Hey there! So I've started something new like I promised :D! I know this is kind of late...but yeah. Anyway this was based off an rp, well parts of it anyway. Also I've started to become a huge fan of Supernatural, and DeanxCastiel in particular. MISHA COLLINS IS SO FREAKING BEAUTIFUL I'M GUNNA DIE. Seriously, look him up, he's lovely. Anyway, enjoy and review~

In 1743 King George II joined the Austrian alliance to help defeat the Prussians. Actually he joined the alliance to help defeat the French. King George II would usher in an era where women in England were no longer encouraged to be strong or brave, but rather weak and innocent. George III and Queen Victoria would call for morality. London would no longer be a place to aspire to; rather the countryside would be glorified. The great monster of capitalism would call upon a new era of the pristine, Christian middle class. It would take almost two centuries for the women of England to rise up and learn to be strong once again.

Arthur Kirkland was unaware of this. He remembered the women of his former days, especially that woman who lead him into battle better than any man. Elizabeth. He thought of her when he stood outside the house of his former ally. The door opened to reveal a slim girl in uniform. The sight so shocked him that he couldn't at first understand her polite question.

"Sorry…?"

"Arthur Kirkland?" She had a young voice…like Viola in Shakespeare's play. He needed to stop thinking of the Elizabethans.

"Oh…yes. That's me."

"Welcome, I'm Elizaveta Héderváry." She smiled brightly. He had to stop his jaw from dropping. She had the same name…or at least it was similar… She moved aside so he could come in. "I'm the nation of Hungary."

"I'm England," He said, trying not to sound like an idiot. Apparently he did though, because she laughed.

"I know."

"Oh…yes, of course." She lead him into a large room, music sounded behind the door. Arthur recognized a Mozart.

"Mr. Austria," The girl said sweetly, "Mr. England is here."

"Ah, send him in please, Miss. Hungary." The music stopped as they entered a great room at the center of which was a piano. There were no curtains and the chairs were all made of wood so as to give the room the best acoustics. The ceilings were also very high and one wall was made almost completely of windows with only columns of stone to separate them. The Hungarian shut the door behind them.

The moment the two other nations were in contact with each other Arthur knew they were either lovers or at least that they loved each other. They did their best to avoid contact with each other while still stealing glances and exchanging secret looks. He felt a slight pang of jealousy, before violently suppressing it. How could he feel he had any claim on this woman? Just because she reminded him of his old queen?

"Mr. Kirkland, are you alright?"

"Ah," He looked at the Austrian, "Please go on, you were saying about the Prussian Army?"

In 1919 Arthur was done with the monarchy. Well, that wasn't quite true. He just preferred to call himself a democracy, and so the power went to the Prime minister. However, as he sat in the room with his enemies he found he was speaking for himself. He looked over at them. Did that wild-looking girl know that her divorce was his handiwork? He felt a little jilted by the way she glared at Alfred. Well what did she expect after she defended her soon-to-be-former husband? He'd caused it all. He'd changed all of them for good, and for what? To keep one measly colony in line? Was it worth it?

But now wasn't the time for anger. The Brit was getting what he wanted. Everything he wanted. Perhaps now he could abandon this obsession with that wild woman. She turned her green eyes accusingly on him. Rather than feeling righteous indignation he looked away, almost ashamed.

Damn it why this feeling? She was impossible to comprehend! Rather, she was capable of making him feel things he never thought he would. He was like a love-sick school boy. Wait no. He didn't love her. That was ridiculous.

Right?

In 1949 Arthur stayed away from the treaty. In negotiations he looked everywhere but at the green-eyed girl. He wanted her. He couldn't have her. He was willing to live with it.