There was a reason countries never fall in love with humans. Not a rule or anything, just something they all knew and accepted. Countries can live for hundreds or thousands of years. Of course, humans only lived for about 80, if they were lucky. This would cause problems, for obvious reasons. The time they could be together would seem as it was just a moment for the country, and even then, the human would wonder why they never aged.
Arthur hadn't realized his own feelings, until he woke up one morning next to the cold body of his errand boy.
The Doctor couldn't find out why he had died, because they didn't have the resources on the ship. England didn't really care why he had died. He was dead, and nothing was going to change that fact. This was the first and last time any of the crew saw their Captain cry.
He continued being the Captain for a few more years, but he no longer had any heart for it. Instead he focused his energies on the new colony, who was still a cute little boy.
"This makes a sound like a ssssssnake. Ssssss." He told the boy who was so much smaller than him.
"Ssssss, like that, Iggy?" He smiled, his chubby cheeks looking so cute. He had an annoying piece of hair that refused to go down, and it was currently bouncing up and down in his happiness. He was almost never seen not smiling.
France walked in, loud and boisterous as always. "Arthur, I demand you give the child to moi. You are a closet pervert, and I am worried about his safety." He reached for him, but the blue-eyed boy tried biting his fingers, laughing.
"Well, he doesn't want to go with you, Francis. Go away before you molest him." England held him away, sheltering him. France pouted, but still left, needing to take care of the other boy they had found recently.
"Alright, now for T."
"Iggy, why don't I have a name? I want a name!" His eyes sparkled as he looked up at his caretaker.
For a second, Arthur recognized that look. With his blond hair and brilliant blue eyes, he looked like... England smiled, even though there was pain in his eyes. "Alfred. Your name can be Alfred." He kissed the top of his blond head, remembering his errand boy.
"Yay! My name is Alfred! Hey, Iggy, why are you crying?" He asked, looking up. There were definitely tears rolling down his face, even as he smiled down at 'Alfred'.
"Just remembering someone, is all." He put his fingers in that soft hair. "Just remembering."
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