Oh man, I am so super stoked to be writing this one! I adore the Titanic and everything about it! Of course I had to put my favorite nations on board for a little RnR time. Or so they think! This will be a ver fun fic to write and share with you guys!

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April 3rd, 1912

Southampton Docks

A cool but refreshing early April afternoon breeze flowed in through the open window, playing with the stray strands of hair on the blond Englishman's head. He sat at a large oak desk in the middle of the room, filling out the tedious paperwork required of his job as a Nation. The work usually caused him to frown but England allowed himself to smile when he felt the breeze. While he did miss his plush London office, this hardly used space down at the Southampton docks had it's own charm. Placing the pen down, he leaned back against his chair and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. The smell of the salty water filled his senses, taking him right back to his time spent on the water. He missed the sea and, in truth, he was thoroughly looking forward to next's weeks crossing even it was going to be political hell.

Even the sounds that wafted up into his small office took him back. Workers barking orders at each other in harsh tones, people running across the plywood on the dock, gulls laughing maniacally at one another, and the sound of the water. England could hear it lap against the docking down below and it made him happy. The sea would always hold a special place in his British heart. Opening his eyes, he looked over to the window as a tug boat blew it's horn. Everything was being set for his grandest achievement and he couldn't be more thrilled that it had to do with wide, vast open ocean.

Picking up his pen, returning to the boring task at hand, England was almost immediately interrupted by a knock on the open door frame to the office. He didn't look up, keeping his pen moving across the paper but did acknowledge the new presence.

"Yes?" He asked, he had a feeling what it could be about. That's why he keep his head down, to hide the unusually wide grin he felt forming across his face. Footsteps and out of the corner of his eye, England saw one of his assistants standing in front of his desk.

"Pardon sir, but we've just received word. She completed her sea trials splendidly, the crew spotted not a lick of trouble about her. The vessel will be docking here tonight at 8pm." The man said as proudly as England felt. Composing himself, England looked up and nodded, trying his best to hide his immense excitement at the thrilling news.

"Very good, and my request? Have you sorted that out?" England asked, tensing just slightly. Not that his crossing hinged on this, he was going regardless. It was the matter of who was to be accompanying him that was of great importance. The fate of Europe could hang on this. To his relief, the assistant nodded.

"Yes sir, ten first class priority tickets have been procured." He said, placing a small stack of papers on the desk for him along with a fresh cup of welcomed tea. "The invitees have been contacted and they will all meet you at the dock on April 10th, precisely at 11am. Now, please excuse me sir." The assistant bowed and walked out of the room.

England reached over and fanned out the ten papers that hard been placed on his desk. Printed on heavy cardstock, the fancy writing proclaimed proudly that the bearer of the card had been granted passage on the grandest ship in the world. A British ship. England traced his finger over the gilded letters heralding the name of the vessel.

R.M.S Titanic

He and nine of his fellow nations would be crossing the Atlantic next week to New York City. Those invited where mostly of political importance. England hoped that by receiving a friendly invitation, essentially reaching across enemy lines to makes amends, that tensions would ease in Europe. Tensions that had been growing due to the war in the Balkans States over territorial claims. He sighed, yes, the crossing would indeed be political hell for him but that didn't take away his excitement.

England took a moment to think about those he had invited. Germany, Austria and Hungary were at the top of his list. They needed to be reigned in as they were the three causing most of the trouble. In fact it had been the Austria and Hungary alliance that had started the conflicts in the Balkans. He glanced at another ticket, Prussia had been invited merely because he was Germany's brother. The two could form quite an team and England wanted to squash that quickly.

The rest of the tickets were meant for his Allies and one neutral party. England took a deep breath, Italy never could be counted on to make up his mind. Hopefully, England could win him over to his side during the crossing. Even under that very soft exterior, England could tell that Italy was a force to be reckoned with.

France and Russia had also been granted passage with him. Russia mainly because he was their biggest ally at the moment but it was France that caused him to grin. England let out a small laugh, after years of being at each others throat, they finally were working together. The two of them had just entered into the Triple Entente, along with Russia. Each promising military support to each other should the need arise. England was likening this ticket to a thank you to them. A very nice thank you at that.

The final two tickets were reserved for two vacationing North Americans on their way home. His colony, Canada and his little twin brother America. England looked out the window and sighed. It had been a while since America and himself had been able to spend time with each other. Too long. England missed the man and he hoped this crossing would give him plenty of time to catch up. Besides, once they reached America's land, it was to be the beginning of his own vacation abroad and he couldn't wait.

Taking a gentle sip of tea, England stood up out of the chair and walked to the window. The dock was practically empty now but in a week it would be packed. With travelers, well wishers and spectators. All coming to see his grand achievement. England looked to where the magnificent ship would be docked, a special mooring built just for her and her sheer size. He couldn't help himself and swelled with pride imaging it.

Yes, England was going back to the sea and he couldn't wait for his voyage on the R.M.S Titanic.