Okay, this is my first fanfic ever, so please be nice...yes, I know I'm no good, XD.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy nonetheless. I know this first chapter's boring, but give it a chance?
My God I'm tired right now...I forgot what else I wanted to say.
Sooo...enjoy?
Chapter 1
He looked outside his window: it was raining. But that's normal weather here. It was actually comforting for the Brit. to hear the pitter-patter of droplets hitting glass and tile. It even made him nostalgic a little...
"Ms Fairy," he whispered, eyes frozen as if locked on something further away, "do your friends have any trouble during weather like this?" This question was asked as if recited by heart.
"No Arthur, we're perfectly fine. We know how to handle ourselves when it rains," chimed a meek, little voice beside his ear, reflecting the asker's tone.
Arthur turned his head slightly towards the little voice, and, with a small 'of course', he cracked a smile and turned back to the window.
England cared about them, his mythical friends, for as long as he could even remember. Sometimes they were his only friends.
His eyes were glazed and distant, thoughtful. His mind went back to the past, to the times when he was an empire and had many colonies, and to those moments he had with his newfound brothers, how he spoiled them and loved to do so. Then came that time...
Arthur's face became sour, yet his gaze didn't waver. His memories were taking him through it all: America leaving him with his War of Independence, Can...uh...that country slowly slipping away leading to the Dominion of Canada, Australia and New Zealand...
He gritted his teeth and frowned.
One by one, they left him. Him. Great Britain. What was wrong with being a colony anyway? Sure, there were some cons with not having control over your own land, but with how a large portion of citizens didn't vote in America and Can...Cannnn...da?...that place, and how Australians needed to be forced to vote with extra taxes, these ex-colonies didn't even deserve to be independent. Those bloody wankers...
A frustrated sigh escaped the gentleman as he ripped his eyes off the window and went for his umbrella.
"I'm going out for a couple of shots. Would you like to accompany me, Ms?" he offered the little damsel.
"Oh, of course," the fairy giggled, somewhat amused, "and I'll make sure to help you if you get...a little too 'tipsy'."
She quickly flew to his side and stationed herself on her friend's shoulder.
Arthur sighed, but only to stifle his laugh. He found that reply pretty funny, actually.
He grabbed his umbrella and made his way to the front door. As he opened the entrance and smelled the fresh, damp air caused by all the rain, one positive thought crossed his mind: he knew that, no matter what happened, he'd always have Ms Fairy and all the others by his side. Always.
He closed the door behind him, opened his umbrella and, with a small chuckle, walked under the rain with his friend.