Feat : UK [ Hetalia ] & The Queen..

First of all, this story was written to satisfy a need that happened. Two, there will be no conflict. (It may mean imagining.) Third, this story comes from imagination. May involve real-life people and places.

If you understand each other then

enjoy :)

***Ton-San***

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Rain and tear 

'Have you ever wondered if Why is the United Kingdom called the "United Kingdom?" Country of rain..'

This short article was written on a brown envelope. ..The young nobleman stared and read the message intently. The emerald green star reads the letters down until the last line..

He kept all eyes on him. Sit down and fold the paper down and put it back in the same place.

Arthur Kirkland, or as everyone is familiar with the name of the United Kingdom or England.

The Spirit of the Mother Country of Great Britain

Arthur sat slumped in a wooden rocking chair in the middle of the house. In his hand, he gently held a dry teacup. Amidst the stillness of the beginning of the rainy season Causing England to become lost in thought again. The atmosphere brings you back to that time. It made him suddenly think of something.

In the days before the world war happened He once had a woman he loved very much. He loves and respects that girl very much, like the apple of his eye. Even though the love at that time was unintentional love.

That might have been the first time England had experienced the word love for the first time.

"Come here and adore Your Majesty," said Arthur when he was still not yet young. He called out to the little princess who had been frowning since just now by the pool behind the palace.

"We're not going anywhere.." The red-brown haired girl said harshly before falling silent.

“But, Your Majesty, it is already dark. If you don't hurry and return to the palace..."

"I said we wouldn't go back!!" The girl shouted loudly. Until Arthur felt disgusted.

“Why haven't they returned?” A deep voice with an angry expression. That was enough to make his little princess speak the truth.

"Because of that. That bastard made us become like this..” The red-brown haired girl stood up and slowly turned her head back to Arthur.

That sad, angry expression. Arthur stopped and thought. Those eyes that look It looks unusually aggressive, but if you look deep inside Instead, I found only weakness that was spreading out...

"...." The young girl sat down on the grass below. Then he turned to look silently at the swamp in front of him.

Princess...why is it like this? Even though before it was actually more cheerful than this.

England first approached his beloved princess out of concern. before kneeling beside her His hand reached out and picked up the girl's five slender fingers before bending down to gently kiss the back of her hand.

“Please don't worry…” Even so, his princess was still sitting there with a pout on her face.

Since Khun Mary came in, the princess has always been like this.

Arthur closed his eyes for a moment, seeking comfort. Finally he remembered the story the king had told him.

"Your Majesty, I have a story to tell you..."

"What.." The princess turned to face him. Although there was a slight melancholy in his attitude.

Arthur smiled.

"It's the story of the Queen of Britain who never gave up in the face of obstacles..."

Arthur sat down and told the princess about the queen. The princess sat and listened intently. The expression on his face changed.

“I deeply hope that my little princess It can be like that.."

Arthur was quiet before a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Green eyes looked straight at the smooth face of the person in front of him. It seemed that his little princess' expression had changed. Those eyes that stared back It shone brightly, unlike before...

"We will not let England down..."

The girl reached out and grabbed England's thick hand tightly with her five small fingers, as if in thanks.

"Um.." England couldn't help but smile when he saw that. It's good.

Later Queen Mary died. Events in the country during that era gradually calmed down. The people shouted with joy. Eventually a new queen will reign.

Years later, reality finally came out. England was invited to the ceremony to present the country to the new Queen. Arthur, fully clothed, walked with his head held high into the cathedral with modesty.

Inside that cathedral It was decorated with diamonds in the middle of the main hall. The high nobles hurriedly laid out a bright red carpet to welcome England..

Two pairs of thick boots walked towards the throne.

England crouched down and bowed his head in respect. Before his queen before scooping up a sword and striking it close to the nape of the neck

"England from today onwards We are your master.."

England smiles...

"Accept the offering.."

Since that day England has always been close to the Queen. Going in and out of the palace almost every day until it was out of character. Even though that is not the business that needs to be done as a country.

But if I'm happy then I'll do it.

"Nah...this is England. Why do you go in and out of the Imperial Palace out of habit like this?” the noble nobleman asked curiously. In the past, when the queen ascended the throne, it would not be like this.

"Huh..Isn't that because I have to take care of my princess?..Oh no. It's the Queen." England replied quietly while wiping the Queen's teacup in the kitchen.

"It's a bit strange, Arthur, I think.."

“I have been taking care of people here longer than you. What do you want me to say? It's like a father who cares about his daughter."

“Sigh…” The nobleman was sweating because of the answer he received.

Arthur smiled in a good mood.

"But England I'm asking because I just want to warn you.." The nobleman made a shy expression before speaking.

“Human beings are all living things that expire with time. No matter how much you love and want to be by his side, Arthur, humans don't have immortal lives like you.."

"...." England stared at the noble's face with a stunned expression. The noble noble fell silent and walked away. The blond man was silent.

Yes, humans and that country are different..both the time of residence and the body.

England looked down at his outstretched hands. Everything is the same. Nothing has changed at all. Wrinkles that should have appeared did not appear.

England lowered his head and sighed tiredly...

Even though I know it in my heart, it's hard to accept it..

Knock, knock, add...

Green eyes turned to look at the source of the knocking sound. Those five slender pale fingers With that red hair that makes you look familiar. The figure is well-proportioned, following the archetype of a true British woman...

"England...have you been here for many hours?" the Queen asked, looking around the room curiously.

England was silent before a faint smile spread across his lips. Some people turned to look at the person at the door with a smile on their face.

"I accidentally cleaned it and had fun.." All five fingers were still holding the teacup tightly.

“But..I'm really really bad. I was so busy doing things that I had to ask you to come after me.." Arthur walked towards the Queen who was waiting for him to work in the kitchen. Before leaning down and kissing the back of that hand again..

The tall woman, who was around fifty or sixty years old, fell silent. Arthur pulled those thick lips away. before looking at the wrinkled finger and looking at the tip of his finger.

...Humans are living things. No matter how much you love and want to be by his side, Arthur, humans are not immortal..

The noble Lord's words reverberated throughout England's head. It's like a reminder of something to always think about.

Thinking about it, I don't want that day to come..the day I have to leave you forever.

Ting to knit to knit!!! The large clock in the middle of the house chimed loudly, signaling that it was midnight. Arthur, who had been huddled in the house, looked up tiredly at the clock face. Is it midnight?...eh?

He woke up on the big sofa. Before rubbing both of their eyes back and forth for a bit. Not long after, there was the sound of someone knocking at the door in front of the house.

Who is looking for something this late at night?

"Mr. Arthur! If you hear me, please reply."

Arthur raised the curtains to see who was disturbing his peaceful time. That red outfit with a tall black hat.

The Queen's regular soldier

“What?!” Arthur opened the house and shouted back.

"Mr. Arthur!! That is, hurry to the cathedral right now! That is..."

The raindrops were falling harder and harder. A young man named England rushed through the night's heavy rain. The two guards guarding the front of the cathedral immediately rushed to open the door. When he noticed that Arthur was coming this way, England turns to look left and right. before rushing towards that place without hesitation

..That soldier told us to Hurry and find the queen. Now he is seriously ill at the cathedral. He said that he wanted to see him one last time..

Crazy!! Why?

England continued running without stopping, with the soldiers following close behind. He finally arrived.

As soon as I entered...everything was calm and calm, as if time had just stopped.

Both of their emerald green eyes flashed with sadness. Both his body and his golden-blond hair were soaked in the rain.

Drops of water fell onto the crimson carpet until it was completely wet. White light streamed through the last window of the temple. that shines down as if mourning...

His beloved woman..now lay sick and powerless on the big bed. Her once reddish-brown hair had completely turned white all over her head. The skin that was once firm became wrinkled. England was not surprised by the change in the old woman's body.

It's because she's human.

Human beings are not given the right to be..immortal.

Both slender hands reached out to hold the old woman's withered hand tightly. Arthur knelt on the ground. His thick lips bent down to press onto his white palm with the same gentleness as before. That was Arthur Kirkland's final tribute.

“Finally...you are here.” The old woman said in a trembling voice.

“Human life is very little. People's time here and there are different. England..."

I know, Arthur cried out in his heart.

“I am so happy, England..to be born on such a beautiful land. I'm so happy to be born as a person of this country..."

He said in a rather soft voice. The edges of both eyes gradually became warmer. Soon, drops of clear water dripped from the corners of his eyes.

Even though I really thought I wouldn't cry anymore.

“Please don't cry. my mother country You were the one who told us, weren't you? ..You must continue to be a refuge for millions of people on this island.."

Huh...Arthur lowered his head in confusion. In his hand, he still held his hand tightly as if he didn't want him to leave. He sobbed softly in his throat. Now my throat is burning. Even though we ourselves have encountered more than a hundred times of loss..but that doesn't make us used to it at all.

"Stay strong, my mother country.." he said for the last time. before his round eyelids gently fell asleep. Everything in the room fell silent. The officials and nobles in the room lowered their heads in mourning. The last light from the window also dimmed into darkness...

There was only the sound of pounding rain instead.

The atmosphere outside the cathedral Everything suddenly fell silent. rain drops falling There was no sign of stopping. The sound of two horsemen galloping past was indifferent. England walked slowly out of the palace in a somber mood.

Why...why? Unanswered questions, asking myself back and forth alone.

I want everything today to be just a dream..but in reality it's impossible.

England continued onward, even though his entire body was soaked by the rain that followed. While walking out there He noticed something.

“But now that the queen has died, who will succeed her?” A citizen walked into the shade and asked a nobleman who was also standing to take shelter from the rain.

“Well, the Tudor dynasty is over. Now it might be the turn of a man to take the throne.” The nobleman answered with relief. It made the Englishman who was listening feel a pang in the middle of his chest.

“But I think this queen came because of luck. It's not because of any wisdom."

It's not!! My queen I didn't come here because of luck.

“I agree with your idea,” another citizen said jokingly. The two stood and talked as if nothing had happened. The Sawankot incident turned out to be just a matter of fun to talk about.

No...no.

England clenched his teeth in anger. No matter how much you wanted to punch that noble in the face, In the end, you have to keep your emotions in check.

That human didn't understand his feelings at all.

England stood motionless for a long time before turning away in pain.

Hurt..a sharp pain in the middle of my chest.

The tears that had been held back all the way out of the cathedral slowly flowed down. England walked silently with his head down through the crowd of people waiting to hear the news outside the palace.

Both numb hands clutched tightly to his chest. England bowed his head and continued walking slowly.

But...

Thump!

Both legs suddenly weakened and fell to the ground below. A face that expresses sadness Tears flowed down on the floor.

It hurts, it hurts.

The look in his eyes was like that of a lifeless person.

Ah..why?

The sky above began to turn a dull grey. cloudy sky The sound of thunder crashing down continuously. The people waiting to hear the announcement were frightened by the sound of thunder and rain, causing everyone to panic and run out. Some even accidentally stepped on some bodies lying on the ground without noticing.

Huge rain fell until there was nothing left. This area was just empty.

Ugh, ugh.

Arthur felt a pain in his back after the chaos of the people just now. Now I'm so tired that I want to sleep forever.

England closed his eyes and fell asleep from exhaustion. Even so, the rain could not stop.

I am that country..

I will never die...

Even if I am a country But I also have thoughts and feelings like any other normal human being. There is happiness, sadness, loneliness, anger, greed and love...

...The raindrops that fall are like the sorrow I have. The harder it falls, the harder it falls. That day I cried even more...

And how many times has it rained today?..tomorrow it might rain again as well..

Ding

Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa The atmosphere outside was so cold and humid that it turned the clear sky into dull clouds all over the sky. The ground outside the house was splashed by rain. With the smell of dirt rising up to touch the nose.

"Huh?"

Arthur opened his eyes to the sound of rain. Both eyes blinked. He had accidentally thought about the story of that day again. The edges of both of their eyes were as hot as they had been before. His face started to turn red as tears streamed down. England reached out and wiped away tears.

...It's raining again today as always...

He plopped down on his back in an old rocking chair. And try to stop thinking about it again. Soon the sound of the radio that had been turned on since morning sounded.

'Have you ever wondered why the UK is a rainy country..'

The end 

It took a long time before this story was finished. Because we re-write everything from scratch. Actually, this story is for teachers. But I changed my mind and wrote it as a short story.

Ton-san