First I don't own hetalia. Second I'm not sure I'm how much longer I'm going to write this. I'm rather depressed with it actually. To my lovely beta who I now know creepers in to my stories to see what I'm writing in my Authors notes I'm sorry for making you read the depressing story and ill work on the hero one you like more.
Missnoodlechan, Hana97 this chapter if for you and maybe the next few that are pre written will be posted for you too.
Bran POV
The UN meeting was scheduled for the end of the week. I guess they could have put some forethought to it and actually met on a Monday giving them the whole week to decide what to do. Some days I hate bureaucracy.
The Queen has grounded us, or placed us under house arrest, at Buckingham Palace. Something about keeping track of all of us. Really I don't have a problem with it. Right now this is the safest place for us all to be. No one would dare, I guess a better way would be no upstanding citizen of the United Kingdom would make a move against us while the Queen was here.
Shamus has been stuck with us and several rooms have been, redecorated… in between Shamus and Patrick fights, Shamus and Arthur fights, Arthur and Angus fights and mine and Arthur's boredom. That may be why we were grounded to one wing of the palace now that I think of it. Originally we had been allowed to wander the grounds. I had thought we had been corralled to one wing for our protection, but now that I think of it, it was to minimize damages.
I took a drink of my tea as I let the rare sunlight spill over me form the window. I had dragged a nice high back chair over so I could stare out at the world as it passed by. Surprisingly, it was quiet. No random yelling from my siblings, no sounds of things breaking or running feet. It was rather nice.
"Ar…," the voice trailed off as I turned to look at the speaker. "Bran, darling, just who I was looking for," She graced me with a light smile and I felt a grin lighting up my face.
"My dearest Queen," I stood sweeping before her to drop a kiss to the back of her hand, "How may I be of service for you today?" I flashed her a cocky look that I had perfected but Arthur used quite frequently. She moved her hand from me taking the seat I had occupied previously. She sighed softly as she sat.
"From the stories I've heard, you're rather shrewd when it comes to politics." She looked at me with the same light smile. My natural intuition as a country wanted me to spring about in a merry way and promise her anything I, the country of Wales, and me, Bran, could do for her. My age kept me in check. I gave her a rather quizzical innocent look I had perfected while blaming Arthur for shite I had done to our siblings.
"Oh come now pull up a chair and don't play these games with me Bran. I know Arthur's the sword just as much as you're the pen." I scrunched my nose and retrieved another high back chair pulling it so we were sitting across from one another. Once I was seated, she started talking again.
"I'd like to discuss strategies with you, normally I would run things by Arthur if not the Prime Minister, but no one seems to understand how important the personifications are to a nation." I cocked my head fixing my face in a blank look that told her I was listening and nothing more.
"I'm old Bran; I can feel it in my bones. There's no doubt in my mind that my daughter doesn't control the respect from Arthur she needs to keep him under wraps. I believe it would be best to have a failsafe in plan to gain public sympathy." I nodded to her to let her know I understood. "Originally I had been just thinking about you boys." I grinned at her as she made eye contact with me before turning to look out the window. "But that didn't sit right with me." I squinted my eyes slightly in confusion. Where was she going with this? "We are an island, Bran, and I will not have you boys bullied because we did the right thing as a people. What I propose is this, lets leak images of the nations to the public. Images at their best, images at their worst," I smiled a smile harkening back to the days of empire.
"So we're going to sway public interest, my dear?" I knew my eyes were gleaming in that eerie way most everyone had only seen Arthur's ever do. "That's not very heroic." My voice had taken on the old tone of me patronizing someone, but I didn't care. Arthur had a bad rap for not being the kindest in his empire days. With me at the forefront of politics, my hands weren't clean either.
"I feel the time for full-out heroics are past." She gave me a coy smile and I felt my stomach tingle with excitement. "The people need to see what a nation does, how the nation affects them." I nodded at her taking a sip form my magically reappeared tea cup. "I would like to start with Arthur, some of the images of him at the Blitz." I froze setting a hard look at her. "That's why I came to you, Arthur won't like his weakness being flaunted to the world, but he will accept it." Her voice took a firm tint and she was about to give me a command. "I need you to find more instances. The American's have one of Alfred at the World Trade Center when the towers fell. Find Japan after Hiroshima. We're going to air everyone's dirty laundry and we are going to have it done before Friday." She stood looking down at me in my chair. "I'm counting on you Bran."
"You have nothing to fear, my dearest Queen." I kissed her hand again without standing. She reached out the hand resting it on the top of my head and I turned into it like a cat eager for affection. "Arthur will be hurt." I spoke opening my eyes I didn't realized I had shut at the touch.
"I'll take his temporary pain over something happening to you boys when I'm gone." She turned and walked out of the room. I turned back to the window. Forgive me dear twin, forgive me Arthur for what I'm going to do. I took another sip of tea.
