Author's note: I remember the time when I liked the not so popular Hetalia fan pairing PrUK more and more, I'm not exactly sure of the reason why, maybe it was because it was cute, maybe it was because it had a connection with History as I am a history lover myself or maybe it's the just the thought of two of the former great empires getting together.

So one day I felt like interpreting a PrUK history story based on what I have found out or from sources I have discovered, although as this story is about a pairing I have also decided to include some additional or 'behind the scenes' fluff too in the more relevant areas. In case you are wondering this is not a Yaoi, I know the Hetalia fandom is known for it's love of Yaoi but I have never really been a fan of the Uke-Seme concept, as I believe it is unequal as well as unrealistic. Besides in more realistic terms I really cannot picture these two Empires trying to dominate each other otherwise they would probably end up going to war, since the British Prussian ties since the Seven Years War were not always exactly friendly or romantic, there was a certain level of angst as well as understanding in the history between these countries.

This is just my interpretation (or you may call it headcanon) of the the relationship between the characters of the personified nations Britain and Prussia. You may see it a different way or you may want to be entitled to follow the canon, I really do not mind either way, I like to respect other's opinions and if you want to express your opinions on Hetalia or history in general that is fine with me. But in the end I have decided to set this story in a alternative universe from the canon anyway.

Finally, on behalf of the author I sincerely hope you will enjoy my story.

Prologue

Arthur stood there, still as a statue on his balcony overlooking the trees around him, the evening wind whipped through his golden hair as he watched the sun slowly fade to be obscured by the darkness which was slowly creeping its way forward into the blood red sky.

Arthur had been feeling uneasy, he had been having dreams causing memories of the past to come flowing back to him, he had tried to shut them out but it was almost impossible, even though he had a new life. Yet memories joyous and dark kept recurring in his head, memories of great victories and guilty mistakes came flooding back to him like a river that had suddenly managed to break through a great dam, he had tried to let go but instead he simply gave up and slumped onto his knees. Several tears fell from Arthur's emerald eyes as he pulled from his breast pocket, a pendant in the form of a small iron cross, he fingered it for a few seconds before kissing it lightly and looking up to the sky above him, then a voice whispered in his ear softly.

'Arthur?' he looked up and there was his partner, Norway, who looked at Arthur with concern 'Are you feeling ok?'

'Lukas?' Arthur looked up to see Norway looking at him with raised eyebrows

'You just seem a little...' Norway said but Arthur cut across him

'I'm fine Lukas, really...'

'Then why are you slumped down like that?' asked Norway 'You are not normally like this!'

'I'm just going through this phase that's all!' explained Arthur grimacing 'It's nothing you should worry about!'

Norway stared at him and then said simply 'Why don't you come inside it's getting dark.'

'I suppose that's a good idea...' sighed Arthur 'Shall I make some tea for us both?'

Norway nodded and proceeded indoors.

Norway was quite graceful the way he walked his violet eyes sparkled as the sun began to draw to a close. There was a reason Britain had chosen Norway to be his partner, he was shy and rather quiet, but he also had a mysterious air about him, but as well as that he was also gentle and he really seemed to understand Arthur for what he was, whereas a lot of the other nations sometimes liked to mock him even in this day and age for his slightly unusual behaviour.

'I'll turn the kettle on!' called Arthur to Norway, he flicked it on and a few minutes later he carried two mugs of steaming hot tea into the living room, he joined Norway on the couch and for a moment they simply sat there in silence but then Norway spoke softly

'What has been bothering you Arthur?' he asked

'My sweet Lukas,' sighed Arthur 'do you really want to know?'

Norway nodded in response, as he did so; Arthur pulled out the small iron cross and laid it on Norway's palm

'Does this ring a bell?' asked Arthur

'Yes it does!' replied Norway 'That looks like a token of the great Prussia!'

Arthur nodded sadly and then turned briefly away from Norway

'Did you know each other or something?' asked Norway curiously

'Well... let's say it was more than that...' said Arthur turning back to Norway 'We were quite close...'

'Really?' gasped Norway

'Really!' Arthur actually smiled at these words, and then he asked sadly 'You know when you go through a phase when all of these past memories come suddenly flooding back to you?'

'Yes' sighed Norway after Arthur's words, Arthur knew that a long time ago now, Norway had broken up with Denmark 'Me and Denmark are still friends' he explained, also smiling slightly 'but sometimes I can just remember those times when we were really close.'

Arthur sighed at these words 'It's a slightly different story for me, Lukas...' he said in a dark undertone 'Sometimes I feel I can't forgive myself for what happened but deep down, I know he would forgive me in the end...'

'What do you mean?' asked Norway curiously

'Do you wish to hear the whole story?' asked Arthur

Norway nodded 'I think that would be a good idea.'

At these words, Britain went on to commence his story...