Goodbye.:EnglandxReader:.
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  • Reads 3,207
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 3m
Complete, First published Sep 10, 2014
You are a small colony that still belongs to the what used to be the British Empire. After conflicting emotions form the tears of your people and your heart's desire, you finally decide that it is time to gain your freedom. What will happen to the relationship between you and your love? What about your small country? Your people? Your fellow countries?
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