So, yeah, this was a bit of a crack fanfic seeing how I was high on life and I wrote this to cheer a friend up. I suggest you enjoy it though.
It was a bright sunny day. One of those few non-raining days that England saw where he could actually see the blue of the sky. He even dared so much as to leave his umbrella at home. This day, he just walked to enjoy the country he watched over and the sunshine that god blessed them with. It was maybe three hours of walking and he realized how lost he was.
"Bloody hell, leave it to me to get lost in my own country," he said to himself. He continued to walk though, expecting to learn his location eventually. But, unknown to him, Arthur was not in England anymore. Late at night, a villain so evil had begun his scheme.
While the Briton was sleeping, several men had lifted his house up and moved it. Arthur, who had spent a long day at work, slept like a log through it all. Even as the minions placed his comfy cottage onto the boat and the sailed across the channel, Arthur did nothing but snore. He was just too relieved to see the sunshine to notice that he wasn't in London anymore.
The cement road soon became covered in sand as he walked now. He glanced around for any sort of sign to explain why. Was he on a public beach? It was hard to tell. He could see the ocean by that didn't explain much. He was an island and he could be on any shore along his coast. He shrugged it off and slipped his shoes and socks off to make sure they wouldn't get sand in them. Then he continued onward with his journey.
Seconds after sliding down the sand dune, Arthur stopped dead in his tracks. His face turned red and his mouth dropped in utter shock in horror. Everywhere he looked, people laid naked on the sand. Men and women sun bathed and frolicked in the water in their birthday suits and behaved as if this was the norm. Ok, now he knew he wasn't in the UK anymore.
"Excuse me ma'am!" he called out to the nearest person. A woman with medium length blond hair was walking by him. He barely managed to get the words out as he saw her butt naked back. He was gentleman, not a pervert. But no gentleman could be prepared for the horrors he was faced with.
"Oius, what can I do for you monsieur~?" she or rather he said as he turned around. If the heavy French accent didn't give away who it was or where Arthur was, the flowerless figure did and the poor Brit struggled with words. Only insensible, stuttering escaped as he fell backward and scrambled away. "Oh, Angleterre~ I wasn't expecting you here. Hm? And why are you wearing so many clothes here? This is a nude beach Angleterre. Tsk, or maybe you wanted help taking them off."
And they all lived happily ever after. So the lesson of this story is to never work yourself too hard.
The End