A/N. Something I've noticed, there's god knows how many female readerxcharacter stories but how many male reader ones? Yeah, barely any. Sooo I figured I'd fix that.

America: Ohhh dude, this can't end well.

Author: Cram it. I'll get to you later. Enjoy this Female England one and review everyone.

Her Knight

"He was born on the exact day as I predicted." Said a old haggered man as he stood in a room with your parents. "Yes, yes he was Wizard. Why do you seem to interested in his birth?" Ask your father, curious about the old man's intent. "He will be of great importance to our nation. I just request when he's older, you allow me to instruct him in the magical arts." The old man replied as he leaned on his staff. "Well... You've been right about everything so far. Right down to his _ eye and _ hair." Your mother said as she cradled the infant you. "Good. I'll be looking forward to that day. Farewell." The old man said looking pleased as he took his leave.

Your parents were left in the room talking about the strange wizard as you slept quietly in your mother's arms. You had no idea what was going on. How could you, you were barely an hour old.

Five years pass and you're harmlessly playing in a field with some woodland creatures. All of the sudden you hear a male's voice with a heavy scottish accent. "Well well now! Wha' do we have 'ere now? Oi lad!" Shouted the amused sounding scotsman. You turn to see a young man with bright red hair, blue and white clothing complete with blue cape. You also see that he has a little blonde haired girl with pigtails hiding behind him, clinging to her big brother's cape.

You get a strange feeling off these two. Your master the wizard told you about people with this kind of aura. You walk over to them unafraid since your master told you they were not to be feared. In fact meeting people like them was to be considered a great honor.

"Who may you be lad? You live aroun' 'ere?" The young man asked as he knelt down to your level. "Yes sir." You replied trying to keep up being unafraid. Well, you were always warned about strangers. "Aye, thought so. What is your name lad?" The Scotsman asked with a smile as he ruffled your hair. "It's _ sir." You reply trying to back off since you hated it whenever anyone ruffled your hair. "Hahaha! Sorry there _. I'm Scotland. But you may call me Alistair. This here is my little sister England. But you can call her Alice if you'd like." Alistair explained with a hearty laugh before ruffling his little sister's hair.

Your eyes widen at the mentioning of England. "She's-" You begin to say in shock. "Mhmmm. She's the representation of your homeland." The kind Scotsman replied with an confirming nod. You look over to her which causes her to blush and go back to hiding behind her brother. "D-Don't look at me like that you commoner!" She orders sounding embarassed. You back off a little, feeling hurt for some reason.

Alistair laughed feeling amused. "Don't mind her lil' one. Alice is a shy lass." Alistair laughed with a smirk. "Big brother!" Alice whined as she beat on his back. "See wha' I mean?" Scotland said with a grin as he patted her head. Alice glared daggers at her older brother yet he didn't seem to mind.

"Say _, would you mind playing with her for a while? You don't seem surprised at wha' we are. You're also very accepting of it." Alistair requested. "My master said you nations are to be respected. Meeting some of you is a great honor." You replied as you knelt before them out of respect as your master instructed. "Thanks lad. It's been a long day and I'm tired." Alistair said thankfully as he walked over to a tree and sat there under it's shade leaving you two alone to play.

It was really quiet since you were unsure of what to say. What can you expect, you were five and left alone to play with the personification of your homeland. That alone was alot to take in for someone your age. "S-So, what do you want to play m'lady?" You ask nervously. She glares at you. "Peasant." She mutters as she clung to a stuffed dragon. This little girl was a bit of a bitch.

You spend the next couple of hours running around gathering berries and nuts for her since she whined about being hungry. You also had to fend off a rather nasty looking... Daddy Long leg that she seemed terrified of. Then there was... "But it's too big for me to climb m'lady..." You protest when she told you to climb a rather big tree for a freaking chipmunk. "Well you don't expect me to go after it do you?" She asked sarcastically. This girl was starting to irritate you. You had to keep telling yourself that your master would be disappointed in you if you pissed this girl off.

You mutter to yourself things that kids your age shouldn't even know yet as your tried to climb up the tree. It took several tries and several rude condescending comments from Alice but your managed to get up it. It then took you several minutes to talk the critter into coming over to you and even longer to try thinking of how to get down. "Come on now! Don't take all day you brat!" Alice snapped impatiently. "Hold on! I'm thinking!" You snap right back starting to get fed up with her. She seemed shocked that you did.

You then spot a pond. "Better than nothing..." You mutter to yourself as he took a deep breath, held the chipmunk tight and jumped on in. Alice took several steps back so she wouldn't get wet, but she got a little wet anyway. Serves the little brat right.

"Gimme gimme!" She orders fiercely as she reaches out for the chipmunk. "No thanks?" You mutter with a deadpan expression that could almost count as a glare. "Why would I?" She asked as she looked down on you before taking the chipmunk and skipping away back to the field. She leaves you soaking wet in the pond feeling downright angry and hurt. "Master... Why is it an honor to meet people like them? England... She's downright rude." You whisper to yourself as you try resisting the urge to cry. You fail in your effort and let the tears flow.

You eventually pulls yourself together and run back to the field where you see Alistair scolding Alice. "You have to be nicer to your people! We nations live for 'em so we can't afford to be rude or horrible to them! Your treatment of that lad is unacceptable!" Alistair scolded coldly. Alice just stood there looking down as she held on to her chipmunk. You heard her sobbing which you thought was justified, yet at the same time it agitated you to hear her getting yelled at.

Then Alistair spotted you and beckoned you forth. "You see what you've done? This lad is soaked to the bone and has been crying from the look of it. And I see several scrapes and his clothes are all tattered. Are you alright lad?" Alistair said as he continued his scolding before turning his attention to you. Alice did too causing you see the hurt in her eyes from her brother's scolding. "Y-Yes sir... I'm alright." You replied unable to look at how hurt Alice looked. "Uh huh, right. Apologize Alice, we're leaving." Alistair ordered sternly as he looked down to his sister. "Sorry..." The sad younger nation said apologetically as she looked down, holding on to her Chipmunk still.

Then you heard your master calling your name. "Looks like you're being called lad. It was nice meeting you." Alistair said with a smile replacing her angry expression. "The pleasure is mine sir..." You said as you turn to run off. "May we meet again someday!" You hear the Scotsman yell off in the distance.

Oh how right he was. Meeting those two would only be the first part of a long and eventful life for you. It would be full of action, drama as life usually entails, and eventually being with the one you were meant to be with. But it will be well worth it.