A nation's best friend
Summary: All of the sudden, England had a certain God of Mischief as his new King. America was not very happy about it.
Pairings: USUK/CapLok/mention of RuPru and past!PrUk (I just love PrUk bromance so much!)
A side story for Lula Madison's Captain America/Loki fic 'A boy's best friend' but I tried to write it separately so you will still be able to understand this without reading the original (though I still highly recommend you read the first one because it's a very great and awesome story)
Note: This fic is completed and the next chapter will be up tomorrow I will change it to the crossover category when I've posted it all here. Also, there is something you should know about 'A boy's best friend' in order to understand this more clearly (if you are Avengers fan or have watched the movie only): Frigga dived after Loki when he let go of Gungir in this so technically the story does not follow the Avengers movie. Loki did try to take over Earth but Frigga suggested him to start small and become King of England first.
Warning: You may be a little confused at first because both human and country name of England are used. 'England' when it's England's POV and 'Arthur' when it's Loki's POV. Also, the italicized part of Loki's speech is from the original fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor the Avengers.
England had lived for centuries, been through thousand wars, met many different kinds of people, and was now dating his used-to-be-brother, America. And just when he thought there was nothing that could surprise him anymore, God had decided his life needed to be more messy than it had already been and threw him a whole new kind of trouble.
It was ironic, really, how things could change so fast. Yesterday he was having tea with his Queen, and today she suddenly announced that she was abdicating. Three minutes later, England found himself enduring an endless rant from his boss about the fact that a Norse God of Mischief had appeared and pretty much brain-washed everyone.
"Okay, I'll go to the Buckingham Palace now. Yes, of course…Goodbye, Sir." England said, ending the call with a sigh.
It seemed he was going to have a new…King.
As he arrived at the Palace, the British nation didn't bother to inform anyone, instead he walked straight to the room where he heard the 'God' was staying.
The sight that greeted him was not what he had expected.
England's eyes widened as he met gaze with the same shade of emerald green irises as his own. The…God, looked like a simple mortal man. And from the look of it, he was clearly having an afternoon tea with a beautiful woman. She had long blond hair that fell down elegantly at a side of her shoulder. When she turned around, England didn't know what to say or do, instead he just stood there, dumbfounded. Why hadn't anyone told him that there were TWO Gods? Damn it!
"Oh hello! You must be here to take what was left of the former Queen? They are all in the room next door." The woman said to him in a soft tone and smiled warmly.
England choked. "P…pardon?" He looked at himself. He was wearing a green vest and dress shirt with a red tie, his normal casual formal attire. Did he really look like a servant in this?
"Huh? So you are not here for that reason?" She tilted her head to a side. "Then who are you?"
"I don't think you should bother with something so trivial, Mother." The man said, playing with his raven locks, a bored look on his face. "Let me just enter his mind and make him serve us."
England was still too shocked to do anything as the God waved his hand. The island nation winced, waiting for the magic to take effect on him.
Nothing happened.
"Huh?" The God's brows furrowed slightly. He tried again, but found he could not. "Why won't it work?"
The British nation blinked once, then twice. Oh?! Had he really just been afraid that the other's magic would hurt him? Well, maybe the shock had caused him to forget for a moment who he was and where they were at the moment. England relaxed a little, folding his arms in front of his chest, finally regained his composure.
"Because I am no mere human, and I have magic as well." He sniffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Now, I've heard that you two have caused a lot of trouble for myself and my monarchy, So, I politely ask you to stop what you are doing and leave at once before I have to deal with you myself."
"Hm…you are trying to stop me from doing what I want?" The God quirked an eyebrow, smiling somewhat mischeviously. England momentarily wondered if his self-proclaimed-new-King was a psychopath. "You are very interesting. I can feel magic running in your vein. Very powerful…and pure. However, you are not really a sorcerer, are you? You are very different. By the way you said 'caused a lot of trouble for me', I take it you meant it literally?"
"You could say that." England shrugged. "I have a headache this morning, which is probably because of you."
"Why me?"
"You suddenly appeared here out of no where and messed up everything. Of course I'd have a headache!" The Brit snapped. "You made the Queen abdicate her throne and then gave yourself the right to sit on the throne instead. You even passed some new laws so technically, you have just changed some of my vasomotor nerves."
The two Norse Gods appeared surprised at hearing that. The older God raised an eyebrow, then said in a doubtful tone. "You talk like you yourself are this land, this country."
England kept a serious face and replied slowly, but sternly, showing that he was telling the truth. "Indeed ma'am. I am literally the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland."
"Englaaaaaaaaaaaand!" The British nation put the phone away from his ear as a familiar whine burst through the receiver, wincing slightly.
"Stop that! You're bleeding my ear, git!" He snapped as the other started rambling, drowning him with a sea of questions and nonsense words.
"Sorry." Came a quiet reply.
England sighed before softening his voice. "America…" He began. "I know you are worried, but everything here is fine, really. Loki makes a great King after all. The people are starting to love him."
"He banished the royal family, the Prime Minister, the cabinet, removed all taxes from cigarettes, alcohol and petrol, banned speed cameras and wheel clamping, added 6 extra bank holidays to the calendar, and announced that anyone who was evicted from the Big Brother house before the final would be banished and you think that is fine?" America challenged. England wondered how exactly the other could say all of that in one breath. That and the fact that America could remember THAT much information about something that wasn't about himself or video games had England rather surprised and a bit flattered. Though he would never admit that out loud.
"I don't think that your thick skull could tolerate that much information." The Brit said, amused.
"Must everything out of your mouth be an insult? England, this is not a joke." America replied in a serious tone, which England also didn't know he possessed. Life was really full of surprises after all.
"And it makes people happy." England countered. In a softer tone he added "America, you know that is the nature for a country to be loyal to the ruler that makes the people happy, even is that ruler has the power because he rebelled against his predecessor. As long as that person brings wealth and joy to the people, we revere them as our boss. Beside, I said I am fine, did I not?"
The other end was silent for a long time and England worried that the idiot had left to find a hamburger. It had happened before, but then he heard a sigh.
"Fine." America muttered. The island nation couldn't help a light chuckle escape when he thought about America's sulking face at that moment. "This change will not affect our relationship, right?"
"Of course not. What makes you think that?"
"Hm, well okay then. Goodbye, England." There was a pause before he added "I love you." America tone was nothing but affectionate.
The Brit felt his cheeks get a little warmer. "I…I love you too, git." He replied hastily and ended the call. After so many years being together, it had never failed to make England blush and increase his heart rate when he said those little words. Well, it was America's fault then! How could the git say it so easily? The island nation mentally scolded himself as he tried to look intimidating as possible... but failed, as always. A small smile had managed to grace his lips.
"There will be no more kowtowing to the United States and their rogue elements, or so called super heroes. We shall not blindly follow their lead. We will strike out on a new path towards our future together. And if anyone dares to try and stop us then Britain will rise up and strike them down!"
England stood at the back of the balcony where Loki was giving a speech, an amused expression on his face as the crowd cheered for their new King. He had to admit it though, after Churchill, Loki was the only one he felt close with. The God, as it turned out, had a lot of things in common with him and they had become great companion in the last few days. Loki was even allowed to call him Arthur. Though it had taken three hours to explain to Loki why other countries referred to him as 'England' when he was a personification of the United Kingdom. And then one more hour to persuade Loki that Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland were his brothers and they were not a threat to him, despite the fact that Scotland openly hated England. Beside, people seemed to love the New King, so who he was to complain? Everything was perfect and he had nothing to worry about.
Except the fact that America wouldn't react calmly or rationally to that speech.
"What is your relationship with the United States?" Loki asked when he and Arthur were having an afternoon tea four days after his coronation and everything had settled down. He didn't bother to address him by his country name anymore, it was quite complicated to understand all the proper naming and he had soon given up on it. Loki still couldn't believe he was able to get along so well with his country, even to the point of growing a strong bond between them so quickly. Arthur was very smart and polite. His manners were impeccable and his magic ability was very good. A shame that he didn't use it too often, but Loki had promised to help him gain his skill back and teach him some new spells too.
"W…What?" Arthur sputtered, almost choking on his tea at the sudden question. "Why do you ask that?"
"I received a message from the United States disputing my position as ruler yesterday." Loki replied, looking straight into England's eyes. "It came as an e-mail, but there was a hand-writing letter as well. I have to say I am not really surprised if it is America himself who wrote that. The letter is full of grammar mistakes and reeks of that food called...hamburger. I'd have thought it was a poisonous letter that was sent to murder me, had I not forced my brain to translate the whole thing into proper English."
"You read a letter addressed to me?" England exclaimed. "That was rather rude of a King, you know."
Loki just shrugged. "I am your King now. I have every right to know about my country's relationship with others. And from what I've heard, you and America are in a rather 'special relationship'?" He intentionally emphasized the word 'special'.
England felt his cheeks burn. "If you already known, then why ask?" He grumbled, tried to hide the blush with his cup of tea but the King... God...whatever, could see right through it. Now that was interesting.
"I find the idea of countries really existing as an entity amusing, and I am curious about how your relationship works. Tell me about you and America. A king must know more about his country, right? Besides, we need to get to know more about each other sooner or later. What could be better way to strengthen the bond between a King and his country than to become close friends?" Loki smiled in a gentle way that he didn't think he himself was capable of. It was as if being a King had given him a sense of responsibility and protectiveness.
Loki looked at his nation's eyes. Arthur's emerald orbs were beautiful, but he also saw a dim veil covering the surface, hiding thousand years of history, of wars, of pain and, if what he had read was right, Arthur's childhood was definitely not better than his own had been.
The island nation pondered for a while and the God wondered if it was the right time to ask so much of Arthur. But he really did care for the other, and what was the point of being a King without knowing his own kingdom's feelings? They needed to trust each other, after all.
"Well…we used to be brothers." Arthur began, eyes glued to his linked hands which rested on his knees. He didn't look up. "I took care of him all of his childhood and then he grew up, rebelled against me and we parted ways." He mumbled. Loki wasn't pleased with the way the other summed up the whole story, but didn't push the matter further. He could wait.
Arthur took a deep breath and then continued. "We didn't meet for a long time, wars were fought, many things happened, and then there came World War II. We were allies in World War I as well though. But this time, this Second World War, it was different. We fought along side one another and when it was all ended…" This time, the Brit looked up and Loki felt something stirring inside his heart at the sight of that small smile. He couldn't remember seeing Arthur smile since he got there.
"America confessed to me. It was the happiest day of my life, really. After so many years, I think I've finally found my happiness, you know." Arthur said, reaching out and grasping Loki's hands. "America is very important to me, your Majesty. I know he is still a brat most of the time but he is not that bad. You just need to get to know him. I'm sure you two will get along." He rambled nervously. Loki understood.
"You think I don't support you dating America?" The God asked, smiling slyly, eyes shone with mischievousness.
"I…I thought you didn't like him." Arthur stuttered, looking nervous. Loki had to refrain himself from laughing out loud. Seriously, England was just too cute and naïve. How could he be so naïve? Naïve and smart at the same time? Countries were such odd creatures.
"Well, I haven't met him yet so how can I possibly know if I like America or not? But don't worry, as long as he makes you happy, I won't object to your relationship. Besides…" Loki traced his fingers across the table lazily, feeling butterflies in his stomach as he voiced out the truth. "…I am dating Captain America."
This time, Arthur choked on his tea, literally. "W-What!?" The nation exclaimed while wiping his now-stained-with-tea shirt. "You are dating who?"
"Captain America." Loki replied as a matter of fact. "He is a very fine man, so I don't think his country can be any worse, right?"
"Eh…ehm…yeah, I think so…" Arthur stammered. Loki raised an eyebrow. "It is just…I've known Steve since the Second World War and…it is kind of a shock to know that he's dating you, your Majesty."
"You've known him since the Second World War?" The God seemed surprised, but then he remembered. "Ahh, right, I forgot."
An awkward silent had found its way into the room, making both of them rather uncomfortable. Their personal relationships were, for lack of a better word, complicated after all. Loki thought about it for a while and then decided it was time to move to another subject. They had a lot of time to discuss this later. It took time to be completely open with another person and he understood that. He just needed to be patient. For now, Loki thought, a small entertaining activity was enough.
"So…would you like to head into battle with me?"
After spending months on a dusty army base in the middle of a desert, defusing roadside devices, deflected missiles so they exploded harmlessly in the sky, and casting spells that enchanted the base, Loki was gaining more and more respect as well as adoration from his soldier and of course, Arthur. They made sure the base would be safe, and yet somehow they had accidentally summoned Ivan, or Russia, countless times instead of a devil when he taught the British nation more about magic.
Sure, they still had arguments sometimes. Like when after he had mistakenly summoned Russia, the God had suggested that Arthur should hang out with a big, sweet, and powerful man like him more often. Loki didn't understand why the Brit had looked at him as if he had three heads when he said that. And even more baffling was when the other said his only connection with Ivan was the fact that he used to date Ivan's now-boyfriend, which led to the God's curiousness being raised to its highest and he started asking about Arthur's previous relationships every chances he got, only to have his nation close the door in his face for the rest of the week.
But above all, Loki now was treated with respect and awe by all the soldiers, his subjects, the government, and every one of them swore their allegiance to their new king.
Arthur was no exception either.
AN: Hi! It has been a long time since I updated anything so I hope you guys like this :D As you can see, I joined the Avengers fandom while ago and Loki is my most favourite character so far. I think he and England will get along very well, considering the fact that they have so many things in common (and they are both...green? XD). It is my first time writing a three-shot, too ^^ I hope I didn't mess things up to much.
Special thanks to Pixiedust291 for helping me beta this and Lula Madison for giving me permission. You are both wonderful!
See you next time! Reviews would be lovely.
~Albi~
