Hello, everyone! This is my first story on and I apologize first hand for any mistakes. Just so you know, this has NOTHING to do with actual history that actual happened. Although some parts will be historically accurate but for the most part, it's all made-up. Anyways, here it is.

Uh…um…oh, dear lord, this is annoying. Why did I let America talk me into this? Oh well…ahem, bonjour, everyone. I am the representative of West of France, the nation of Montague. I had once lived with England for a short period of time, wondering his house for food.

Unfortunately, his food was absolutely repulsive.

Allow me to tell this story from the beginning, the year was 1597. It was the year when the tragic tale of Romeo and Juliet became a play. Ah…I love that tale. Although France dislikes it, I am quite in love with English literature. In fact, I think it was their feud that began this entire thing…

It was a bright warm sunny day. It was the perfect weather to visit the beach, that's what France thought when he walked on the hot sandy beach. The soft ocean breeze welcomed the young man.

"Ah, what a wonderful sight for these eyes of mine," he sighed wholeheartedly as he looked forward to the bright blue sea before him. The water glistens like precious diamonds from the rays of sunlight from above his head. France took a few deep breaths and turned to the grumpy country behind him. "England! Come here and look at this beautiful scenery with me!"

England grumbled. He wasn't very thrilled about the trip at all to say the very least. The Englishman was actually pretty annoyed out of his mind at France's flamboyant attitude. He groaned and rubbed his temples. "That idiot...I'm beginning to believe that he just invited me here to waste my time," grumbled England.

England sighed and sat down on a patch of short grass under the shade of a nearby tree. He reached for his bag and took out his copy of William Shakespeare's latest book turned musical, Romeo and Juliet. As England began reading out loud little did he know that little Montague was listening.

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

Montague loved hearing England read. The elder country spoke clearly and loudly which very much pleased the little nation.

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

Montague went closer and closer to England. The young child wanted to hear him with more clarity. As little Montague's distance from England grew smaller, France noticed little Montague.

The moment France noticed the young child, he noticed the shining blonde hair like his, bright blue eyes like his and fair skin like his. France almost fainted. That little boy could be his little brother!

France ran as fast as he could to the little country. He had never thought this day would ever come again. Ever since England won America over him, France had been so depressed but now it was like the heavens were smiling upon him again. "Petit frère!"

The little country looked up to the person who spoke the weird language. France grabbed him and hugged him ever so tightly. "My little brother!" France squealed happily at the young child.

England groaned and closed his book shut. "France, you better have a good reason to interrupt my reading session!" England roared. He was however caught with surprise at the little boy France was hugging. His vein popped and he pointed his index finger at the child. "Where the hell did that child come from?"

"He is my new little brother," France chirped.

England rolled his eyes to the child that was desperately trying to get out of France's hold. "Yes, he seems to like you very much," England said ironically.

France sensed the insult. He shrugged it off and turned to the little nation in his hands with a smile. "Big brother France will take care of you very well compared to how England will"

The comment hit England's nerve. He turned to face France. "How dare you say you are better than me? I am a far better caretaker than you will ever be!"

"Oh, you believe so, you tasteless English bastard" France challenged.

"The hell I will!"

Meanwhile, little Montague was caught between a rock and a hard place literally. He taken from country to country that struggling to escape was becoming rather tiring. He was able to get out of both of the country's hold and sat on the sand while watching them fight.

A little while longer, Montague's stomach growled. He groaned and patted his flat gut. "I'm hungry," he mumbled with a frown.

He looked over to the bags that France and England. He got up and fumbled himself over to them. He inspected England's bag first. He carefully moved the items in England's bag to avoid breaking anything. His little hands grabbed the first thing that felt like food.

Montague pulled it out. It was a plastic box. He opened the lid and it was the weirdest thing he had ever seen.

It was black and still bubbling with a purple tentacle sticking out. Out of curiosity, Montague poked it with his little index finger and pulled out a little bit of the 'food'. He sniffed it and it smelled strange to him. He put the black sticky 'food' up to his mouth and licked it just a tiny bit.

Montague's eyes widen. He held his throat and gagged with disgust as the liquid travel down his young throat.

The sound of Montague gagging caught France's attention. "Gah! He ate your food!" he yelled at England and rushed to the little nation's aid. France quickly took out one of his crepes from his bag and gave it to the boy. "Hurry and eat this crepe before you die, little nation," he urged Montague to eat it.

Montague nibbled onto the crepe. His eyebrows rose with interest and he grabbed the pastry from France's hands.

France sighed with relief to see the child looking curiously at the crepe he held. "That was a lucky, little one. You almost died from England's horrible cooking," he ushered Montague while patting his messy blonde hair.

"What is this thing that saved my life?" Montague's eyes concentrated on the food he held in his little hands.

France laughed lightly at his question. "That is a crepe created by moi," France placed his hand on his chest indicating that moi refers to him. "It is one of the many delicacies that I have from my home," he said proudly.

Montague looked up to France. His big sapphire eyes looked intently at the young man. A small trickle of drool ran down the corner of his little lips as France continued to explain 'delicacies' to the little unknown nation.

"Can I have some more of these 'de-lee-cacies'?" Montague asked politely, almost begging. France looked down to him and smiled softly.

"Of course, you are now my brother!" France laughed. He took Montague's little hand and began walking into the direction of his house.

As Montague was being taken to his new home, he remembered the grumpy man that was left behind at his beach. He turned his little head around to England and shouted, "England! Your food really sucks but I really like your books!"

England's jaw dropped. "I don't know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment"

*Montague was the name of one of the two families that fought in the story Romeo and Juliet

*1597 is the year of when the play of Romeo and Juliet was first published in a quarto version. This text was of poor quality, and later editions corrected it, bringing it more in line with Shakespeare's original.

* The passage England read out loud was part of the Prologue of William Shakespere's version of Romeo and Juliet

Okay, that's it for now. Please review and sorry for any mistakes that were found in this first chapter. Please review and tell me what you think!