USUK/UKUS One Shots

My Colony (UkUs Lemon)

Warnings: Sexual content, strong language 

Summary: England maps his colony, though not his land ;)

Word count: 4,051

Estimated read time: 22 minutes

A/N: I've decided there isn't enough UkUs content in the world so here we go. God, I need a life. I also need a plot. This is short because it has, like, none. I'm sorry. 

There were a lot of reasons why England wanted to lay claim to the New World. 

The land was fertile, resources were plentiful, the natives weren't strong enough to keep them out, colonies could be built, and it could even provide a shorter passage to India than going around the tip of Africa. That would be great for the silk and spice trade and any European kingdom with a lick of sense knew that the New World was worth more than anything they'd found yet. 

It was a race to see who could claim the most land. France had taken Northern territories, discovering a young man he named Canada that had natural resources in surplus. Norway and Sweden had claimed even further north, but most of what they took was just ice. Spain had seized area further south, discovering island after island to take for himself. Portugal had some of the central section, also swiping some islands in the newly named Caribbean Sea. Even the Netherlands had plucked some islands from the New World and some stretches along the southern continent. Italy seemed to be the only power that hadn't cut himself a slice. 

England couldn't just watch while they bit off chunks of land. Besides, from what he'd seen and heard, all of the personifications across the Atlantic were very likable. France and Canada were already like family, Spain and Mexico were best friends, and Portugal was courting one of the islands. 

Leaving whatever personifications that were over there to France was almost cruel and certainly not very gentlemanly. And he was nothing if not a gentleman. 

A civilization called Roanoke was built, but things went poorly. They tried again and built Jamestown, which was much more successful. After his explorers and early colonists got their footing and it was sure that they would thrive, his king had asked him to go find the personification that must have manifested thanks to them cultivating new settlements. 

So England crossed the sea on a ship, feeling the addicting energy of adventure begin to infect him. They arrived after a very, very dull trip that almost killed his spirit. He wasn't sure if crossing the ocean was worth it after his third week of eating dried foods. 

His doubt was squandered when they landed. Just looking at his surroundings, he could tell that it would be the perfect spot for a colony, and after that, he could expand all along the coast. This would be great for his empire, indeed. 

The people there were happy and he liked talking to them, but they didn't seem to know anything about personifications, namely the one that represented their rapidly growing towns. The closest thing to a clue that he got was that there was a young man that lived with the natives without matching their skin tones. England concluded this man couldn't be an Englishman because no one seemed to know who exactly he was. 

On his own (he said soldiers may scare off the natives that he lived with and, therefore, the personification), England spent nearly a week in the woods, searching. He was attacked by local tribes twice, but they fled when their arrows didn't affect him, even when they lodged themselves in his body. It was likely startling. 

But then, one day, he was trekking through the woods, feeling very discouraged, when he saw a young man. His hair was golden blond, his eyes a dazzling blue, and his smile like a thousand suns.