" He asks.

"Yes, and you are?" I ask, still pissed off.

"I am the great Russian Empire." He replies, spreading his jet-black wings.

"Great, my arse." I murmur under my breath.

"Hey, you seem a little on edge. If you want, I can give a you much stronger drink than that." He says, a bit seductively.

It makes me shiver.

"No, unlike you, I have very important duties to follow." I say through my gritted teeth.

....

I think that shut him up.

"What's the matter, can't handle a drink?" I purrs.

That's it.

"Pff, please, I could handle much more than you possibly could." I growl.

He leans down to my face, smirking.

"Heh, bring it."