Konnichiwa! Happy England's birthday! (Had to say it, I'm such a fangirl!) To celebrate, I thought I'd upload the start of this short Fanfiction. I think the pairing is what you'd call a FrUKUS. Hehe, it's such a funny name.
This includes fem!England, but she's the only genderbent one. I felt it would work so much better with a girl. A guy wouldn't be able to pull off some of the scenes in this thing. Also in case you're new, the name used for female England originally belongs to the creative genius escritoria. I've just gotten so used to using it. You know, Britain- Britain-ny? Brittany Kirkland!
Just to help you guys out, the normal italics are generally England's thoughts and the ones in bold italics are America's. Most of this story will be from America's point of view anyway. So without further ado, let's begin!
Tanoshimu!
There's no other alternative. No way around it. From here on in, all my attempts to pursue him shall cease, I don't want to be unfaithful or I'll risk losing this. I'm so sorry. At least you'll be free of my annoying attempts to get you to like me.
Alfred, I'm sorry.
Having no other alternative, the young Englishwoman approached the dreaded chateau and reluctantly knocked upon the door. A young French maid answered the door, saying 'Oui?' and popping her head around the door to see who it was.
"Ah, mademoiselle Angleterre! Come right in." She opened the door wide.
She slowly walked in, dreading what would happen inside and she wondered if she would ever be able to emerge alive again...
Ah, I just have to see her again! We don't usually get together to talk much but when we do, I always have the time of my life... I like her more every time I see her... But I always feel really embarrassed when I'm the one that's asking her. So I always have to wait until she asks me. But... This time I won't chicken out! I'm the hero after all!
Brittany Kirkland! I'm coming to see you again!
Dreading every step she took, the Brit proceeded along the hallway, trying her hardest to maintain her cool exterior, the tough outlook of the British Empire but... Inside she was falling apart, hating the very idea of what she was about to do.
The maid gestured to a large and impressive door- presumably belonging to the man she was looking for. She bowed to the green-eyed country politely.
"'Ere we are. You can go straight in." She explained, speaking with a pretty French accent.
"Thanks..." Britt muttered politely.
She left her by the door so that she could go clean the statues that the house owner had displayed in his hallway. The Brit sighed with a sad air about her before reaching to turn the door handle.
She peered in and looked around. There on the sofa with a glass of wine in his hand, lay the long-haired frog that he had been looking for.
"Ah, Angleterre! I 'ope you 'ave come to talk about my... Business deal." The Frog chuckled.
"As a matter of fact Francis, I have."
"Ohohon... On a first name basis are we? Well come in, 'ave a seat."
Meanwhile, in America...
"Hey Kiku!" Alfred cheered.
"Oh... Konichiwa America-san." Kiku responded.
"Dude, d'you know where Britt is? I've been trying to call her for about an ho-"
Alfred stopped. True, he had been looking for Britt for about an hour but he didn't want to admit that to Kiku because then he'd realise he had feelings for Britt.
"I've been looking for her for a while." Alfred corrected himself.
"Igirisu-san? I think I saw her walking to Furansu-san's house." Kiku told him.
Francis Bonnefoy. Alfred wondered angrily why Britt would ever want to go to his house. He tried to hold his tongue politely around Francis but in truth he really disliked him because he knew that Francis liked Britt. Whether Britt liked Francis back, Alfred wasn't quite sure but he always tried to keep the two apart.
"America-san? Are you still there?" Kiku asked.
Then Alfred realised that he hadn't spoken in a while and that he had to go save Britt from Francis's evil clutches. If that Frog-face got his hands on his Britt then he'd go crazier than Italy did when he sampled British food.
"Sorry Kiku. Gotta go." Alfred said quickly.
Alfred promptly hung up, ran downstairs and out of the door, grabbing his jacket as he went. As he ran off, leaving a trail of dust behind him, he thought about what Francis might be doing to his precious Britt and hoped with all his heart that he'd make it in time.
When he reached the house he was just about out of breath but he still had enough energy to break down the door and speed down the hallway. Finally he reached the door to France's bedroom and he impressively broke that down too.
They must be in here. If Francis had Britt coming round then they'd obviously go into the bedroom. Francis... That dirty pervert. If he lays one finger on Britt then I'll-
"Ah, l'Amérique. What a nice surprise. Truly, c'est magnifique." Francis smiled.
"Shut up Frenchy! I'm here to-!"
But then America stopped talking for he saw the position Francis and Britt were in. Francis had Britt's hand in his and Britt looked like she was trembling in fear and her expression was very sad. In Francis's spare hand he held a small box. A box small enough for...
No...
Alfred's eyes trailed up Francis's arm, inwardly hoping that the box in his hand didn't mean what he thought it meant.
No it can't be...
Then he saw Britt's hand. Upon it was a silver ring with a sapphire stone sparkling inside it. It looked beautiful, but that ring could only mean Alfred's worst nightmare.
Britt had accepted Francis's marriage proposal.
"I came to... Have dinner." Alfred said quickly to avoid suspicion.
"Ah tiring of ze old burgers are we? No worries, I shall cook ze zree of us a delicious French delicacy..."
Francis went on to describe the dish that he would be cooking but Alfred wasn't listening. He was staring at the shining silver ring upon the girl's finger. If he stared hard enough, he could see his own reflection, showing him his sad face.
He looked up at England, who looked just as sad as he did... But why? This marriage between England and France would end her money troubles and there were rumours that Alfred didn't want to believe about the two loving each other secretly. Why did Britt look sad?
"What are you looking at?" Francis asked.
He followed Alfred's direction of his pupils to realise that he was staring at the engagement ring on his fiancée's finger.
"Ah zis?" He laughed, lifting up Britt's hand. "Oui Amérique, it is true. Me and Brittany are going to be married zis Saturday."
Brittany? They're on a first name basis now?
"I'll be back in a minute, I'll leave you two to chat." Francis smiled.
Francis left the room looking extremely bubbly and happy. Alfred could understand why but what he didn't get was why Britt looked so miserable. The two nations sat in silence, not speaking until Francis came back in. Britt stared at the dish and pushed it away and Alfred, not really wanting to eat after hearing the news, pushed the plate away and left without a word.
What's wrong with me...? I just rejected a plate of food... I really am messed up. I really like Britt but... She's getting married to Francis now. I can't change that.
Alfred then proceeded home. He stayed in, not answering the phone to anyone despite the fact that it kept ringing several times every few minutes. Alfred just continued to play on his game, hoping to distract himself from the problems in the real world.
Sorry if that was a little short, I promise the others will be longer. After all, this is just the prologue.
I figured a genderbent England would be better to use because she'd probably go through with the whole wedding ceremony. Arthur would probably just sign a paper and that would take away the whole drama from the thing. I think this fic is a little cheesier than my other ones. So I'd like to apologise in advance.
Anyway, review, favourite, alert- whatever you want to do! I'll see you next time!
Sayonara minna-san!
~Neko
