Per request. Colonial Fem! AmericaxPossessive England! Sorry it took so long :)
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He had found her, the child playing in the tall golden grass. The nation had almost not noticed the girl, because her hair was nearly the same shade, as her short stature had nearly hidden her entirely from view.
The girl had nearly tumbled out into a small clearing by where he stood. England watched, slightly startled by her sudden appearance, as she chased after a fluffy brown rabbit. The small squeal of delight that left her mouth was adorable, and he noticed the sky blue color of her eyes.
England, who claimed mastery over the oceans, knew a treasure when he saw it. And, as the young girl looked at him with wide eyes, he knew she would be a gem in his crown. Her sweet features showed her fear and anxiety, as she realized that someone else was nearby.
The brown rabbit was clutched tightly to her chest. The animal and the girl held similar expressions of being terrified.
A slow smile curved on England's lips. His green eyes darkened, as he crooked a finger at the child. He beckoned her forward, but her bare feet shifted backward, indecision flashed in her bright eyes.
Smart child, he thought with approval.
"Come hither," England said clearly, his tone of authority was clear.
He watched as she swallowed, her gaze darted about briefly, looking for anyone else that might pose a threat or be assisting him.
A stubborn child then. He took a single step forward, his finery was a stark contrast to her simple clothing. She dropped the brown rabbit, and it bounded away with a graceful leap. It did not leave much room to the imagination as to what the girl would do next.
She turned to flee, a crimson ribbon held together a simple white nightdress, and England did what any reasonable nation would do.
He gave chase.
The new world mud stuck to his finely crafted boots, but he paid it no heed. His focus was on the golden hair swaying with each step her small legs took to flee from him. She tripped over rocks, and fell, but scrambled up quickly. He closed the gap between them. Several times, his fingers reached out to grasp for the billowing night dress, only to close around empty air.
His amusement mounted with each few feet that she managed to stay ahead of him. She cried, his ears registered, but her words were strange. He had never heard them before. Her distress was obvious, and he held no doubts that she wished for him to stop perusing her.
However, that was a boon he did not wish to grant. There was something compelling about the child. She was the beginnings of a nation. He could feel it. That made her a great deal more valuable than gold or silver. Gems or jewels.
England, simply put, had to have her.
She latched onto the side of a steep hill. Her dirty fingers dug into the dirt, as she tried to hoist her leg further upward onto a stone. He grinned, the sort of grin that held only a slight bit of indulgent contempt.
His fingers closed firmly about the neck of her nightdress, the few moments she was delayed were enough for him to finally capture his prize.
She yelped, her tiny hands scratching at his. He bit back a hiss as her fingernails broke the skin. A little savage as it stood now. However, England knew he could fix that given time.
He pulled upward, and she was suspended for a moment with a strangled sound of one wanting air. His green eyes scrutinized the golden locks she possessed. A lovely color, and it reminded him of the thing that he dearly loved having. Her eyes were a soft sky blue, but rich and limpid at the same time. They were more breathtaking than several sapphires he had held.
She grabbed at the neck of the night dress, her face flushed and red. Her eyes narrowed with a slight glare, and he could see the bit of steel in her spirit.
Excellent. She would need time to grow. She would need time to learn. However...
Yes. He could turn her into a proper lady.
England smiled slowly, a glint in his eyes as he lowered the child down. He kept a firm hold on her clothing as she squirmed and twisted.
"I am England," He said with all courtly manners and a gentle bow in her direction.
The girl stilled, her blue eyes watching him with genuine surprise and interest. The lingering traces of fear were only barely recognizable.
He took off his hat, the one he dearly loved for it had seen him through many a harsh voyage on unforgiving seas, and placed it on her head.
She smiled then, and touched the hat tentatively.
"And you are mine," he stated with deadly seriousness as the child continued to make strange noises at his hat.
He quirked a grin at her as she half-cooed some strange savage language at the long feather plume.
There was definitely potential about the girl.
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She grew far quicker than he had anticipated.
Her rich lands brought him much in the way of renown and revenue. Though England was highly pleased by the development. It added to his notable power, and status amongst the world. His colony was firmly placed in Virginia, where he would visit her often.
However, seasons ago, when he had left, she had been but a savage little child with bits of dried filth in her hair. It had taken weeks and much tutoring to turn her into even the semblance of a lady that greeted him each time he returned.
This time, with the wind whipping at her cheeks and the thick tang of salt in the air, she looks like a young woman. One could not be engaged to a child-bride for decades, he surmised as he quickly hid his surprise. It would only harm his reputation. Though, he had been forced to put his foot down once he had caught Russia trading with his colonies despite England's edict. It had not gone unnoticed.
It was highly insufferable. As his colony had grown, she became more and more lovely. Perhaps it was time for him to remain at port, far longer than he had ever deigned to do in the past. Her golden wheat colored hair grew longer, but her eyes remained their startling gem-quality blue. England had been called away to the high seas, often over disputes with Spain.
Many had coveted England's prize. His little America.
Now, he fully understood why.
His green eyes narrowed on the young woman. Her hair was mostly hidden under a study white cap, and her modest dress was not something which would have invoked any sort of desire under normal circumstances. However, there was a gentle sort of purity about her that had England loathe to leave her alone to the rest of the world again.
She was his.
He had made certain to remind her of that fact in his monthly missives carried about on trading vessels or those sent by his Monarch. Little America had always dutifully responded when she had been able. Now, he thought it was imperative to take her grooming to the next level.
She was, rather unfortunately, unnaturally strong for her size. However, her strength was England's for all rights and purposes. He would have to ascertain what had become of France's little one up north. England gripped her chin with his gloved hand as he carefully turned her head this way and that. Her cheek bones were high, her complexion was clear, and her skin appeared milky soft despite the chill in the air.
He bit back a thoughtful sigh. He supposed he would have to take her with him, once he was done in the new world. She would need to be introduced as his territory. He released her quickly, noticing that she flushed slightly at the contact.
Ah. Endearing.
"I see you have been well in my absence," He rumbled softly, like a predator that was teasing it's prey before moving on to devouring it.
"Indeed, Sir." She replied in a polite tone, that still was not quite as lyrical to his ears as his native accent. However, there would be time a plenty for that later.
He looked about, noting the large expansion in what had once been a small colony. It now bustled with multiple buildings, school houses, trades, and people. England, with a slight swagger in his step, motioned her to follow as he embarked upon the new adventure of taking stock of his lands.
"Do not dawdle," he commanded imperiously, "there is much that I would know of what you have done in these years apart."
America fell into a respectful step at his side, her head slightly lowered. He had heard some such nonsense that a good woman kept her head bowed before God's gaze. England kept a close rule on his people and that included their religions.
"A-as you know, Sir," she started off in a slightly confused fashion, her face was the picture of innocence. "The people have been making wonderous progress-"
England waved a hand in dismissal.
"I shall judge that for myself. A great deal of coin and liberties have been granted to your people, I pray you did not waste them."
She worried her bottom lip as her blue eyes darted nervously to his face.
"I hope that we have done well enough to suit you, Sir." The colony replied humbly. England knew that her people had been working incredibly hard to make such small bustling cities. However, nothing good had ever come of filling a colony's head with praise. It led them to think to highly of themselves, and he preferred America as the docile creature she was.
He would still need to speak to her about Russia.
His lips thinned in distaste.
"I also presume that your dealings with other nations have been terminated?" He inquired with a false sense of cheerfulness. His green eyes were slightly closed in a smile that would have frightened even a snake.
She stilled, like a rabbit poised to flee.
"Yes, " she said softly, involuntarily clutching her hands in the folds of her skirt.
He gave a slow and easy grin then, as his voice pitched low.
"Excellent," he said leaning closer toward her. "I should have found it dreadfully abhorrent to have to punish the people again."
America cringed.