A Thousand Years Of Waiting for Mr.Prince

Intro

Sakura Honda, a beautiful Japanese woman with many secrets. Although a public figure who represents her country (quite literally), she holds many duties and responsibilities. Like the other nations she holds the capabilities to express human emotion; to feel pain, hunger, happiness, anger, and the one she detests the most, love. 

One thousand years ago, when Sakura was still learning about the world, she had fell in love with one of king's sons. The love was mutual, and the couple would often arrange to meet one another often. However due to their social statuses, and the false reality of the two ever staying together,  it was impossible for them to be a couple. They didn't care one bit. It took reality a while to make the two of them realize, that they could never be...

One night, where they had planned to elope, the king's son did not show up. It was getting later by the minute, and by midnight, a messenger from the king's castle had been sent to Sakura to deliver the news, "The king's son is dead."

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As the clock struck 3:00 PM the meeting had finally ended, of course, the nations never finish on time, it was scheduled to end at 1, but with Francis and Arthur fighting, Feliciano going on about his love for pasta and cute girls, Alfred rambling on about "The Great Hero Plan!" (along with Britain saying it was a stupid idea, ect. ect.) this was to be expected. Sakura was not supposed to appear at the meeting, but since Kiku had went into his isolation phase, (once again) she was kindly asked to take his place. 

She organized all of today's paper work into a neat pile, as she stood up Francis practically embraced her from behind. "Sakura-chan~ Stupid eyebrows has been harassing moi," He made a pout, but Sakura continued to collect her things. He tried again, "Sakura, would you like me to escort you home? A beautiful woman like you shouldn't be walking home alone~" 

Sakura turned to him, wearing her usual emotionless expression, "Francis-san, I have not given you the permission to address me by my given name, I would very much prefer it if you were to call me 'Honda'." she bowed politely as she slipped out his grip and walked pass him and Arthur. "I apologize if I have offended you." As she opened the door she heard the usual quarrel between Arthur and Francis about what she had just said. "I envy them..."

She walked down the long hall silently, deep in her thoughts;

"I beg your pardon?" She wasn't sure how to react at the sudden news.

The messenger repeated, "I have told you: He is dead. In other words, he is no longer living, which means you will never see him again. All thanks to you." that last part was said with a straight face, Sakura could tell that she was very much hated by this man. 

She struggled with her words as she spoke, "D-Dead?" the messenger spoke once again, bitterly, "He is dead, gone. Murdered." a pause of silence fell between the two, and the messenger let out a small sigh, "I do not know how thick of a skull you have, but for someone like you, you are quite stupid. Let me explain how this whole mess started," Sakura nodded, "I-I'm listening..". 

"It began way before this prince was born..."

"Oh? S-Sakura?" Her thoughts were interrupted when she realized she had bumped into America, she bowed, "A-A thousand apologies, America-san!" she apologized quickly. The American chuckled, "Dude, no need to be tense!" he slapped her back friendly.

"O-Ow.."

"Huh? Did I do something wrong?" 

She made a mute chuckle at this, "No, nothing you did was out of that matter, now, if you'll excuse me." 

Alfred nodded, "Uh, sure thing bro." he made a small wave as Sakura quickly made her way outside. She was greeted by Feliciano who was waiting, "Veh~ Sakura! Would you like me to give you a ride home~?" he smiled happily, waving at her. "Kiku-san told me to refuse Feliciano-kun's offer for a ride... He seemed quite traumatized at the thought..." Sakura forced a small smile on her face, "No, it is alright, I will be fine on my own, thank you." she bowed as she continued to walk.