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Chapter 2: Family rebellion

Across the seas and spinning the globe to about halfway around would eventually lead you to two countries in the ever famous continent: Europe. Amidst the bustling cities populated with its citizens and tourists to which it was known for, it is left behind to stray into the serene countryside shared by the latter. Sheep and cattle dotted along its hills, the sky quite in gloom yet hardly any rainfall. The sun starts to show itself after a five hour train ride, though it takes about an hour more to arrive to the final destination.

Here a large manor stood tall and mighty, towering over the plains and valleys that is inside its domain. At its height, the roof can be seen at the tips of the trees, welcoming its guests and at the same time radiate power; how surreal. Although this is known as a rest house, most of his business meetings are held here in private. Glimmering white and lined with statues of old, the manor has a total of fifteen rooms, six conference halls, a giant dining room and, to the delight of others, has eight bathrooms scattered all over in its three storey hold.

Stables on the right and the golf course to the left, this seven hundred acre land was handpicked to his wishes. A child's playground is hidden from view at the back, newly built complete with swings and slides; more than enough for two. The garden boasts a wide array of precious native and foreign flora, carefully pruned and managed by hired gardeners.

An armoured car enters its gates flanked with body guards, special agent personnel and very noisy sirens. The area surveyed and inspected, the guards gave the go signal and ushered their client inside. The halls were empty, every footstep echoed. Each door was opened by armed guards, a quick search for any unnecessary arms before letting them inside. Once did he stop to check if his blonde hair looked that marvellous on the wall-high mirror. A faint sound of laughter can be heard in one of its many rooms. He raised an eyebrow, slightly curious but the thought was easily dismissed as they were asked to stop. The conference room had massive doors decorated in intricate patterns. The British flag embossed largely for the visitor to see.

[..Sacre Bleu..Doesn't he ever stop being so proud?..] The man thought, rolling his eyes.

The doors open slowly and they walked inside. Two guards were left outside; just in case. Another man sat at the end of a long table, busily reading papers. He looked quite serious about it, his eyebrows scrunched in concentration so much that he has yet to notice his guest. His tea has gone cold, undesirable for him now. The papers were stacked high into four individual columns: statements, progress reports, problems and dues, and relations. Annoyed by his ignorance he tapped his foot impatiently, hoping to get his attention. His gesture was rewarded harshly.

"..Haven't you been taught the idea that tapping your foot is quite insulting to the other party?.." He said bluntly, looking up at him from his papers. He looked tired and problematic, but nevertheless his eyes never lose its focus; sometimes.

"..Mon cher..haven't they taught you either that keeping your guests waiting is also quite insulting?.." He said in mock tone. His blue eyes glint with mischief, his mouth twisted in a smug grin.

"..I have sent a letter a week before that our meeting would be cancelled for now. Tell me, why would you come here anyway France, if you please.." he said.

He walked to his side and patted his hair playfully. "..England you sour puss, don't go barking at me because of the qualms in your nation. I have arrived with a business deal for you that you must be dying to know about!" said France, dramatizing his words.

Sighing, England requested a butler to keep his papers away for now as France sat next to his seat. "..It's a bit difficult to pass around notes if I sit at the other end." He chuckled, bringing out a suitcase and filed the papers neatly on the table. The file was barely an inch thick, but it made the Englishman curious to what is in store for him. France has been having a crisis lately on resources, and possibly came to finally admit defeat and ask for help from the other nations. England rolled his eyes and waited patiently, his curiosity growing. Apparently the Frenchman decided to troll him by covering the papers using a folder, thus blocking his feat to take a peek at it.

"..Now, to business!.." He exclaimed, passing the file to England while opening a copy of his own. "..I do hope that you would agree with me that we have found enough reasons to pull through with this operation, if I can say so myself."

England raised an eyebrow and opened the file. Strangely enough, the first page comprises of a picture of an island in the south. Multiple diagrams were tallied in the next few pages citing mining possibilities, natural ore reserves, theoretical oil areas and many more. The coast of the island had sketches of fishing industries, a naval base and several nuclear reactors a few miles off. The dairy farms were noted and made smaller due to the needed space for the new infrastructures; some were even completely erased. A large patch of an existing forest was encircled and crossed out in red, an arrow pointing to a new headquarters with, sadly, both of their flags on it.

France on the other hand, was too busy chattering about the new project. "..The map is quite detailed. Almost everything is explained briefly on the pages. Though I think it would be better if the headquarters would be built a bit more to the left. We'll have a better view of the sea that way. Not much sun would shine but sunlight is great at exfoliating the skin~." He mused.

The discussion was not truly economical yet England still continued to stare at the island in disbelief. France was about to go through his ideas of a new French shopping mall when England slammed his hands onto the table, enraged.

"..E-eh?..Do you think the mall is too much?..We can just scratch that out if you want but I still want the mall somewhere if you don't mind. Everyone would get their necessities there." He said.

England flipped through the pages until he came back to the drawing of the island and slammed it down in front of him. "Either you have forgotten that quickly, or you deliberately decided to make plans even if I have told you already that you cannot!" he scowled.

On the paper lay a close up view of the Oceania islands. The main island featured was New Zealand, a small island nation below the Australian continent. The nation's main source of income would be the production of dairy products that are shipped all over the world. Conquering nations heard rumours of rich mineral deposits and its lush forests serve as a great source of lumber, food and many others.

"He is still a child. He would not understand any terms you would throw at him and I have clearly told you that I will not have you abuse his young age for you to hoard all of those natural resources for your own personal gain!" He spat.

"..England..Arthur..I am not hoarding those resources. Look! I even placed your flag there as a statement that we are sharing the nation! We will both help him understand what to do so that in the future he already knows how it is done. I will make sure that everything we would take would be replaced. By then there would be plenty of resources for the three of us." he said.

"..Do not use the term we because I am not part of any of this! You are not even allowed to place settlements there!" He barked.

"..Hmmm..Think about it this way: We would be teaching your little spawn how to manage his own nation; how to use those resources for his own benefits and in helping out others who are in dire need of them. And act of kindness so to speak. Isn't that how parents are supposed to be to their children? Teachers?" He stated.

England grimaced. He knew full well that France would use that trick sooner or later. It wasn't that long ago when he had told France about the boy. He knew the risks to have a joint custody with another nation yet New Zealand needed a father. (Due to the fact that NZ already thought of him as his mum by then.) However, France has already been experiencing trouble at that time. To take him to a nation that has yet to realize its full potential has lead to great hazards. He had to protect NZ from him.

..It was either him or..

Clearing his throat he said defiantly, "Keep these files. You won't need them. New Zealand will decide on his own when he is older. Until then, you are not to lay a finger on his territory. Not one. I would personally see to it that none of these would push through."

To this point it is France's turn to stand up in protest.

"You asked me to be a father to him. And as the father I am entitled to some benefits. If not us then some other nation would come up and declare war just to have him. He would be even more exploited!"

England snarled angrily. "We all know that if you don't harvest those assets your country would go down. With that logic you planned to suck another country dry just to save yours! Kiwi is under my jurisdiction even if you are his father. And if you are so worried about a nation proclaiming war then it would be I to do so if you pull another stunt like this!" he spat.

France eyed him dangerously. "You are letting your judgement be affected by that boy, Arthur. You just happened to pick him up off somewhere like a stray cat and you act like you own him. Just like that other one you picked up."

He stared back at him hard. He would not let this man talk badly of Hong nor Kiwi. France is a treacherous man when provoked. Starting a war would mean he has to split his forces in two to help himself and keep Kiwi from harm's way. But falling into his trap right now would mean placing the child on a platter and serving him to a hungry wolf. His mind games are tricky, and those blue eyes bore holes into his own.

"What would it take to keep you off of him France.." He asked; a necessary procedure.

He chuckled in ridicule. "Anything you offer the boy's resources would outlast tenfold. That's not going to work Arthur. Are you getting old? because your proposals are getting a tad overused."

"Get out. NOW!"He ordered.

France smiled at him before packing his things and leaving the room. He knew he had won that battle. With all the security around, Arthur has been letting his guard down quite low. He would just have to find the best moment to strike when he is wide open.

England slumped down on his chair, frustrated. He would have to keep an eye on France while this clears out. A faint creak of the door made him look up.

[..Bullocks..] He cursed.

He plastered a gentle smile on his face and chose his words carefully. "Kiwi, I know you have been listening. Would you come here for mummy please?" he said.

A little boy with yellow-brown hair and green eyes walked in. He was holding a small lamb in his arms; thankfully stayed quiet or else France would have another ace to use against him. He had his eyes, and those trademark eyebrows, yet he was also quiet when he knows that now is not the right time to play. His older brother, Australia, was more active and talkative than he. He found the both of them while he "toured" Asia and his ship wandered off until it reached them. It was there that he was able to forge a bond and persuade him to come under his rule.

He picked the child up gently and placed him on his lap. The lamb got off and was now sitting below his chair, bleating.

"Did you hear all that?" he asked, stroking his hair.

Kiwi stayed quiet but nodded slowly. England also knew that he disliked it when they quarrel. It wakes him up during his naps and he tends to eavesdrop even if he doesn't understand what they were saying.

"Mummy apologizes for that, alright?" He said, hugging the boy to him gently.

Kiwi looked up at him sadly, frowning. "Is daddy going away again?.." he asked.

France may be the father but truth be told he hardly acts like one. Rarely he stays to greet Kiwi, namely on his birthday and other major occasions, to drop a gift before leaving again. It was only he who really took care of him, yet Kiwi did love him all the same. He always tried to make sure Kiwi does not feel unloved by his so-called daddy and at times he threatens France to sleep over to play with him and Aussie.

"Daddy is just going for a meeting again. But he will be back." He lied with a smile.

Kiwi looked down sadly. He can tell he misses him, much to his displeasure. His gaze roamed the room until he stopped to stare at some chrysanthemums outside of the window. England smiled as he suddenly thought of an idea and turned Kiwi to face him.

"Kiwi, how would you like to meet an old friend of mine? And a new playmate?" he asked.

The boy's eyes sparkled and he smiled, nodding eagerly. Another trip with mummy somewhere to keep him from thinking about his bloody git of a dad. Idiotic frog.

[..It's time to pay you a visit my friend..] he thought to himself, chuckling.

WHOO a longer chapter 8D Set sail to chapter 3 now aru! ( *w*)/