Well, now things will start heating up! Hopefully...
Now, one important thing to remember: Anne Boleyn was extremely unpopular with the people of England. So, England will probably take a really strong disliking to her as time goes on.
And, Henry's illegitimate son was Henry Fitzroy, who was three years younger than Mary. He was born to his mistress, Bessie Blount.
I don't own Hetalia! end /AN/
England couldn't see why the king preferred Anne's company over Catherine's now. There was just something about Anne, that made him dislike her, that he couldn't place...
Until he found the letters she had sent the king.
He hadn't been snooping, really, he hadn't. Sometimes he looked over what the king was up to, that was all. But when he found the flowery love letters, complete with the demand for marriage before getting intimate, he felt a strange smoldering anger in his heart at Anne. How dare she try and take his beloved queen's place... She served the queen, and here she was, stabbing her in the back!
Hopefully, nothing would come of it... Surely, England reasoned, there was no way to get rid of Catherine without an international incident. She had so many powerful connections, after all...
* * *
The princess was blossoming into a fine-looking young lady, and one would have to be blind not to think so. Her red hair might be offputting to the superstitious type, but it didn't bother England. Other than the slight resemblance to Scotland, of course.
Soon, she should be married. And, naturally, several such arrangements were being made, making the young girl very excited. Her usual collected attitude had melted away today, as she discussed the possibility of marriage with England.
"I hope I have lots of children, and that there's no civil war in the country I'll live in!" She said breathlessly, hands clasped together as if she could see the wedding taking place already. England smiled.
"I just hope you don't end up in France. I'd hate to have to go there to visit, after all." It was a joke, of course, and she laughed lightly. Then, Mary looked slightly guilty.
"Do you think... My husband will be good looking and charming?" She asked, sounding as if she thought she was horrible for even asking about superficial things. England almost grimaced, knowing royalty wasn't always known for being good-looking, but then sighed, nodding.
"Of course. And even if he's not good-looking, there's no way any man could be anything but charming towards you," he reassured, hoping it would be enough. And it was, as Mary immediately turned back to the exciting prospects she had.
* * *
On that morning, England woke with an ominous feeling in the pit of his gut. He didn't consider himself superstitious, but this was surely a bad sign...
After breakfast, he made his way over to see the queen, as he typically did.
He knocked on her door, and she let him, as was the routine. There was the usual deck of cards, with which they play a game with several of the ladies-in-waiting. Including Anne Boleyn, much to England's distaste, but she was good at cards.
As Catherine dealt the cards, there was another knock at the door. One of the ladies-in-waiting immediately stood to answer it, and recieved a piece of paper from the knocker. It had the king's royal seal, and just looking at it made England's heart sink. Was he going to accuse the queen of treason or infidelity?
The lady handed the paper to Catherine, who took it delicately. The ladies watched silently as she broke the seal and opened it.
England's stomach had filled with dread, especially at the expression that spread across the queen's face as she read. Her face went pale, and her eyebrows drew together, as if she were reading something she didn't understand.
She stood up quickly, tucking the paper back into her dress. "I need to be alone now," she said, somewhat stiffly, before she quickly walked to the chapel. England followed, staying back a little, not wanting to interrupt her prayer. As she fingered her beads, she whispered prayers under her breath, in her native Spanish.
He waited for some time, until she was finally done. Then he approached. "What is it? What happened?"
She sighed, handing him the paper. He slowly unfurled it, and read. It announced that Henry was going to get his marriage annulled, and that their marriage was clearly wrong in the sight of God.
England felt like his breath had left him. This was because of Anne.
/AN/ And, I'm happy I actually updated... Just so you're aware, annulment is not the same as divorce. It's basically saying the marriage never happened because of some special circumstance, such as one partner already being married. And now, things are getting interesting, I hope... ^^