English Red

Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me. This story was written in fun. References were taken from The Red Haired League and Double Sin

Arthur stared at the paper and shook his head. Every couple of years, one of his children would take it into their heads to keep their fatherland on his toes.

It was no secret to the English that the personification of their country had a weakness for redheads, especially the ladies. Though if you were to ask a certain Sir Arthur Kirkland he would deny it till his face was blue.

His most famous infatuation being HRH Elizabeth I (and later a certain Baroness but at this point the poor man doesn't know it yet). How else to explain the English country's willingness to join Scotland despite the childhood abuse inflicted by the elder?

In his heart, Arthur knew there was some truth in it. However there are appearances that need to be maintained, he is a gentleman!

And occasionally his children could not help teasing him about it. Oh, they did it subtly – no need to let what was almost a national secret out in the open. Though one can't help it if the other countries can't see what was right under their noses, literally.

But still! There was no need for the bloody wankers to announce it all on the national paper! Ahh, but that doesn't stop his people from teasing their beloved country every once in a while.

Arthur could not help but recall the episode involving a certain detective, fictional or not. He had received the telegram in the morning together with a copy of The Strand. The only words on it were 'In your honor, dear Sir 'tucked into the first page of magazine.

The next few minutes saw the infamous bushy brows raised and lower in rapid succession as England read the latest short story involving the most famous detective the world has ever known. ' The Red Headed League indeed.'

You can be sure that shortly after Arthur had a word with Mister Doyle about his cheek. Although, now that Arthur thought about it, the praise he rained on the young man for his creativity probably overshadowed any reprimand that was given in the author's mind.

And now, this slip of a girl was doing it not once, twice but repeatedly in her stories. Who would have believed that shy Agatha

would…it was so obvious that the English nation is surprise that Francis haven't figured out his secret. For god sake, the character shares the same first name as him!

With a blush as red mane he supposedly admires, Arthur mouthed the phrase as spoken by another famous detective. 'Aurburn hair – always the aurburn hair!'

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