Signs of Another War
The Beginning of the Crossroads
It was a rainy day in London. This day, where our both enjoyable and sadistic story starts, was probably the most boring one ever mentioned in this tale and that is that. Well, that certainly did not brighten the mood of a certain Arthur Kirkland. You see; Arthur Kirkland is England, Britain, UK, well, you know what I mean.
Apparently, he was very, very worried on the said dreary day.
Arthur was drinking from a warm cup of bittersweet tea, gazing outside the window of his rather large house. His blonde, slightly messy hair was in level with his prominent eyebrows, framing emerald green eyes that were showing weariness. As he sipped his tea, he heard the door knock.
A visitor, he thought sardonically, is just exactly what I need today. Arthur made his way to the door and opened it roughly.
"Who the bloody-"
"Mon dieu, Angleterre! You look terrible," came a loud voice, which was obviously French, "I suggest you take-"
England cut the man off, "I am bloody well not taking anything you suggest! Now, get out of here, France!"
Francis Bonnefoy, with his blue eyes, wavy blonde hair, and flashy outfit, pushed the door open just as England was about the close it and strode in. England glared at him and shook his head, closing the door and quietly offering tea.
The two sat down at the small table by the window and looked outside. It started to drizzle softly, a few clouds blocking out most of the sun's rays.
"Why are you here, anyway, France?" England impatiently asked the man seated comfortably before him, "Is it because you're planning to demand my undressing for your sheer, pathetic advantage, or because you just want to destroy my peaceful life by planting me with insults about the way I look?"
France laughed and replied, "Non, Angleterre, I am not here for personal gain how much I wish that may be true."
England stared at him suspiciously and France added, "I am here for the whole world's sake. Have you felt your heart skip a few beats this past month, your breath take a withstanding hold? Have you seen your country grow a bit restless and everyday becoming drearier as time goes by?"
England nodded and whispered, looking outside the window, "The signs of war. It can't be, Francis, what if it's a false alarm?" France looked up, things were getting serious.
"What else would it be, mon ami?"
The two stared at each other and France added seriously, "That explains why Russie is acting strangely as if plotting something and why Allemagne is more protective around both Italy's. Also about why the pays Asiatiques seem to be clinging to each other and how Amerique is more concerned about Canada. Autriche and Hongrie are closer; even Lithuanie, Estonie, and Lettonie are starting to clutch each other hysterically. Everyone is affected."
"That may be true yet only the nations know it. Our bosses- the leaders of our countries- will think of us just being paranoid; they won't feel anything at all." England said. "The world is still in a state of peace. We have to be careful on planning anything."
"We are not. I am simply worried."
"And the reason you wished to speak with me, of all the reliable nations in the world, is what?"
France looked up and winked, grinning and making England shudder. "You are a close friend, Arthur. The only one who is truly enjoyable to annoy."
"Oh joy," England mumbled sarcastically, pouring more tea into his cup. He took a small gulp and brushed the hair out of his eyes, adding, "Then the world really must be prepared for a third world war if it is getting as bad as you coming to me due to worry."
The two laughed and exchanged knowing glances, resuming their argumentative natures towards each other. They only knew a quarter of the sufferings everyone would have to deal with in the start of World War Three.
Nobody would know how much the whole of the earth would be dangerously at risk. Nobody would know that it was the start, the beginning- of the worst world war.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading my story! This is really short because it's just the prologue. Anyway, it looks FrUK-ish but then that's only a side pairing, resulting in USUK and Franada. Well, if you have any comments, suggestions, constructive criticism, violent reactions, then review. Please and thank you! :)
-Pasta W 19.