Niende mai:
International:
1386
Arthur Kirkland secured the hat on his head. His hair had been impossible to tame as always, and the change of clothes hadn't helped matters, but at least the hat would cover any improperness up top. The rest of his attire was immaculate as always.
He walked outside to where his own personal carriage was waiting, nodding to those of the men the King had lent him to watch his house while he was away as he ascended. In eight months', they would help him pack for his trip to Portugal with Philippa of Lancaster for her wedding to King John of Portugal.
But right now, he was to oversee the signing of the Treaty of Windsor.
Juan breathed a quiet sigh of relief when he saw Arthur's carriage approaching. He hadn't realized how much he needed to not be the only Nation before he saw it. Now he could focus on today's events.
After today, he would leave for his home again to prepare for the King John's wedding next year.
One never took lightly with Royal weddings.
The Treaty, however, was first.
Author's notes:
I don't own Hetalia