King Arthur
AN: This is my first ever piece of FanFiction, I don't do much writing at all so its probably not that great. Also all the characters in this story do not belong to me, nor do I own Hetalia, sadly. Human names are used.
Chapter One
Alfred sat in the passenger's seat of the navy blue Mini Cooper, staring out the window watching the Oak, Elm, Willow, and Apple trees fly by, whilst catching glimpses of cows, sheep and horses grazing in the fields beyond. He was fascinated by the English country side as he himself lived in a city and seeing livestock, and in fact so much green was quite a rare occurrence for him.
This month's world meeting had been held in London and had just come to an end. Now he and Arthur were driving back to Arthur's house (well mansion) in Kent. Alfred had decided that paying to stay in a hotel for a couple of nights was a waste of money, especially if he could just stay at Arthurs for free, even if he did have to put up with the Brits cooking. It was worth it to save a couple of quid.
Arthur turned off of the dual carriage way and down a tree lined country track. The canopy of the tree's offered him some shade and coolness from the mid-day July sun. God he couldn't stand this much heat, he wondered how on earth America and the Mediterranean countries coped with it for most of the year. Even worse for him he didn't get a nice golden tan like Spain or Italy in summer; he burned and ended up looking like a red lobster only for the other countries to tease him about it, especially France.
He couldn't wait to get out of his hot, itchy formal wear and into his manor house where he knew it would be quite cool compared to the 30 degree heat he was experiencing at the moment. He stole a glance at the American who was staring aimlessly out of the window. Alfred's silence was making him uncomfortable. He put on his favourite album by the Sex Pistols and continued to drive.
Alfred on the other hand felt that there was no need to talk but was still grateful when Arthur put a CD on, even if it was '70s Brit Punk Rock. He didn't know why but he felt anxious about staying a few nights with Arthur. Sure he had stayed with him before but there had always been someone with them as well, usually Canada, France, Prussia or Norway, but that had been years ago. Now they would be alone.
As they drove down the country road they passed Manor houses which seemed to get bigger, more impressive and older the further on they drove. As they rounded the last corner Arthur's manor came into view. It was at least four stories high, built with grey stone blocks with large glass rectangular windows to let in lots of light and smaller rounded windows on the more upper floors. On either side of the main house was two classical fairy tale turrets with Ivy crawling its way up to the top. A Union Flag lazily flapped in the breeze on one of the turrets and an English flag on the other.
Those turrets had always reminded Alfred of the Tower in story Rapunzel which he had read when he was a boy. He and Matthew used to play in and around those towers, pretending to rescue a Princess so Alfred could be 'the Hero', or slaying a dragon to steal its hoard of gold. That was when Arthur had let them stay for visits when they were children.
In front of the mansion was a white gravel driveway and in front of that was a neatly cut lawn which then lead into a fenced off field where Arthur kept his four horses and behind that was his own private woodland.
Alfred decided to break the silence "Woah, dude I forgot how big your house is."
"Yes well I've had this house since the Georgian Era where building and buying large Manor houses was all the rage. Plus I've got a lot of things I've collected over the years." Arthur replied driving out of the tree lined track and into the bright sunshine in the clearing of the woods where his house stood bold and proud. He parked the Mini round the side of the house next to a water fountain with horses carved into the white marble. The fountain however, ran dry as there was yet again another hosepipe ban.
They both stepped out of the car and Arthur unlocked the boot to hand Alfred's suitcase to him and proceeded to the door which was painted a dark green with a round golden handle. It looked to Alfred like a Hobbit Hole door which he had seen in the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit trilogies and he had no doubt that was the look Arthur was going for. As he walked through the door he even noticed a Dwarfish rune carved into the wood. "Expecting a band of Dwarves to take you on an adventure?" he asked giggling. "What?" Arthur asked looking around. Alfred pointed to the rune. "Oh no, they've already been and gone." He said and walked further into the house leaving Alfred to stand in the door way worrying about the British man's mental health.
AN: Phew that wasn't so bad was it? Also yes Britain has had a few hosepipe bans during my life, mainly in the South and South East of England, this proves its not always raining in Britain.