~Dance with me monsieur~|MLM|CH|Brifran|

~Chapter 1~ The ball.

Uk woke up to the sound of his silk curtains being whipped open, letting the golden rays of the sun shine in. He opened his eyes groggily, sitting up slowly as he was still blinking away the sleepiness from his eyes.

"Good morning sir." The maid who had opened the curtains said gently, bowing a little before carefully placing a tray of breakfast on his lap.

"Today's breakfast consists of fresh bread with ham, cheese, tasty butter and cucumber slices. Hot tea, your favourite, and a side bowl of fruits, such as blueberries, strawberries, mango, banana and orange slices, and your daily vitamins. Enjoy sir." She bowed again, before leaving uk to it.

"Agh...more bread, it's always bread! Why can't I have something else...like- like croissants or scrambled eggs!" He huffed frustrated and took a big bite out of the bread slice, he yanked his head backwards to get the piece easier as the bread happened to be awfully hard today, and instead pulling the whole piece of ham off and dropping it on his white night gown. He whined out loud with the bread piece between his teeth as he panicked, the butter smearing on the front of his gown.

He stood up quickly, not even trying to consider the fact that the tray was set on his lap. As he stood up, the tray flipped over, and all the tea, and the fruits smashed down on his bedsheets. He turned back around horrified as the tea stained the sheets fully, leaving an ugly light brown spot on the light covers. He rushed to rescue the bedsheets but instead hit his big toe on the bed corner and cursed out loud dropping the bread piece on the ground.

He sat on the bed with an empty yet furious look on his face. "What a bloody fucking amazing morning!" He cursed and stood up annoyed, he went ahead, removing the fruit pieces off the bedsheets and trying to find the small vitamin capsules in the sheet mess. He eventually managed to find them and placed the capsules next to the fruit pieces on the table. He pulled the dirty covers off and threw them on the ground still huffing and puffing annoyed.

"Always the Wednesdays...always!" He gritted his teeth before marching into the bathroom to clean himself up. No breakfast and a stubbed toe, what a fucking great morning.

It took him some time, but he's a royal after all, can't be looking all mushy- dushy, plus his fathers wouldn't like it if he wasn't looking his best at all times, he was a Great Britain of course, not some-...France, who always just wore corsets and white blouses with who knows what kind of bows each time.

"Britain?" Uk suddenly heard his father, England's voice from his door.

"Oh uh- yes father?" He asked, peeking out from the bathroom while slicking his dark blue, little wavy hair back with a brand new hair brush he had bought the other day.

"Oh you're awake! I was beginning to get worried. You do remember we have a royal ball today, it's in Paris, you'll meet Monsieur France there, how great!" England said cheerfully, adjusting his white curls.

"Ah France, that frog." Uk said simply, scoffing at the thought of that arrogant little thing.

"Britain! Language!" England said a little flabbergasted by the wording of his son.

"You can't call France that, I don't care how much you dislike the French prince, that is no way of speaking about him! Am I understood?" He said grabbing uk by his ear and pinching slightly.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Let go! Jesus Christ yes I understand!" Uk whined and pulled his ear away from his father, rubbing it afterwards with his hand.

"Good. Get ready now, we have to be by the port in an hour, be outside in 10 minutes." His father said before walking out to go get the horse carriage ready.