1856, you were born in a small village a day or two away from the large city of London. You had always dreamed of going to this wondrous city, having heard stories from your father about it. Your mother and father always promised that one day you would go, excitement would always fill your veins as you daydreamed about the city that was so far away. Sadly your parents could never take you to the city. In the village they had to work all day and every day to provide for the family, and you could never go with any of the other villagers when they made trips because you had to assist your parents in work and you had to focus on your schooling. Having a woman in school was still frowned upon during this time.

This morning you had awoken with a frown upon your face, working was not your strong suit and you hated it. No matter how hard you were worked your hands always stayed soft and no matter how long you stayed under the hot sun the skin on the rest of your body never dried like the other women and girls in the village. Although your hair, although silky smooth and soft as it was it was always tangled up somehow and the beautiful (h/c) color was often drowned out from the dirt that gathered in it from working in the yard. Your mother hated this because then she could never easily brush or braid your hair like she did on those rare moments she didn't have to work. Honestly the only way it would actually brush out easily from its knotted nest was if you bathed. It was like your hair protested to being covered in dirt, so it tangled.

Crawling out of bed you attempted to brush the matted clump of hair on your head to try and make it look decent. Once the matted clump had died down to a decent look you walked out of your small separate bedroom and into the main room. In your house you had three rooms total. Your room, your parent's room, and then the main room. The main room was a combination of a sitting room and a kitchen. Like the rest of the village you had an outhouse in the back behind the garden your mother had planted that helped feed your family at night.

Looking around you noticed a small piece of paper that read.

(f/n), Father and I left earlier than usual this morning to the fields. We both agreed that since you were doing so well with your schoolings that you could have the day off.

Love ~Mama

Your once gloomy frown soon turned into a wide smile. "A day off?" You repeated with excitement. Happily you ran out of the house and toward the nearby stream. Often on hot summer days the local children would go to this little stream that was just outside the forest's entrance. Sadly as you approached you saw other kids already playing and your frown returned. Since you were always helping your parents, and considering you were the only girl over the age of five who still bothered with school not many of the kids here were friends with you. Yeah you knew their names from greeting them at Sunday church, but that was about it.

Quickly you jumped behind a fairly large tree and shuffled sideways into the forest, too timid and scared to face the other children. Soon enough you began to lose track of the stream that flowed into the forest and you were utterly lost. Directions were never your strongest area either. Twirling around and walking in circles you finally sighed after what seemed like a few hours and leaned against a tree exhausted. "I hope I get home soon." You mutter under your breath when suddenly you heard something rustling in the bushes. You suddenly just up in complete fear. "Who….is there?" You demanded as the rustling continued.

Curiosity soon replaced the fear and you began to walk toward the bush. Just when your face was about an inch away from the bush a flash of something jumped out, causing you to stumble back in surprise and fall. "Oh no! Are you okay?" A voice said as you winced in pain from your fall. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to scare you." The high pitched voice repeated. You opened your eyes and starred at the mint green creature that was flying in front of your face. "Hello, I'm Flying Mint Bunny! It's nice to meet you!" The bunny said politely. "I-I'm….um… (f/n), (full name)." You manage to stumble out of your mouth. "Awww~ Such a pretty name!" The bunny says smiling. "Y-you…. You can talk." You say the shock still settling. "And you are green…." You added to the obviousness of the situation. "Yep!" Flying Mint Bunny said cheerfully and then added concerned. "What is a pretty little girl like yourself doing in the forest all alone?" You let the shock fade away to the talking green bunny and you attempted to answer it. "I, um I got lost." You admitted and sadly looked at the ground. Flying Mint Bunny frowned and then smiled again. "Well, let me help you!" It says and flies down and grabs your hand in between its two paws and tried to pull you. You stood up and allowed the bunny to pull you in the direction it wanted.

The two of you traveled for a few hours until you could finally see a few homes through the trees. "We are here!" You called out happily and raced forward. Flying Mint Bunny was following as you ran into the small village. Looking around it seemed empty, confusion and worry came to you upon seeing no one around. "Where could they all be?" You asked out loud sadly. "Let's check the church." Flying Mint Bunny suggested trying to cheer you up. Smiling now you ran over to the church and opened the doors. Flying Mint Bunny was right, the church was full. This confused you even more, it wasn't Sunday.
The preacher looked at you with sad eyes. "Come here child." He said and you obeyed. You walked forward toward him and he placed a hand on your head. "May God watch over you." He whispered to you and mumbled a short prayer. Once he was finished you finally had enough courage to look up at him and ask. "Where are my parents?"

A few years had passed now; you were now at the age of sixteen and looking to get married. Although you had no takers. When you were younger your parents were killed in the wheat fields by a rabid wolf. You were left as an orphan with nowhere to go and no family. The church took you in as long as you stayed and basically cleaned. You accepted of course but you still never really liked your home. You often wished that your mother wouldn't have allowed you to stay home that day so that you could have died in the field with her and father. Those were just small little fantasies you had whenever you thought of your parents and how much you missed them. Flying Mint Bunny had always told you that you were alive for a reason and that you should be happy. In some ways it was right, things would get better right?

As you were cleaning the church you heard some racket from outside of the church. "(f/n)! (f/n)!" Flying Mint Bunny shouted and came flying into the church. You smiled and turned to meet your friend. Flying Mint Bunny had stayed by you through your life, only leaving every other week to visit a friend of theirs. "Well hello Flying Mint Bunny!" You said happily. "(f/n) come quick! I need you to meet someone!" Flying Mint Bunny then took off toward the doors and it took you a few seconds to catch up, but when you did you were standing outside with a small crowd of villagers. "What is going on?" You asked as you made your way to the front. Flying Mint Bunny looked way too happy as it flew around everywhere. No one saw Flying Mint Bunny, only you could see the cute little thing. That's why you had to be careful when you spoke to it. "(f/n)! Look! Look!" Flying Mint Bunny cheered as a beautiful carriage pulled up in front of the crowd. No one dared move, not even you. The carriage door slowly opened…..

[Switch!]

England let out a small sigh as he starred out the window of the carriage. "Oh come on England. Cheer up a bit would you." France said to his 'friend' whom he sat across from. "Why should I?" He asked in his grumpy state. Life hadn't been good for the Brit for the past almost hundred and fifty years now. In fact England had begun to get grumpier every few decades or so. "You can't still be upset over that loser now can you?" France asked England with an annoyed sigh. "Of course not!" England said and glared at France. He then let out a sigh and turned back to the window. "It's just that….." France sighed and looked at his friend with a sympathetic look. "I know, I know. You are afraid of getting hurt again. Just remember though, this is just to promote the look of your royal family and to offer my country something that creates us a peace treaty." France explained to him. England nodded his understanding of the plan. "I know." England replied simply, he could already see that they were arriving in the village that Flying Mint Bunny had recommended. Speaking of that troublesome little one, Flying Mint Bunny could be seen from the window flying around and cheering. England smiled slightly, and then the door to the carriage slowly opened…

((AN: I'm looking for a preview image to this. If anyone has something they have seen can you show me the picture. I can't find anything I like and I need help. I'm so indecisive!)

Okay! So I finally finished this XD
Yes this will be a story series.
I hope to finish! I'm a little ADD and I kind of can't focus on anything for a long time! XD Sorry...
That is why this has taken me like a week to finish...
Anyway I hope you like it and I again apologize about how much this sucks. I'm not really good with characters and stuff.
I hope you at least enjoy some of it!

I don't own England, France, Flying Mint Bunny, or Reader-Chan (you) ))