White and Red

Chapter 1, They're Real

The sun wasn't even up yet over Great Britain, and yet the man himself was being harassed by his special friends that wanted to play with him.

"Britain o' Britain! Come play with us!" A certain bunny with wings and the colour of mint green giggled as the bunny nuzzled itself against the sleepy country.

"Please, just five more minutes, the meeting is today and I have to get ready!" Arthur whined and rolled over, trying to sleep some more.

"But Arthur, we haven't seen you in ages! Wait a minute...is that sleep in your eyes? Oh! The sandman did this to you, didn't he?" The Mint Bunny gasped, snuggling up into Britain's arms for hugs.

"Mmmm...perhaps. I'll play with you mates later, go ask Dylan if he's willing to let you watch him feed Draig or something...he should be outside shagging sheep by now." Arthur muttered before passing out again, much to the disappointment of the minty bunny.

"Oh...I suppose he's right. I'll go check." The little winged creature hopped out of bed and left the room, going out into the dark halls to search for the Welsh nation.

With the bunny now gone, England could now enjoy a few more minutes of sleep...or so he thought. As he tried to sleep, he suddenly felt his hair being played with by teeny tiny hands, prompting him to open up an eye, only to find a few fairies braiding and brushing his hair with the little doll brushes the leprechauns had given them.

"Aren't you supposed to be asleep with the rest of the children, my lovelies?" He mumbled, earning a giggle from one of the fairies.

"Not until you're fully awake and ready for the day, Mr. Britain!" The fairy smiled, using her entire hand to poke England's nose. "Besides, we want to know who that is." she smiled sweetly.

"Hm...? Who what is?" Arthur mumbled as he opened his eyes properly, looking up at the fairy that so delicately stood on the tip of his nose.

"That man, silly! He came in here and climbed into your bed after you went to sleep." The little fairy pointed over towards a certain someone who was still sleeping away.

"Hm...that's France. Now if you'll excuse me I need a morning frubes before I go absolutely livid on that chap. Come on ladies, let's go." Arthur yawned as he got up from his bed and headed down the hall to the kitchen, where he saw his brother asleep with his kilt on and his unicorn eating from the garbage can. "OI! Get your head out of that you bloody git! Alastor, come get Uni!" Arthur scolded, kicking his brother awake before picking the unicorn up and carrying it out of the room. "What have you been feeding him Alastor, trash? And why are you sleeping with a kilt on?" England scoffed, looking down at the Scottish man on the sofa, who simply flipped him off.

"I give up. You girls can treat yourself to whatever I have in the pantry, I just want a frubes." Arthur sighed, making his way over to the fridge to get himself some yoghurt for breakfast.

As Arthur prepared his morning yoghurt, he noticed a certain French man walking down the hall to the kitchen, holding a plate with a slice of toast on it.

"Ah, bonjour Angleterre. Did you know your brother took the toaster into his room?" France chuckled, handing England a piece of undercooked toast.

"I- ...I'm not going to question that. How and when did you get into my house, frog?" Arthur scoffed, taking the piece of toast and tossing it into the sink.

"Ah, your door was open and you looked rather cute sleeping away in your bed, so I decided to climb in. Do not fret mon cher, for I have not touched you, and I'm sure you will not have to make your bed, because I did it for you." France smirked, giving England a quick peck on the cheek before pulling back so he wouldn't get smacked. "Now I have to go and get ready for the meeting. Adieu~"