Ok Just a tiny ficlet I wrote on the spur of the moment. I guess jubilee fever caught up with me. I'm proud to be British for once. So anyway I think this is how Britain might feel like. So have a read (It'll only take a minute).
-Foxy x
Ps, God save the Queen.
Britain stood in front of an easel, his suit jacket slung on the back of a nearby chair, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and an old apron covering his front. His thick eye brows furrowed in concentration as his paint brush glided skilfully over the canvas.
"Hey there!" A high pitched voice drifted through the room as Britain's friend, a small green winged rabbit, fluttered up behind him.
"Oh flying mint bunny, what a pleasure to see you!" Britain smiled gently, his bright green eyes closing in joy.
Mint bunny landed softly his Britain's back, looking over his shoulder at the masterpiece on the canvas. "Hmm? What cha doing?"
"I'm just painting. It's my queen's diamond jubilee this week and I wanted to do something a little special that's all."
The canvas held a likeness to Queen Elizabeth the second. Soft lines etched into the pale painted face. White hair was seen curling out under her brightly coloured hat and her wide smile showed several teeth. On her coat she wore a small rounded broach and a yellow flower lay in her folded hands. The background still was unfinished, a deep red curtain only half highlighted behind her majesty.
"You know mint bunny, this can wait for an hour. Let us both have tea while this part dries, shall we?"
Mint bunny nodded happily and fluttered ahead, while Britain removed his apron and shrugged on his suit jacket. As he straightened his tie, Britain turned back to the painting.
Green eyes met pale blue before a smile spread across his features. His voice was soft as he whispered, "Sixty years, I'm so proud of you, my young Lizzie."