All of the following is common knowledge in the 21st century of human civilization.
One- there is not, nor has there ever been, a personification for the United States of America. It had been common since the day Arthur had been unable to find a child to mark as his territory.
It had been common since the rag-tag group of colonies had rebelled against him.
It had been common through war and suffering, leaving him wondering why, why did England get denied the child he had rightfully deserved.
And Arthur knew one other thing that was a universal truth, a fact unparalleled by any other aside from there being no personification of America.
Monsters. Monsters that were unlike the beasts of his medieval days, and unlike his magical friends- these were beasts that were killers, coldhearted and bloodthirsty for human and nation blood.
They appeared frequently, all around the world, and there never was a way to kill them- Arthur had grown tired of holding meetings year after year with the other nations to discuss these creatures- what to do about them, if they could do anything about them, what would they do if they couldn't…etc.
Except, this time, during this particular meeting, Arthur had been told they were going to have someone new at the meeting. One who was neither an ambassador, or a nation- rather; it was the one human who was caught on tape killing not just one of them, but many of them. The advent of the camera phone had led to this man being captured on tape all the time.
And, as it happened- this monster hunter was coming to the UN meeting today.
And England was eager to meet the man that defied the unspoken rule- the rule being that no one could kill those monsters.
He watched the video once more, staring at the footage of a man standing over a monster, preparing to shoot the beast when he had been caught on tape.
He turned around, his head a crop of messy hair, which was so coated in blood it was impossible to tell what color it was, but the eyes were what had struck out to him.
They were dull greyish blue, and they turned back to the on looking cameraman with such a ferocious intensity, that Arthur could feel the glare coming through the screen.
"Hey, kid- get out of here with that thing." His voice- oh heavens- it was undoubtedly part of his strange allure. It was gravelly, and vaguely upset, and the man turned around after having shot the creature, before walking over to the off-screen camera man, and there was the sound of the teenager arguing, before the sound and video was cutoff.
Arthur thought it would be very interesting to meet this mysterious, attractive monster hunter, let alone the fact he looked almost like Arthur's image of an ideal partner, matched up from dreams that were only half-remembered, of strong arms and a warm smile.
The man was arriving shortly, so Arthur would have to put on his best face- and find out who he is, what he's like and most importantly…
Why did he look almost exactly like that man of Arthur's dreams?