Summary: Japan isn't the only nation facing dilemas from Brittania, so is the EU

Summary: Brittania has its knights, Europe has the Musketeers.

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"Thoughts"

"Speakers"

Act 1 : The Start.

June 8, 2017, Musketeer Line, On the French-German Border

As the train rattled down the line towards its destination, a young man of about 17 bobbed his head and tapped to the beat of his PSP. By European standards he was on the chubby side and quite tanned but this was to be expected for a son of the island nation of the South Philippine Republic. He wore glasses for his nearsightedness but it fit him as if they were meant to be and his chubbiness only complimented him further. But beneath his humble smile he always seems to wear, laid a force to be reckoned with and one that cannot be denied.

"Um, stewardess, you got any ramen on board?" Pleaded the young man as he rubbed his stomach as it growled. The stewardess approached and sighed in annoyance "As I said before Monsieur Sagrado, we do not have ramen on this train, now please be quiet, you are disturbing the other passengers." After she said this and left, the young man looked awkwardly down the row of seats. Around him were the frowning and annoyed looks of his fellow passengers, with the exception for one smiling pony-tailed little girl and her surprised mother.

"Told you I would call her eight times." He whispered, smiling.

Giggling, the little girl responds "Wow Monsieur Sagrado, for a teenager, you're weird."

Chuckling he responds, "I say act your shoe size, not your age. Besides don't call me Monsieur Sagrado, only older people should call me that, it makes me feel old if younger people say it to me so just call me Mikhail or Mike for short."

"Why?" asked the little girl.

"I'm the informal type."

As the little girl nodded in awe and understanding, the mother than spoke up after Mikhail's surprising approval of doing the dare of a small child, despite the fact that she was giggling herself. "Monsieur Sagrado," She whispered "why would you attempt the games of a child, you being a Musketeer no less."

"You're a Musketeer, Mike?" Asked the little girl.

"Technically no, considering that I'm still an academy student." He said while looking down at his Musketeer school uniform (think Persona 3 style school uniform).

"None the less, you should try to set an example of yourself for others."

"I am it's just that I don't like the fact that we have to act all high and mighty just for public image, it makes us look like those Brittanian Knights and the last thing I want is to be compared, to those bas-"He stops short from his words remembering the little girl "bass smelling bad guys." He says, crinkling his nose.

"You were gonna say bastard huh?" Both Mikhail and the Young Mother look at the child in surprise.

"Sonya!" Exclaimed the Young Mother.

"What? You say the same things about Brittannian Knights."

"Only at home." She whispered.

"OK change in subject, so where are you two headed?" Asked Mikhail.

"The same place you are going."

"Huh?"

"I work for the 47th Musketeer Research Corp. and will begin work as an avionics teacher at the Musketeer Avionics Academy." She smiled innocently "The same academy this train is headed towards."

"Really now." He said nervously "Crap, crap, crap! I'm not even at the academy yet and I'm already in trouble!"

Sensing his nervousness, she puts up her hand "Do not worry you are not in trouble, as a matter of fact, I am thankful to see someone talk like you."

"Um, your welcome Madame...?"

"Sakurazaki, Collette Sakurazaki or Professor Sakurazaki for you I suppose and this is my daughter Sonya Sakurazaki."

"It's nice to meet you both."

"We will be arriving at Avenir West Station shortly, thank-you for choosing the SNCF Musketeer Line and hope that you enjoy your day. Also, all incoming Musketeer apprentices are to report to front of the station to be transported to your dorms"

"I believe that this is our stop c'mon Sonya." She says as she gets up.

"Not coming?"

"I have business somewhere else, which reminds me, what is you rank and position?"

"I'm a 2nd Lieutenant and pilot."

"Ever pilot a knightmare frame?"

"A little, why?" He said in confusion.

She eyes him carefully than extends her hand, which confuses Mikhail even more. "It was nice to meet you Monsieur Sagrado, and I hope we will meet again soon."

"Like wise." He said while returning the hand shake.

"What about me?" Whined Sonya.

"I hope to see you again soon too Sonya." He said chuckling.

As Sonya turned to wave good-bye, she than turns to her mother. "Mama, what was that about?"

Professor Sakurazaki looks down at her daughter and smiles evilly.

"Mama, stop trying to do naughty things with younger men!"

"I am not thinking of that Sonya, which reminds me, where do you learn these things?"

"Through you and Papa, but mostly you." Said Sonya "Oh and the Internet."

"Remind to block out Facebook when we get home."

"You know I'll just find a way to get around it. So anyway's what were you planning?" Eying her mother suspiciously.

Professor Sakurazaki looks down at her daughter with an evil grin "Oh, I just found the last few pieces of a puzzle I have been trying to solve."

Sonya looks at her mother confusingly but than gets the idea, shaking her head in the process. "Oh poor Monsieur Mikhail, yet another poor victim in my mothers sick sexual experiments."

"You know exactly what I'm saying Sonya." Professor Sakurazaki said rubbing the Bridge of her nose.

"I know, I just thought it would be funny."

--End of Act 1--

Next Act : "Every story has some kind of beginning, maybe a chance of fate, a meeting, a moment or simply..."

Act II : Every Story Begins with a Name...