A/N: Hello guys. So straight to the point. All of you might have or haven't noticed my fascination with England. Unfortunately, that fascination turned into obsession. Was it the history of the country or Arthur wholly, I would never get a grip of understanding. Somehow, i just knew that I can't stop pushing Iggy to alternate and different universes where he is the protagonist of my every fan fiction. Same to Link and Cloud but I'm focusing on this Tsun. I'm going to do something different from Hetalia's England's personality.
Summary: Arthur Kirkland, after the Revolutionary War, changed. The other countries have no idea of what had become of him. Only Russia, Ukraine, and the dead Ancient countries knew what was going on. Little did the countries know that this was really who England is, that he was…
Pairings: World x England, Russia x England
Warnings: Kuudere and Dandere!England, Overprotective!Russia and Ukraine, shitty plot
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I simply own the idea though I might suspect that this idea was simply taken without me noticing.
Arthur was currently imprisoned in Yorktown along with his subordinates after the French fleet their escape route. Americans were rejoicing, judging by the voice outside their cells. Most of the British officers hung their head in shame and helplessness, some of them tended to Arthur, who had passed out due to fatigue and reasons unknown.
Francis and Alfred heard at the predicament of the Brit though both of them had different perspectives. Francis thought that since England/Arthur was still the British Empire, he would do anything to not tarnish his reputation, including this immature aspect of losing consciousness. Alfred, on the other hand, was worried about England, despite his people's hate towards his former guardian. He heard that while marching to the prison cells, Arthur suddenly was thrown into a wall by unknown forces and he passed out.
What could have really happened? Alfred wanted to march down the prison cell and tend to his former guardian but his 'father', George Washington, insisted that they rejoice. After all, both he and his country had worked hard for the freedom they want to attain from the British monarchy. Alfred knew that he had no choice but to obey him; he also wanted to taste his own freedom from the blonde. He made the decision of visiting later. Its not like Arthur's going to disappear, right? When you're a country, your people comes first before your own desires.
They were downright terrified. Jonathan Kurt, one of the British Army Generals, was frozen in shock. He knew what he saw wasn't a dream though he had downright wished through the deepest pits of Earth that it was. Whatever he saw was not human; most definitely not because of the size of the body nor the different color shades of the eyes nor the elongated and bloody fangs flashed at them. No, it was definitely not human. It was a monster. There was proof for the hypothesis. The torn body of their other Captain displayed so otherwise.
Alfred arrived to see the Brits staring in shock at the humongous hole of the prison cell, a torn corpse before the hole, blood and some body parts splattered across the room and the soldiers. with Arthur nowhere to be found. American militia had quickly sounded the alarm as soon as their eyes landed to the huge gaping hole of the British prison hole. Alfred ordered one of his men to let himself inside the cell, another militia man did as he was told.
Alfred had no power to avert his eyes from the corpse, which stench is slowly suffocating all of them despite the open wall broke down by some menacing force. The blonde turned to scrutinize the soldiers. Aside from his militia man, trying to cover up his nose and mouth in disgust, his former guardians men were traumatized so to speak. One soldier, with his excellent hearing skills, he heard, kept mumbling, 'Monster.'
Another set of foot steps dashed to the cell. Alfred looked up to see Francis, his eyes widening at the sight of the mayhem of a corpse. He instantly looked away and covered his face in horror. Alfred shook the mumbling soldier and demanded to tell him everything if he did witness what happened.
"W-We were...just contemplating t-the situation beforehand...no-now t-that we're in your-custody...we...we were expressing h-h-h-how ashamed we were for the loss...b-b-but…" the soldier started to tremble and he was also tongue-tied.
Alfred snapped at him, "Get to the point! What happened?!"
The soldier jumped in fright. The others wept silently. Francis looked like he was also trying to keep his composure from breaking. Alfred himself mirrored the expression of Francis by now.
"ALL OF A SUDDEN, WE HEARD HEAVY FOOTSTEPS! THE MONSTER CREATED THE HOLE AND GRABBED SIR KIRKLAND! GENERAL WALLACE TRIED TO STOP WHATEVER IT WAS BUT HE WAS GOBBLED TO HALF WITH JUST ONE BITE!"
The younger nation could only stare as the British let out panicked puffs. Some of his friends tried to calm him down. One officer stood up and demanded, "Now Mr. America, we have told you of what we saw. Can you please leave us alone for tonight? We've suffered enough humiliation and terror by your country. Addition to that, none of us has dared escape. Who would? That monstrosity might still be lurking beneath the shadows and would likely tear us apart from only one sight."
As much as Alfred would want to snap at the obnoxious soldier, he was stopped by Francis. His hand was placed in shoulder with sympathy and pity seeping out from the very gesture. Alfred sighed and ordered his men to take the imprisoned British soldiers to place them in Philadelphia. His men saluted and grabbed the living soldiers by their cuffed hands. The other American entities, with disgust, grabbed the mutilated body of General Wallace.
Alfred was thoroughly bewildered. How would a supposedly monster go berserk without anyone, or better, him, hearing about it. The soldier did say heavy footsteps so was there no sound resonated through the ground? No echoes whatsoever? Was the celebration too loud that no outside sound can be heard? Was it even impossible?
"Non, mon Amerique. It is not possible to not hear any sound, am I right? But we cannot ignore zis situation. Zhough, I hate mon lapin, I care for 'im. As a country. We must get zis predicament over to your commander, mustn't we?" Francis replied, as if he could read the younger's mind.
Alfred continued to ponder however. The Yorktown is located in Virginia and the prison itself was heavily guarded by American Military. If anyone, or anything, passes by their post who's not authorized as an American or French troops, they would have sent word immediately and sound off the alarms earlier than they did. Unless…
Alfred rushed to Lafayette's tent, feeling the necessity of asking fatality reports according to post guards of the prison. There are ways that people might not have fired the alarm: the bells are sabotaged or the trooper who would report is killed. That could only result in one death but the monster could have taken all of the troops if it doesn't want to be noticed. That would be the simplest form of covering up your own tracks, right?
By the time Alfred reached Lafayette's camp, Francis trailing behind him, he saw Lafayette holding a redcoat uniform. The uniform was only crumpled with no sign of shreds. Both countries' minds clicked: If this uniform was unharmed then it must be Arthur's. Perhaps he was rescued?
"Lieutenant Lafayette, we trust zat you have heard of zhe situation by now, we presume?"
"Yes, I have received from one of your militia men and I sent a search group for your ummm...former guardian"
"How did you get a hold of that uniform?! Where's Arthur?!"
"We have found it in the woods. There was no sign of the British personification…"
"And what of zhe creature?"
"Creature? We have not found any creatures. We might have if there were footprints left but sadly, there was none. I thought that he might have been abducted by a usurper."
"Aaaah, not all of the militia know what's going on. However this English trooper admitted on hearing heavy footsteps, a gigantic creature banged on the wall, and took Arthur. They also one of their generals torn in half...literally, so to speak."
"So what you're saying, Alfred, that this creature took England but before doing so, shred him off of his clothes, and whisked him away with all of its tracks gone?"
"Zis is why we're here, Lafayette. Was zhere a murdered guard stationed on one of zheir posts?"
"None so far, Mr. France, the guards heard no sound. None are killed and the alarm bells are still in good condition."
"And what of the artillery?"
"No damage reported, Mr. America. However, I do suggest that you consult General Washington about this, he might have reports that were not sent to me."
"Right. So I, uh, I'll handle the situation here. I'm the hero! Heroes fix things, right?"
With that, Alfred took off to the direction of the Independence Hall, which is quite far away but a country like Alfred, it would only take him either 30 minutes or an hour to get there. Lafayette retired to his tent, the men scurrying around growing less, and Francis decided to go to his own camp to rest, Arthur's revolutionary clothes within his arms.
Before Francis could entirely enter his tent, he saw a vague silhouette of light platinum and an outline of an unmistakingly long scarf. He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing them profusely, only to stare once more to discover that the silhouette was gone.
Arthur's POV
Where am I? Why is it so cold yet so warm at the same time? Why is it so dark? Am I being carried? If I am, by whom? I doubt Alfred would do this, even that blasted frog...Why do I feel scared? What is there to be scared of? Someone's speaking...Whose voice is it?
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Why can't I hear this person clearly? Who is he? Why does just a single tone in his voice, though I could not process my mind to understanding it, seems so strange yet so familiar...oh so very familiar…
"It's time to wake up now, Мать-Земля"
Pain! It's coursing down my veins! What's happening?! Wha-? What am I seeing? That person is clearly me and - and…
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Is that...Ukraine? Why is she crying? Am I seeing things? Why is everything so blurry? I remember being able to move my body. I almost collapsed. Ukraine held me up and assisted me. Why? I wanted to ask her where we're going…
Before I knew it, I was met with a familiar face…
The country who was always feared by others…
The country who loves to make lives miserable…
This gigantic snowy country…
One word left my mouth as I uttered his name in disbelief…
...Russia?!
And BAM! What did ya guys think? I just simply adore Russia x England! My sister keeps on piling her works of them in our room. Curiosity can be such an initiating force, right? I look forward to your reviews and criticize me as much as you want. I'm still trying to learn creative writing to further nourish my skills. Well, this is the result.
By the way, I 'll let all of you take a guess on this Russian word, though I don't think it's right...Мать-Земля...Good luck guys!
Kuudere and Dandere time later, for now...SLEEP!