Hey everyone! I'm back with yet another attempt at a multi-chapter fic. There will be no set update schedule. It will be updated as it's written and beta'd.
Before I let you move on to the fic, I want to say that this whole fic is going to be about fourteen chapters and based on starrose17 of Livejournal's US/UK Instrumental FST.
That's right. US/UK. It doesn't seem that way now, but the story will span from the beginning right up until modern day. I hope you'll stick with me! Now on to the fic!
The Beginning – Early 1600's
"Land ho!"
"Land!"
"We're there!"
"The New World!"
"Good job, men!"
England let the cacophony of voices surround him, letting their excitement wash over him, but stayed silent. Instead, he focused on the image in front of him, the sight of land, new land, young land. This was it. He was finally going to see it with his own eyes. No more imagining based on stories from nations like Finland and Sweden. No. It was his turn. Finally.
"Man your positions!"
England dragged himself out of his reverie, reluctantly pulling away from the side of the ship. There would be time to enjoy the land later. First, they had to physically reach it.
"You heard him! Get moving!" England shouted, moving among the men, a swagger in his step. It wouldn't be much longer now.
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His first step on the Continent was breathtaking. It was green as far as the eye could see, the sky was a bright crystal blue, not a cloud marring the tableau. There was an air of tranquility, calm. A young, yet strong, land.
It was nothing he had expected. It was far better than he had even dared dream. This land was beautiful, this land was his.
"I'm going to explore," England told the ship captain before disappearing into the woods.
Once out of sight of the ship, comfortably hidden among the shadows, England stopped and took a deep breath. Even the air seemed so young, so new, so irresistible, even if the tang of the sea was the only bit of familiarity.
England began walking again. It was springtime, and already warmer than back home. He could smell that it had rained recently, the grass giving way underfoot, and yet there was no sign of it left in the sky. It was almost as if the land had prepared herself for the newcomers.
This land was the beginning of something great, the beginning of some unknown destiny. England could feel it, sense it, hear it. Every whistle of the wind through the trees, the flutter of leaves, the signing choir of insects and other animals… this land was alive, and it knew it. It knew it was destined for something great. It was so young, so innocent. And it made England feel centuries younger, renewed his spirit, revitalized him.
There was a sudden crack of twigs and England whirled around, ready to scold one of his men for daring to disturb the peace. He choked, however, when he saw a young child with a mop of blond look at him in near fear before scampering even deeper into the woods. England stared after the child in shock before giving chase.
"H-hey, wait!"