A/N: Sorry for the long wait! Once again, I'm postponing the chapter of foreign relations until I can it right. For this chapter, it's something different. Hope you guys like it! Kill me if I didn't get it quite good. Lack of sleep does its stuff.
Extra notes: It's female Malaysia in this chapter! Malaysia is not very good in English despite being a princess (she has several royal families at her place!), here Malaysia is thinking that English is not quite needed at her place until the British arrival.
Warnings: Only a little bit of history is involved (very minor), a bit of tsundere Malaysia as well!
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Our First Meeting
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England scanned the area of the new land he just recently conquered. Huge land indeed, inside he hoped that this land might contain 'treasures' he was looking for. But then, he's here to meet the Sultan of Kedah to open up the state's market for trading not treasure hunting, he reminded himself.
While he was looking around, a pair of eyes caught his attention. Staring at him for quite a while from behind the bushes, he felt slightly uneasy. Hold on, he's the Might British Empire! Why should he felt this uneasy because of some eye contact! Besides, it might be one of the servant's child.
~Mighty British Empire~
After negotiating with the Sultan, England takes a walk around this new land. People were staring at him, or to be more accurate his eyebrows. They have never seen anyone with such thick eyebrows! Those eyebrows resemble a cater-
*rustle* *rustle*
He heard some noises coming from the bushes on his left. An animal? What kind? This is a new land and there might be some dangerous wild animal lurking around. No time to let his guard down.
"Who are you!? Show yourself!" he demanded.
The 'animal' panics as 'it' tries to flee but fell with'oof'. England knew that animals don't make an 'oof' sound. Approaching the bushes, he found a little girl instead of an animal. She looks to be around five years or older, England assumed. He might conclude that she might be a village kid or a servant if she weren't wearing fine silk clothes.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asked.
The girl turned to glare at him before yelling in her native tongue "*Sakitnya bodoh!"
He raised his eyebrow in confusion. He can't understand her but he had a feeling that she hurt herself. So he bent down and scooped her up despite the protests (curses) from the girl.
"Stop struggling or I might drop you!" England scolded.
It takes a while for the girl to stop struggling. Now the exhausted girl buried her face in his shoulder, a huge blush shading her face. Why does this man helped her when he barely knew her? In addition, he's quite warm for a white man.
"Malacca" she said.
"Pardon?"
"I...a-am...Ma-Malacca." the girl or Malacca said in her best attempt in the foreign language.
A small smile formed on England's face.
"I'm England. Nice to meet you."
And so, England walks back to the palace with Malacca in his arms. It's a bit awkward of them to meet like this but...he had already met her, that is all that matters to him for now.
~I am Malacca!~
It didn't take long for the young nation to be brought home. As she was handed over to one of the servants, Malacca uttered a few words in her own language, barely audible for England to hear.
"**Terima Kasih...England."
England's eyes widen slightly before letting a gentle smile grace his features. He didn't need to be told what she meant by those words. Malaysia, whose face is even redder now, chose to buried her face in the servant's shoulder, preventing the other from seeing her red face.
Thus, the meeting between these two nations. Little did they know that this meeting might take a new turn in their lives. For good or for worst. Who knows how these two will influence the other.
~Suka Suka~
Before the chapter itself reaches its conclusion, there is one moment shared between these two nations after their first meeting. It is brief but memorable.
Malacca runs to the garden in a hurry not so early in the morning. She wants to see that white man who is warm. That strange white man with the warmest smile that she likes. He is not like any other white man she had seen or met before. How strange...is he even a white man?
Reaching the garden, Malacca stopped to catch her breath. The strange white man or England stood in the middle of the garden admiring the flowers. Noticing Malacca's arrival, he smiled.
"Want to look at the flowers with me?" he asked.
Malacca, though she was not quite well-versed in the language, nodded as she ran to England with the largest smile ever. If she remembered, this is the first time she is able to smile like this since Portugal's invasion. She wouldn't mind looking at the flowers with him.
...End...
A/N: Finally, a cute Father England and Daughter Malaysia moment for one chapter! Yay! Took me quite a while indeed. Foreign relations, will once again be postponed until I can get my head right at its place. Next chapter shall be...? Any requests? Leave a review or PM me!
Translations:
"*Sakitnya bodoh!"-That hurts stupid!
"**Terima Kasih...England."-Thank you...England
