A.N.: Based off the song Europa by Globus. Basically putting all the conflicts named in the song into one-shots with Hetalia characters. Starting with the battle of Agincourt with France and England, other characters are to come. Each battles/war will represent one chapter and there might be historical inaccuracy
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or people mentioned.
Edit: Okay, so I didn't like how I started writing this and the way I wrote it. To be fair, I really didn't like it, so I rewrote the first few chapters and I do hope they are better than the original version, and I do think they are. Enjoy!
Warning: OOCness and mentioned of wars and death
He could feel it. Feel him. He was running free inside his lands and that's something that was bothering him. He may have won a couple of battles but that didn't give him the right to come and walk freely wherever he wants. He was on his land and he needed to stop him but he didn't really want to deal with all of this. His king was sick and he needed to make sure he was alright but he also had to protect his land. The decision was made. He would stop the enemy as fast as possible and come back next to his king. It shouldn't be too hard, he knew his enemy hadn't much of an army compare to him that would almost be a piece of cake. Almost.
France had run nonstop with his men up north in hope to catch up with the enemy. They were farther than he had first though, but he still managed to catch up to them before anything bad happened. Sure, Harfleur was taken, but the enemy troops were weaker. They took a month to take the forth it was safe to assume that they wouldn't be in their best shape.
It was October and winter was coming soon. He didn't have the time to do anything else except go home. He would come back in spring, he wasn't in a hurry. Harfleur had fallen into his hands even though it took a month. That's probably why he stopped the attacks and decided to go back home. He wished he could have taken more forts, towns, villages, but Mother Nature was a force he couldn't control, no matter what kind of magic he could do. It saddened him a little, but his king could still proclaim himself King of France and that made him feel a little better.
October 24th would probably be one of the many days that England considered his enemy a little bit stupid. He had to follow him and start a fight. He couldn't understand why. Maybe he was looking for it with all the "I am now the King of France" thing but it's not like he would actually stay in the country.
-Did you really need to come?
-I had to stop you. After all you are in my country, on my land and you took my forts and my towns.
-I am leaving your land.
-Not with your King saying he is the King of France.
-Bloody hell! He is the new King of France and he will be on your throne before the end of the next year.
A heavy rain started to pour down on both of the men. They each cursed a little. None of them were ready for that and none of them had something to protect themselves against the cold rain. Their army wouldn't like it one bit.
-I'm not leaving until I defeated you and that is final, unless you leave my throne alone, then I'll let you go.
-I would never do that in a million years. I give you back Harfleur, you let me access Calais for free, because it's English if I need to remind you, and then I'll leave without the need of a battle.
-I disagree. Calais will be French in no time and there is no way I'm letting you go there for free, as you put it.
-Then I'm afraid we'll have to fight then.
-I'm not afraid of a little battle. Try not to get kill.
-Same goes for me. You too, try not to get kill, I believe we have more than just that to settle.
Both men turned around and went back to their men.
France wasn't feeling at ease with that rain not stopping. The stream that was going down the hill was quickly becoming more than just a stream and they were a little bit trapped in their settlement. He stayed awake all night long looking at things slowly turning to the worst. The field would be muddy and it will be hard to just get up the hill, he wished he could renounce but who was he kidding. If he did he would lose everything he had and the Englishman would not take him into pity. He sighs and wished he could just stop everything as some of his men drowned because their armour was too heavy and there was too much water. He tried to help them but it did little to nothing. He could feel his men starting to wonder if the battle was worth it. He could feel them realising that in the morning they would have to work much harder than the English to only reach them. In the morning he finally had to give them a speech in hope to make them feel better, in hope that they would fight the next morning like the brave men they were. He didn't want them to lose hope. He didn't want to lose hope. They were maybe disadvantage by the rain, the mud and everything else, but deep down the nation knew he was stronger than England. He knew he had more or less 12 000 more men than his enemy. Even if they had trouble reaching the Englishmen, he knew he would eventually win. He was France and his men were brave Frenchmen going against those English that are trying to take their home. The nation smiled. He could feel his men gaining more and more hope. They were boosting their pride, their bravery and their skills. France could feel it. They were ready to fight and to win. Nothing would stop them.
England felt at ease on the top of the hill. His enemy was stuck at the bottom with a torrent going down and he couldn't really go anywhere. The nation loved that sight. Ii was a pretty sight. His enemy was struggling to keep his men together and he could the fear in some of the men on the first line. He would win no matter what. Unfortunately he had to stop watching. He was attacked from behind. For a moment he feared the Frenchman had set that up. The nation cursed as he reached the place where the commotion had started. He quickly realised it was only villagers attacking them and his men had no problems stopping them. He smiled in relief but still noted that those French could easily attack to try to get free.
The next morning the rain had stop. The sun was slowly raising but who needed sun when they could start the battle. England really wanted to go home and he hoped the battle wouldn't be too long and when he saw how the field was he was all too happy. He knew the battle wouldn't last long and he could feel his men's joy. He was having a good morning if he forgot about that three hours argument with the French nation. France, on his side, was a little bit sadder. He saw the field and wanted to run away with his men. They didn't deserve to die in this battle if the conditions of the fight were awful. He couldn't let his men die because of some stupid rain and yet here he was. He couldn't find an agreement with the English nation and he sent his men to their doom. That was all because of him. He something wished he could be a human. He wouldn't have to deal with all of this and feel responsible for all of the death he caused in his own people.
When the battle started England would have laugh if it wasn't for the fact that he was actually fighting. He saw the French cavalry starting to move forward only to struggle in the mud and by the time they reach the English army, if they survived the rain of arrows that was falling on them from both side, they didn't have a lot of energy left. That wasn't the worst and both nations knew that. They could see it and France could only watch in pure horror. His men, his people, died on the battlefield and the men that were still alive tried to continue their way up the hill, but dead body, men like horses would be stuck. They would slip and sometimes fall on one of their friend who fell before them.
It didn't take long. By five p.m. the battle was over. France and what was left of his men flew and England kept some of the prisoners with him. He had won and he would soon be able to go home. He still had some stupid things to do like exchange the prisoners for money and then he had two or three things to talk about with France and then he would be able to take his people back home. A couple of hours after the battle something flashed in the nation's mind. If a village of non-trained people would attack an army, what would train warrior do? He knew he had prisoners but he didn't want to risk it. He didn't want to lose more men. He couldn't afford it, emotionally. He ordered his men to kill the prisoners and the next morning they killed all the French wounded still on the battlefield. England didn't have threat for now and that was what the wanted.
England though about how France really looked like a frog with his eyes as wide. He did find a couple of similarities and he didn't quite understand why the Frenchman said he didn't have a frog ancestor. Really, the similarity was there. No doubts about that.
-Are you even listening to me?
England snapped back to reality and realised that the French nation had probably been talking to him for a couple of minutes now and really, he didn't want to hear the Frenchman complaining about his actions. After all he had lost and the English nation was the winner, he wasn't supposed to listen to the loser.
-I apologize, what were you saying?
-How could you? You killed my men. I would have given you all the money you wanted. Why did you kill them?
-They were suffering out there in the mud; it was the right thing to do.
-I was not talking about the wounded and you know it. I'm talking about your prisoners.
-I suspected they were going to attack while we were sleeping. I didn't want to risk it.
Yes, the wide eyes and the mouth open in confusion really made the French nation look like a frog. Not that England would tell said nation such a thing, but he was now certain the French had some frog at some point in its family.
A.N: And I am done with the rewriting of Agincourt. The Waterloo and Poitier will be rewritten sometimes before a new chapter will be out. Probably before the end of July, but I may have a lot of work to do so I'm not sure. Hope you enjoyed this version and like this one way more than the first one, it's more of an actual fic than a history book xD