Alright guys, I promised one one-shot per month, and this is August's one shot! I know, it's late, and I'm sorry for that, but I've been busy with life :/ Anyways, please review and tell me how you liked it! (To be honest, I really need some well rounded critisism. My writing isn't that good, and I'm sure you all will have some awesome tips for me :)) Oh and by the way, the title was not created by me, but by my awesome friend, Emma :)
It was just another normal day for England. Strolling through the streets of London, admiring everything that was him. All the beautiful architecture and people around him made him happy. The weather was even behaving for once. England could tell that this was going to be a good day for him.
Well, he had that decided until France came up behind him, groping his butt.
"Stop it, you bloody frog!" he cried out, turning around to face said frog.
"Ohonhonhon, mon amour, you know you like it!" France replied, slipping his hands in his pockets, and posing a bit provocatively.
"No. You know very well I don't! Anyways, what do you want?" England asked, irritated by the Frenchman's antics.
"Are you suggesting something? I could name a lot I want from you, mon cher..but I suppose I'll start with a little deal," France said in a suggestive voice.
"If this deal is anything like the last deal I made with you, then I won't accept it!" England snapped.
"No, Angleterre, this is a real deal, and unfortunately, not one of l'amour," France replied, pouting. He then continued, "No, I heard Spain talking today and said something about a New World. My boss has been saying something about it too, and I was sent to discuss it with you as well."
"I've heard a lot about this New World too. Apparently vast, profitable lands, up for grabs. A few of my crews were just preparing to leave for it!" The Brit replied. I'll have to put a crew together...at least I'm a good liar, and I'll finally beat France at something! he thought to himself.
"Ohonhonhon, mon amour, I'm afraid my crews have already set sail. Why don't we leave together though? Ohonhonhonhon!" France replied. He wasn't lying though, a few of his crews had already set sail.
"Ugh, you bloody twit. I suppose I have no choice but to go with you. Is anyone else coming?"
"Just Finland. I don't know why he's coming, apparently Spain had informed him and he wants to explore. But Spain isn't coming. Not yet anyway." France replied, his voice neutral, for once.
"All right. When will the vessel set sail then?" England asked, trying not to pay much attention to the sexual antics of France.
"Tomorrow, mon amour. If you don't show, I'll have to come and get you!" France said, much to the annoyance of England.
"Well, you said this was a deal. All you've told me is that you'll give me and my crews a ship ride to the New World tomorrow. How is that a deal?"
"Ohonhonhonhon! You can't just expect that for all the trouble I'm going through for your crews and yourself, I won't want anything in return! I want you, mon cher. A one time deal, that's all."
England contemplated this 'deal'. He had no ships ready, and no real way of getting to the New World. And he had already made a few of these 'one time deals' with France before, and he couldn't say they were half bad...
England shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Why the hell would he think that kind of thing? Sure, maybe it was true, but really? He was actually considering the deal?
"You bloody git. Fine, but you best not be selfish because I can put some real damage to you, and you know it, frog!" England spat, exasperated that he was actually taking France up on this deal.
I'm such an idiot...I can't believe I'm doing this! England thought to himself, brows furrowed in anger at himself.
"Ohonhonhonhon! I'm surprised you accepted my deal, mon amour! You surprise me in most ways. Well, I suppose I'll leave the choice of when to go through with the deal up to you, but a most convenient time would be...," France stopped to look at his watch, and then continued, "Now! The most convenient and perfect time, mon amour."
"Well if that is to happen now, how will I know you'll fulfill your side of the deal?" England asked.
"Mon amour, you can trust me, no? Ohonhonhon! We can do that on the ship even and you can stay there, so that you can make sure I'm holding up my end of the bargain," France replied easily.
"Wait, wait! I thought you said this had nothing to do with "l'amour"!" England said accusingly, whilst mocking the French language.
"I changed my mind! Now do you take the deal or not, mon cher?" France asked, slightly impatient.
Mentally facepalming himself, England replied, "Fine, you bloody git, but make it quick!"
And with that, he stormed angrily after the Frenchman, who was leading the way to the ships he had brought to England's coast.
After the 'deal' had been done, there had been fine sails from England to the New World. England had slept surprisingly well, but he refused to acknowledge that it was because of the 'deal'. Though in reality, that might have been why he slept well, and why he wasn't so grumpy in the morning. He would never, ever admit it though.
The ships landed easily near the recently set up ports on the eastern coast of the New World. Finland was talking excitedly on how much he had been looking forward coming to the New World, and he kept on babbling on and on about how Sweden would be proud of him if he found anything interesting with France and England.
The trio was planning to stay a few weeks in the New World, and planned to explore the place head to toe. All they saw now was lots of forests, rivers and lakes. But honestly, they were awed by the view of the New World. It was simply beautiful.
Beautiful. Simply beautiful. And certainly bountiful. This place could REALLY improve my life! England thought to himself. He loved the place, and wanted it to be his. He wanted this beauty to belong to him. He knew it was a bit selfish of him, but no one even lived here! Right?
"This place is amazing, don't you think, mon amour?" France asked England, slipping his arm around England's waist. Normally, England would push him away, but he wasn't paying any attention to him. Instead, he was admiring the place, and he was in a considerably good mood.
The three, after a bit of discussion, decided to split up to cover the area of the New World. A few hours later, Finland reported seeing a little boy, but he had no chance to converse with him. The trio met up again and made camp. They had all seen beautiful things while exploring, but Finland was the only nation to have found any sign of civilization. He reported that he had went in the direction the little boy ran, and searched miles around in every direction, but he found no people, towns, or any other signs of life, besides animals, of course.
After hearing about the boy, England made it his personal quest to search for the boy. He didn't care if the others came with, but England somehow knew that this little boy wasn't an ordinary boy. This boy obviously represented a section of this New World. He was a nation.
Everyone soon drifted off into a peaceful oblivion of sleep. While they were asleep, the little boy that Finland saw came across them. He stared at the three, and a comforting feeling overcame him. But at the same time, he felt that the trio was not safe and would not help in his survival. He could tell who they were, and whether they could tell what he was or not, that was up for them to figure out if they didn't already know. He studied the three characters, memorizing their features, and ran off to tell his brother of his discovery.
"Mattie! Mattie!" the little boys chibi voice called. The one called Mattie inched out from their little tent.
"What do you want, Alfred?" he asked, in a tired voice.
"I saw these three people!" he exclaimed, "I think they are like us! They are one of us!" he yelled excitedly.
"Stop yelling! Someone will hear you!" Matthew whispered, bringing his finger to his lip and making a hushing sound.
"It's okay! It's okay if they hear us! I think they will help us!"
"Well, you can go with them, but you better not tell them about me!"
"Fine, but you're going to miss out on all the fun!" Alfred shouted in an obnoxious voice.
"Well then leave!" Matthew said.
"Goodbye!" Alfred called, having already started to leave his brother behind.
He was making his way back to the trio he found, and by then, they had already awoken. They were packing up their supplies, and he heard voices as he neared them.
"You guys, I'm serious! I think there is something off about this boy. He isn't just any old boy!" England explained to the others.
"Are you suggesting...," France asked.
"That's exactly what I'm suggesting! There's no other civilization around! That little boy would never survive!" England replied.
"So you think we should find him?" Finland asked as he started to prepare breakfast for the trio.
"Yes. I think we should. Also Finland, if you wouldn't mind, I think we should bring some food for the child. He must be hungry. He's been left to his own devices, obviously, and if he's just a child, he must be having trouble taking care of himself," England said, turning to Finland as he finished packing.
"Alright, I'll make food for him as well. And if we find him, I'll give him the food," Finland agreed. He started cooking food for four, which took up the last of their rations.
"We need to head back today, boy or no boy. We're out of food rations," Finland told the others. They nodded in reply.
"Alright, let's hope we can find this boy then," England said.
"France, you're being awfully quiet. Did something happen to you?" England said, turning to France. He took a step back at what he saw. France was coaxing the little boy that Finland must've seen to him with some French food.
"Come here, mon cher, I have some delectable food for you! French delecacies for your enjoyment!" France said, trying to get the boy to come to him. But the boy wasn't moving, he looked scared of the Frenchman.
"N..no!" he said, "I don't want your food!" The little boy turned to England. He looked up at him with the most brilliantly blue eyes that England had ever seen. The boy was small, underweight, with light, dirty blonde hair with a strange cowlick sticking up.
England stooped down in front of the boy.
"May I ask what your name is?" he asked kindly.
"Umm..," the boy hesitated, "I'm America...but my other name is Alfred. Alfred F. Jones," he replied shyly.
"What a wonderful name!" England exclaimed, "I'm the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. But you can just call me England, or big brother."
"B-big brother?" America said, trying out the name. He like how it sounded.
"Big brother!" he shouted gleefully, and lept into England's arms.
England stepped back, surprised, but held America in his arms. He was just the cutest little nation ever.
"Alright America. I better introduce you to the others," England said, turning to the other two countries that were with him.
"That is France," he said, pointing to the disappointed Frenchman. He wanted to be America's big brother.
"And this is Finland," he said, gesturing to the man who was cooking food for the four of them. As if to confirm America's suspicions, he said, "He's making food for the four of us. If you want to, we'd like to take you back to Europe with us, and introduce you to the others. You can live in my house."
"Really? That'd be fun!" America exclaimed. He then lept out of England's hands, and ran over to a buffalo, and started swinging it around.
"America! No! Get away from that! Buffalo's are vile and dangerous creature!" England exclaimed, running after America. He then stopped when he saw America swinging the creature.
"Wow...he's really strong," England said to himself, "The boy has a lot of potential..."
America let go of the buffalo, and it flew in the opposite direction of the four nations. The others peered in the direction it flew, and couldn't even see where it went. They stared in awe at the little nation that had thrown the buffalo.
Soon, the food was finished, and after everyone ate, America curled up into England's arms, and fell asleep. England was cooing a lullaby into his ear as he fell asleep, and then slowly stood up.
"We better get going, I want to be at the ships by sunset," England whispered to the others. They agreed, and the three set off, with America in England's arms, fast asleep.
Okay guys, this was A LOT longer than I thought it would be...I'm going to make it into a two-shot. Don't expect the next chapter until, like, next week though. Life is dumping it's worst on me, so I'm going to crawl into my emo corner. Oh and by the way, this won't really be a FrUk fanfic either. I just thought it would be funny to put at the beginning.