"My little baby." Britannia says with while holding her new born baby.
"Mommy." Scotland said to his mother, while looking to his new born baby brother. It was Scotland, Wales, Ireland, and England. England being the newest baby that she is holding in her arms.
She is humming to her sleeping baby. Her brother, Anglo-Saxon, is hovering over her and seeing the new baby boy.
It was not a surprise for ancients to go with each other, even if they are siblings. It was the times back then and as countries would they have an option, if their culture or people demand it.
Anglo-Saxon is the youngest brother, he has very fine built, a strong warrior, with shoulder-length blonde hair, a full beard, and with blue eyes. He is taller than his sister, even though he is younger than her. England got his hair color.
Britannia is different from her brother. She is a red head with beautiful woman's physic, and piercing green eyes that England inherited. She is wearing her hair in a braid with strands of sweat coming down her face from the painful birth. But it was worth it, giving birth to a beautiful boy, a beautiful nation.
She will care for baby while her young sons and her brother help with agriculture, building, and other chores that occupy their time. Anglo-Saxon will go around the tribes of Britannia to express the joyous news about the birth of a nation. He will announce the same to his kingdoms that surround the land mass.
She is cooking, her horrid cooking, that her family chocks on. Another thing England will inherit from his mother, but not as bad. However, in the middle of her cooking she drops the pot and collapses on her knees. Her eyes begin to glow white. She witness a vision of the landscape flooding. The land she lives in will be covered with water for a long time. The land will surface one day, but once it does she will be dead. The vision ends.
She stays on the ground with tears flowing down. She puts her face and her hands. She whimpers, while the England cries for his mother's comfort.
After a while, Anglo-Saxon arrives with the hunt that little Scotland help capture, or he allows the boy to think. Scotland is going around showing his mother of the rabbit he was able to kill and she forces a small smile towards her son. Wales and Ireland join their father in hunting, but they were gathering barriers and other things for they can eat. Anglo-Saxon notices his wife/sister despair look. He came to comfort her, but nothing can distract her from the doom that is nearing. She look out of the window and knew she had to sacrifice herself to save everyone in her family.
She is very friendly with many of the mythical creature that cover the lands of Britannia. She would look for mythical animals that will be able to take care of her young ones, when she dies, they will not be alone. She found a lochness monster to take care of her oldest, Scotland. She found a leprechaun for Ireland. A red dragon is meant to take care of Wales. She got a unicorn to love her child England. Once finding these creatures, she would converse with them and convince them to love her children and be their guardians, because she will die with this storm that is coming. However she will use all her magical power to create shields to guard the creatures and her children. While she discuss with them, she in a manner will slowly implant love magic in their hearts to make certain they will adore her children as she did. After talking to them, she would go to the cliffs of the land and see the ocean that she fears so much, now. She would look at the land mass that would connect Britain with Ireland and the land that connect Britain to France. The land mass that brought seed that would bore her brother and her. She would feel the wind of the sea on her face and tears would begin to stream down.
It was the day, it has been storming since for many nights. The big hurricane arrive and it swept through the land. She rush to put sleep the magical creatures that awake with her children by their side. She would state a last goodbye, with one last kiss for her children. Anglo-Saxon was away in the European Continent. He didn't know that it will be many years, until he will return to the main land of Britain.
She is too late. The great hurricane that will drown her is approaching near, she tries to fly to get their faster, but the wind threw her around and slam her on the ground. She took most of the damage, protecting her new baby. She would use her magic to block the stones and trees that wind ripped from the ground and would come towards them. It is too late. She made a shield around her baby to concentrate all her magic on protecting England. She would make a weaker shield to protect her, but it failed with the strength of the storm. She began to drown, but made sure to hold her child tight to her breast. She sang one last lullaby to her baby.
After many days pass, the storm calm down. The storm drowned the land mass between Britain and Ireland. It cover the land mass between Britain and France. The island became smaller and many more lakes appeared in the land. The land has been in a disaster. Many people of the land died. Britannia was holding her child, but she was dead. She died protecting all those she loved. England verily 8 months old, he awoke after the spell wore off. A spell she cast on all the mythical creatures, her children, and her brother that they would not awake until the shield felt to be in complete dry land. That the storm was gone and no danger was present. England awoke and began to cry. His mother's body is holding him, but he felt no comfort from her lifeless body. The unicorn awoke and seek out England. The unicorn found England surrounded by other bloated dead bodies and being held by his mother's corpse. The unicorn picked up England and pick the corpse of Britannia. She lay her close to the Stonehenge. The land wrap around her and took her into the ground. She was born from the dirt and return back into the dirt. A beautiful red rose that glow a beautiful green light around it appeared where once the corpse was. A nation is born from a flower and when they die they return to being a flower. A flower bloom in the center of Stonehenge.
So as some of you might notice that the story of England won't follow all the history in a accurate way. I will take some historical elements and will apply it to the fanfiction, but I will add my own twists and turns to make the story, hopefully, more interesting and what I would like to see. Please don't use my stories as an accurate representation of history because it is not, to be honest.