England followed France out from the carriage. Flying Mint Bunny flew down and flew around his head. "Mr. England! Mr. England!" It cheered happily. "Hello Flying Mint Bunny." England said smiling. He hadn't been seeing the bunny as much as he use too. Flying Mint Bunny always told him that they were visiting a friend, that was the main reason why England had come to this village before any of the others. France sighed and cleared his throat. "Could you refrain from talking to yourself, Mon amour. You'll scare the villagers." England looked at France and then glanced at the confused and curious villagers, clearing his throat as well. "Oh, um yes sorry…" He said and composed himself and stood next to France.
The preacher ran out from the church and toward the two. "H-hello!" He said slightly nervous and at the same time excited. England knew first hand that the villages rarely got visits from those of great wealth or important so when anyone arrives they immediately knew something horrible or something amazing was going to happen. "Welcome to our village." The preacher said to both England and France. "I am Father Malcolm." He added politely, becoming a bit more calm and refined. "Bonjour, I am Francis Bonnefoy a member of the French Royal Court and this here is my dear friend. Arthur Kirkland a high ranking Noble." France introduced using both of their human cover names. "Hello." England piped in a greeting to be polite.
The preacher looked shocked and surprised that two of such high nobility would come to his village. "What can I do for the two of you?" He asked eager. "I'm glad you asked." France said, England just allowed him to explain their well thought out lie. "The Queen of England herself has come up with a brilliant plan to accept one common present to enter the grand walls of the royal palace and learn and become a woman of nobility!" France stated and started to explain farther into him. England tuned out with Flying Mint Bunny tapped on his shoulder. "Mr. England, that's the girl over there." England followed Flying Mint Bunny's gaze and saw a beautiful young woman. She had (h/l), (h/style) (h/c)hair and bright (e/c). "Arthur? Arthur?" France said as he tapped his shoulder. "What is it?" England said and turned his head to look at France. "We have to pick one out now." He told him simply, England just nodded. "I'll line them up so you can see them." The preacher said and went to turn around. "Um, no need Father Malcolm." England said and looked over at the woman he was just staring at. "I believe I have found one that will be acceptable." He then walked over to the woman and starred straight at her.
"Her?!" The preacher asked both shocked and a bit appalled. "I'm sure you would want one of are finer girls, one who doesn't need to be taught everything about being a proper lady. This one has been under the churches care for ever. She hasn't been able to learn a thing other than how to handle a broom." England continued to stare at the woman. "I doubt she hasn't learned a thing. Even if that was so, she is the one." He repeated not wavering his emerald gaze from the woman's own (e/c) orbs. "We have much finer and smarter girls. Prettier too, are you sure you want one with no home or any wealth at all?" The preacher asked insisting. England fought the urge to smirk when he saw the furry and anger that enter the woman while the preacher was insulting her. "My, my Father Malcolm." He said in a bit of a taunting manner. "Are you arguing with a noble man? Are you going against the Queen's wishes?" He asked him challengingly and glanced at the preacher. Now panicked the preacher shook his head. "N-no! By all means no!" He said quickly not wanting to be punished. "Good…. Then you'll allow me to take this one." He said and looked back at the woman. "Come along." He said and turned around and walked to the carriage, not looking back to see if she followed. Out of the corner of his eye he could see France smirking a bit, amused by what he had just witnessed.
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You stood their completely shocked. You of all people had been picked to go and become a woman of nobility! "Go on!" Flying Mint Bunny said and gave you a little push forward. You glanced at your furry little friend and nodded, you began to walk forward and follow the English Nobleman. "Au revoir!" You heard the Frenchman say as you climbed into the carriage, Flying Mint Bunny flying in after you. "Sit." The Englishman, who you recalled him being introduced as Arthur said to you as he patted on the open area next to him. You did as he said and sat down, keeping your head down. Soon the Frenchman, who was Francis if you were correct, joined the two of you in the carriage and you were off. "So why did you pick this little beauty?" Francis asked Arthur, the smirk still ever so present. "I didn't want to stay there any longer and waste my time." He answered as he starred out the window. "I picked the first one I saw, that's all." He added shortly after. You frowned slightly as he said this, until Flying Mint Bunny whispered to you. "Oh don't mind Iggy over there. He has been a bit of a grump lately. He picked you because you are my friend and I asked him to come and pick you!" The bunny told you. You raised a brow at the name that the bunny had used. "Iggy?" You mumbled and looked at Flying Mint Bunny, who just laughed. "That's a strange name to use, isn't it." You said and smiled softly to Flying Mint Bunny, who only laughed even more.
You turned to see Francis starring at you like you were crazy and Arthur who glared at you a bit. "Like you have a better name." He scoffed at you. "Y-you don't even know my name." You pointed out to him realizing he hadn't even bothered to ask for your name. "Well then, don't just sit there all mute. Tell me what your name is." He said while still looking at you. "(f/n) (l/n)." You say simply, while Arthur huffs and turned back to the window. Francis watched amused. "Eh so tell me (f/n), Are all English crazy and talk to imaginary things?" He asked pointing out the fact that you had just talked to something he couldn't see. "Oh, so you can't see it." You say slightly confused. "Arthur could see and talk to Flying Mint Bunny just fine." You added and glanced over at Arthur. Francis just nodded and leaned back, it seemed you had just answered his question.
It was silent in the carriage for a while until Francis started to talk again. "So (f/n) tell us about yourself." He said to you. It was more of a command then a question. "Oh um well…" You said thinking. It was strange how whenever someone asked you to talk about yourself everything in your mind went blank. "Well I was born in 1856 in the village." You told them and thought a bit more. "I lost my parents when I was around the age of seven." You said and looked down sadly. "They were attacked by a wolf while out working in the wheat fields……. After that happened I was taken in by the church." You said as silence now filled the carriage once again. You held back your tears and took a deep and shaky breath. "I'm sorry chérie." Francis said to you with sympathetic eyes. You picked your head up and sat up straight, this was no time to cry and you had to be strong. "It's fine. It's in the past now." You say with your voice being emotionless. You felt Flying Mint Bunny hug on to your shoulder trying to comfort you. You closed your eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep as the carriage rolled on.
Even though it had been a good nine years you missed your mother and father like crazy. They had loved and raised you. They did everything they could for you. You could still remember all the little fights you had with them and all the times you had been mad at them. Now that you looked back at it the fights were small and never mattered. The reasons why you were mad at them, you couldn't remember half of them. You were just thankful to of told both your parents that you loved them the night before when you went to bed. God knows that you would of hared yourself forever if you at least didn't tell them that before they died.
