The Centurion

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Doctor Who.

AN: I never mix fandoms but I couldn't help it. Also; This is the third thing I've posted this week which is really unusual for me but I have been having so much fun writing this paring and I'm on vacation.

Francis would occasionally make fun of her longest running, and personal favorite, show. Making jokes about the poor special effects and the fact that The Doctor still hadn't fixed the time machine so it wasn't the tacky blue police box. He was probably just jealous that the "country of love" wasn't home to the most romantic and lovable couple. Rory Williams was easily Alice's favorite character in all of the different seasons. Probably one of the times that the experiences of the national personification leaked into the citizen's lives. Thankfully Rory wasn't played by a French actor, otherwise she would have been unable to deny it.

It had started well before they were their own countries; when they were simply wild children, the equivalent of colonies of the time. He would often cross the strait to tease her in that silly language of his and run around with her older brothers when he was visiting. The two got along for the most part, both being ruled by Rome, and it wasn't until the 11th century when they started fighting. It was normally about land, but occasionally just their rulers being stupid.

She was expected to fight with her people, sailing across to the mainland for battles. For the most part she was too small to get into trouble, having the ability to duck under her attacker's legs and under horses. However, it was bound to have its risks. The first time she was caught was in the 1340's. She can't even remember how she had ended up stumbling into the French camp alone, but it was easy for them to figure out who she was. After all, how many English children had full suits of armor and a sword? Quickly, she was caught and started to be carted off to Paris.

The first night after her capture, as the young nation dressed as a little lad shivered in a wagon that she was tied to while she tried to untie the bonds herself, a familiar mop of long blonde hair appeared. The young teen nation of France cradled up with her.

"Mon lapin, I was worried I wouldn't find you in time," Was all Francis had said before cutting her ties and returning her to her people.

For years he was her guard. From both other nations and her own people when there were uprisings or she had particularly bad monarchs. Even when his own land was in turmoil, Francis somehow managed to appear just in time to make sure Alice was safe.

On November 4, 1940, the Germans had been bombing London for 57 days strait and her people were screaming in fear, an untold amount killed. London, her heart and capitol, was in rubble. She had been drawn from the safety of the shelter King George VI and Prime Minister Churchill had assigned her to by the need to see the horror for herself. The horror that she felt as each bomb landing painfully on her land, tearing her apart. Even underground, the screams of her people, her children were overpowering and she needed to help somehow. She couldn't stand being cooped up below ground.

She couldn't remember much of that night; somehow having managed to get hit by a falling flower pot early during the chaos. She did remember the feeling of being carried out of the chaos, a brief glimpse of those oh so familiar laughing blue eyes and that inconveniently long blonde hair. They were fighting a war and he still wouldn't cut it. When she woke up she was in her old Manor outside of London and he was gone. She didn't see him again until after the battle of Normandy.

Then the absolutely humiliating episode of Doctor Who, Amy's Choice, premiered. It was painfully similar to a dream she had recently had several weeks prior, where somehow she was married to Francis and pregnant; living happily in his French countryside cottage. Alice knew Francis had watched the episode too. Every time something strange happened for months, he would play on his phone the Dream Lord's bird song. Then, Alice was sure she had been caught when the next month the final episode of the season had Rory dressed in a Roman Centurion outfit; almost identical to the costume that Francis had worn to the previous costume party Amelia had thrown. At the next world meeting she had fully been expecting the teasing and him attempting to molest* here, instead there was the opposite. It was truly unsettling when she expected overbearing affection, instead she got a cold shoulder and unusually low blows during their arguments.

Whatever, at least there hadn't been any more episodes that close to the truth; and if there was anything else that came up she would just deny it. She couldn't have Francis thinking something silly, like the fact that she may like him.

AN: So this was so much fun to write! I love Doctor Who and I love Hetalia, and for some reason when I was re-watching season 5 of DW I had this story idea. It is kinda strange I know since Amy is Scottish but I figure I would still write it. The Next chapter will be more Francis and what is actually happening on his side of things with this.

* (My beta suggested I remind everyone of the definition here - pester or harass someone, typically in an aggressive or persistent manner.)

mon lapin = my rabbit