Uk stared down at the shorter man in front of him. For a moment it was just them, nobody else in the hall. Him and France. The one he hated so much. He felt sick to his stomach, that frog dare come even near him, ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous!
"Frog!" Uk said, spitting the words out between his gritted teeth.
"Teabag." France has answered him at the same velocity. He hated that nickname, only he was allowed to have a nickname for France, not the other way around.
"Don't call me that." He said with a scowl on his face.
"Don't call me 'frog' then." France said to him, that scowl basically mirrored on his face as-well.
"I call you what I want." Uk incandescently growled.
"And so do I. We're even here teabag." France said, forcing a sly smirk on his face.
Uk was fuming, he didn't know why, it wasn't like France had done something to him- ever. Other than be annoying as hell and make his life a living hell whenever he's around...but he could guess those are valid reasons to hate on someone who physically hasn't done anything to you...wait- not France has once shoved him to the ground. He has all the right to hate on him, he hates France so much!
"Well, enjoy the ball. Have fun...while you can." He laughed before walking off, on purpose even bumping against Uk's shoulder as he passed by.
Uk clenched his fists, damn that bloody French. He glanced back once more before scoffing to himself and walking off to the furthest spot away from France.
Uk took a couple deep breaths, his fists still clenched, better make sure to keep an eye on France just in case he tries to get too close. He lifted his head, time to be the good prince his fathers want him to be.
He steadily walked over to the drinks table and grabbed a glass of red wine. He lifted the glass up to his lips and took a small sip while eyeing the people in the room. His eyes eventually landed on a pretty girl, probably around 21 years old. She had long blonde hair and so very gorgeous blue eyes. Now his chance. He made his way over to the girl, stopping next to him, putting on a charming smile.
"Good evening Miss." He said taking the girl's hand and bringing it up to his lips, giving it a soft kiss. The girl gasped softly before a gentle red blush spread on her cheeks.
"Hello.." She replied shyly, bringing her finger up to her blonde curls.
"You look absolutely divine tonight. May I ask you for a dance...miss-?.." He asked, smiling still.
"Miss Bella...and yes, of course you can...I assume you're Britain?" She questioned holding uk's hand as uk pulled her to the dance floor in the middle.
"Oh yes, that is me, the only one." He said wrapping an arm around his waist, and the other holding her hand, interlocking their fingers.
She smiled, her plump pink lips looking so kissable right now.
Uk lead the dance, pulling Bella with him to the slow music. She was gorgeous, definitely a woman uk would see himself marrying, his fathers too would love her.
The rest of the night uk spent with Bella. Mostly staying outside in the fancy backyard of the French royal palace. They walked together, enjoying the last peaks of the sun, while chatting and getting to know each other.
"So you say- you want what...4 children?" Uk asked amused.
"Yes! I want 2 boys and 2 girls! I'd name them Henrick, Dane, Galila and Esle!" She imagined, pretending to hold children in her arms while spinning around.
"Beautiful names." Uk sighed, this girl was the girl of his dreams.
"Oi!"
Both uk and Bella turned around, facing France, who was standing behind them, arms crossed and a sour expression on his face.
Uk's mood changed completely, his own face twisted into anger and he stepped forward as if to protect Bella.
"What do you want now frog." He snapped.
"Me? What do I want? You're in my garden, you don't have the right to be in MY garden." He emphasised.
"Oh listen here, you don't own the castle, your mother does, and as long as your mother does not tell me I cannot be here, I can! So screw off mate!" He warned.
France gritted his teeth. Uk asked for it...
He suddenly pounced forward, hitting a good blow onto uk's left cheek.
Uk's mind went black for 5 seconds and he stumbled backwards in shock of the blow, he quickly recovered shaking his head before glaring up at France. Without warning he too rushed forward, giving a hard punch back to France on the eye.
"Guys! Stop!" Bella screamed, stepping back and watching in horror as the two begun to fight, shoving each other, and hitting hard blows.
"You're not welcome here! Get back where you came from!" France yelled as he blocked one of uk's blows, instead ending uk kicking uk on the leg.
Uk lost balance and fell backwards on the ground, before he could get up, France jumped onto him, his fingers wrapping around his neck and strangling him.
Uk gasped for breath, kicking his legs, his own fingernails leaving nasty marks on france's arms as he tried to pry his arms away.
Bella kept screaming for them to stop, trying to pull France off.
All the commotion had grabbed attention from the other quests in the palace. The quests begun to pour out, in horror watching the fight go on.
Both England, Scotland and Mrs Francisco ran out.
"France! Let go of him this instant!" She screamed running down the stairs to the garden where the two wrestled, England and Scotland right after him.
Only when France heard his mother's voice he stopped, realising what he had done. He let go of uk's neck, leaving the other man gasping and coughing for air on the ground underneath him.
Mrs Francisco grabbed France by the arm and pulled him off harshly, shoving him aside to the bushes with Bella.
"Britain! Britain my son!" Scotland yelled running over and pulling uk into his arms sobbing.
"Your son nearly killed Britain!" England yelled into Mrs Francisco's face.
"I'm so terribly sorry! I promise he will be in so so much trouble!" She kept apologising profusely.
France stared at uk quietly. What had he done?...
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Fanfic~Uk (Britain) is the son of England, and Scotland. He comes from a royal family household as an only child. His family is respected and rich, and his father England is the King of Britain and Northern Ireland. France is the son of Kingdom of France...
