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In this story, the English girl is the female figure of England. Or what is known as

Nyotalia/FemEngland

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[hetalia]*America x Female England*

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Mr. England takes in a child and raises him, his name is America.

He was a cute little boy. His blue eyes were as bright as the sky.

Mr. England loves this child very much. He made military dolls for America. and try to cook food for him to eat often

(Even though it's not very tasty)

I'm busy with nursing work. So I don't get to play with him much. But, Mr. England works hard too.

What will America be like? Will he be lonely?.....

“Sisters”

I woke up to the sound of a child's voice.

"Huh? America, is there something wrong with you?" When I opened my eyes, I woke up. I saw the familiar figure of a cute child with golden hair and bright blue eyes. That's America. How did he get here?

“I came to see Angid. But I can't find any. Did he go to work again?”

“Ah, Mr. England, I feel like there will be a meeting at Mr. France's house today. It's getting late.”

"H~That's terrible. I really want to meet Angid. I'm lonely. The house is too big for me." The little boy pouted. Pretending to cry

“Ah, how about this, America? If you're lonely, you can stay here and play with me first. Wait until Mr. England returns.”

Seeing this pitiful attitude Who would be cruel to leave him alone.....

“Eh, really? Big sister is telling the truth. Can I stay here?” The little boy became cheerful again.

"True, I won't lie to you." I kissed his head affectionately. Why did Mr. England care about this child so much?

“Hey sister, you smell like English. What's wrong with Angid?" The little boy nuzzled his hair.

“What should I say? I'm Mr. England's nurse (maybe?), he's often sick, so I have to help take care of him.”

“Oh, like that? And if I'm sick Will my sister take care of me like she took care of Angid?”

America's question back made me a little stunned. Are you crazy? Mr. England wouldn't let you get sick anyway.

“Um, if you're sick,” was all I could answer.

The two of us were sitting and chatting in the living room of Mr. England's house. America complained to me that Mr. England's food tasted terrible. The scones taste really weird haha. I don't want to think how many days I'll be depressed if an Englishman hears about this.

Talking and talking, America started to feel sleepy. I guess I'm tired. I carried him to sleep on the wide sofa. Find a warm blanket to cover him with. In just a moment, he fell asleep soundly. I'm starting to feel sleepy too. Can't let him sleep alone. I'm willing to sleep with you as a friend.

"Oh, what's going on? Why are you sleeping here? Haha," said England, who had just returned home. I feel impressed to say the least.

The next day, Mr. England took America home. But before going back....

“Sister,” America beckoned me to walk towards him.

“Is something wrong?” I asked curiously.

“Bend down, I have something to tell you.”

I bent down as he said and suddenly “kissed”.

“Hey America! You can't kiss a lady's cheek like this. I'm sorry, Alice."

“See you later, sister.”

“Ah, uh.......(./////.)”

“Go home, I'll probably have to teach you some manners, America. Who do you remember from? What? French?”

When they both left I just leaned against the door and thought to myself. “Why is this child so precocious?” My cheeks were already burning.

[And that was the last time I saw little America.]

On July 4, 1776, America launched a war of independence from England. I volunteered to be a nurse helping wounded soldiers in the war. I only saw that child's face for a glimpse...

I walked up to Mr. England, who was kneeling in the rain of grief. He was shaking, crying, and kept saying “Why?” over and over. Mr. England is now so weak, so fragile, his heart is broken......me too.

"Mr. England, let's...let's go home."

[Hundreds of years have passed. It seems that Mr. England is not impressed with anything about America.]

Today appears to be America's birthday. So Mr. England will bring you a present. But will it be okay?

“Alice, are you free today? I want you to go to that guy's birthday party with me. Just a little." After saying that, he started coughing.

It's always been like this. When it comes to American freedom, he's always in a bad mood.

“I'm always free. If you, England, want it.”

[Me and Mr. England arrive in the United States]

The atmosphere here is extremely lively. There were many beautiful fireworks to celebrate. People here are happy, unlike Mr. England who seems to be on the verge of death. It's a good thing the pixies are helping him walk.

“That's England!!”

An unfamiliar voice came from behind me. I turned around and looked at Mr. England. And I met him again

“Ah, America.”

He was much taller than before. But the page layout remains the same. He also wears glasses like me. Plus, that voice is already youthful.

“What is this? So you came all the way to me? You must have brought me a very sarcastic gift.”

“I didn't want to give it to you. But I saw that we had known each other for a long time, so I agreed to get on the plane and bring it to you, you idiot, oh!”

"What's wrong with England? There's blood all over the place."

"Oh, it's okay, Alice. Please give me some cloth." The patient's condition worsened again.

“Ah, yes, please take it easy, Mr. England. Here!” I hurriedly grabbed a clean cloth and handed it to Mr. England. I'm afraid he will die first.

“Hey, would you like to go sit over there? You're not going to be able to handle this......" America saw that Mr. England wasn't doing well. So I volunteered to take Mr. England to find a place to rest. How can you hate each other? You still have feelings for him, America.

"You sit here for now, England. I'll be back in just a moment. Don't go anywhere. You watch him carefully," he finished and hurriedly ran back into the office. So I am left with Mr. England, who now seems to be dying. So I stayed and nursed him.

"I am back! Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know this guy was asleep." America ran back and returned the cold towel. and snacks

"Give this to him," America handed me a cool cloth. I took it and gently wiped the cool cloth on Mr. England's face. and placed it on his forehead.

“Thank you very much.” I thanked America for being kind enough to help Mr. England.

“Haha, it's okay. This is the duty of a hero like me.”

I sat next to America on the other bench next to Mr. England.

“I haven't seen you in a long time. Since then,” America began to speak first.

"Um...you've changed a lot."

“Huh....so? You think so?”

“Well, that's about it.”

“Have I become more handsome?” Huh?

"What are you asking? I don't think you're handsome at all."

“I don't believe it. Don't turn your head the other way. I can't see your face well.” You idiot, who would dare look at your face?

"Don't bother me, America. I'm the same as before." Only you have changed.

“No, today is my birthday. Please indulge me.” Do I feel like America is becoming more spoiled?

“Hey, you're all grown up now. Learn to act like an adult. Oof! Ugh.” America suddenly brought his lips to mine without warning!

"Ugh, pa... let go.....ah..Merica, don't." He kissed me until I could hardly breathe. I hit his arm, he struggled, but he didn't stop.

“Ugh...ha.” He finally set me free. My first kiss...had to be with my ex-brother....

“What the hell are you doing? Why do you do this?..."

“Well, you told me to act like an adult. Adults in my country do this.”

“You are crazy, absolutely crazy! I hate you...hee hee..." I couldn't hold it back. My tears fell without my intention.

"Hey, don't cry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Big sister, don't cry." America hugged me so tight I couldn't move.

“I'm not your sister! You're not my little brother either. Get out of here...."

"no! Until you stop crying Look me straight in the face, please, don't cry.” America took off my glasses. Then wipe away my tears, crazy eyes. Why are you doing this....

"Do you think that if I do this I'll stop being angry at you? Never." I looked down at the ground, not knowing why.

“As you wish....but if you still haven't gotten over your anger. I'll kiss you one more time Or maybe it's more because I can't control my emotions....." America whispered in my ear. I feel goosebumps. My face was all red and hot.

"Yes, you forced me here in America."

“I don't, it's your choice. Have you stopped being angry with me yet?-3-)”

“Oh, you can go away,” I replied reluctantly. He smiled and hugged me again. Never thought that this man would be the same person as my little angel from the past.

“Uh....ah, both of you.” Mr. England suddenly woke up. So I hurried in to take a look.

“I'm feeling better now, thanks, Alice. As for Mr. America, Today I must go back first. Happy birthday.”

"Oh, thank you. Be right back. Don't walk into any pillars."

"Damn, I'm not that clumsy."

“America ba bye.....( ./////.)”

"Ah........Um, bye." Damn it, don't make that face, okay? I'm embarrassed.

Alice, you haven't left Britain in a long time. You probably don't know that I'm the world's greatest power. He's no longer the child she thought. I really miss you No matter how many hundreds of years have passed, it will still be like that. Can't forget you like England Blue uniform nurse in my memory

“Hey Alice, what did you talk to that guy about when I fell asleep?” Mr. England asked me after we got on the plane.

“Ah...well, there's nothing much. That guy just invited me to chat like that.” When Mr. English asked me like this, There would be no choice but to lie. How can I tell you? That he was kissed by that doctor Mr. England is even more worried.

"So...if that's the case then that's good."

"This is France. I have something I want to discuss."

“What is the matter? If it's something you can help with. You and I will help each other, hehe.”

This is France A person who is elegant but wears a mustache Plus he likes to be naked in public. I've known him since I was a child, and he enjoys arguing with England as a hobby to this day.

“Well, if you're going to flirt with a girl you've liked for a long time. How are you going to flirt with her?”

“Heh~~I don't see how difficult this is. Just walk up to her and tell her *beepyyyyyy* and that's it.”

(The writer requests censorship of the time when France transferred wrong knowledge to America//What!!!! :France )

“............” I don't think I can do that, France. It's so ugly.

“America, which girl are you targeting? Have you ever seen his face?”

"I don't know. Maybe I did, eh? But how did you know I was eyeing a woman?"

“Oh, why can't you see this matter? You are a guru about beauty, love, and romance.”

“Oh, I really envy you.” Of course, I'm weak. I weigh a lot, unlike you. __

Oh my gosh, I really shouldn't have been sad when I arrived in Paris. I should soak in the romantic atmosphere here. I am America

While I was wandering around the walking street at almost 9 p.m. Someone walked past and bumped into me.

“Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to…”

“It's okay.....ah.”

I may be blind, but I remember her. Emerald green eyes behind the frames. White cheeks that are pleasing to the touch and blonde hair that is tied on both sides, Alice!!!

“It's you! America!” I didn't have time to do anything. She ran away from me in another direction. What is she doing in France?

I ran after her but couldn't make it in time. She disappeared among the passersby. In the middle of the night like this, women shouldn't be walking around alone. England should have come with her. And how could I leave her alone? If you meet a bad person....

“It's not possible.” As soon as I started to think of something scary, I immediately ran out to look for her.

“Phew, almost there.” Never thought the world would be this round. I happened to meet that guy here at a time when I didn't want to see him again. Better go back to Mr. England.

A girl who walks away into a dark alley alone at night. I didn't care at all. You weren't the only one in there.

“Hey, young lady, are you here alone?”

A man's voice behind her sounded after she walked into a deep alley. That made her startled and turned around to look. Then she met two strange men.

“Who are you guys?”

“Who I am isn't important, but do you want to have fun together?” The lustful voice of the man in front of her gave her goosebumps. The young woman already knew that she was not safe. So hurry and run away!

“You can't escape me,” the perverted man said and hurriedly ran after the woman. As for the other person, he had already secretly run to trap her in advance.

The girl ran forward in the dark. Hoping to find an exit onto a busy road. But...she ran too slowly.

“Ah!” The girl was grabbed from the side. She was so focused on running forward that she didn't notice that there was someone standing next to her, waiting for her.

“Where are you going to go? Just stay with me and play with me.” The lustful man bent down to stare at her face. Grabbed her hair and sniffed it like a pervert. That made the girl so disgusted that she couldn't stand it. She screamed for help.

“Anyone can!!! Help me!!! Please help me!!!”

The perverted man was annoyed by the woman's voice and covered her mouth with darkness. and pressed her against the wall Then he started molesting the girl.

The young woman struggled and resisted. But with a small, fragile body, little strength That couldn't compete with the strength of the man in front of him. Another man who ran after grabbed her and locked her up. leaving her with no way to escape

“Help, help me…” the young woman cried out for help through tears. Her virgin body was about to be violated. Her shirt was torn, exposing her white breasts. The girl was beginning to lose the strength to resist. She ran away from a perverted man until she was tired and still encountered this again. She wept until she lost hope.

Will she really have to be a victim of someone's desires?...

“Where have you gone?” said a young man with blue-eyed glasses. Standing and resting in a corner in front of an alley.

“It's already very late. She might as well go back to England,” America thought optimistically. But he was stopped when he heard a woman's cry for help coming from an alley. So he rushed in to help her. And he could only think in his head that it must not be the girl he fell in love with.

“Anyone can!!! Help me!!! Please help me!!!”

America ran as fast as he could until he reached the scene. and the picture in front It breaks his heart. When he saw the woman he loved being ravished in front of him, Now he's furious. His hands clenched into tight fists until his nails dug into his flesh. He ran over and snatched the bastard who had hurt her. and proceeded to punch him in the face without stopping. until the first lustful man fainted

Another person who saw the incident He dropped his hands and tried to escape. But it wasn't too late. America grabbed the guy and punched him in the stomach repeatedly and then slammed his head against the wall until he bled to death. The woman who was sitting was exhausted and went to stop the young man from doing anything more.

"America, enough is enough. I'm begging you. Enough is enough. I'm fine." The woman hugged him from behind. Hold America back before he kills someone.

America right now is very angry. Agreeing to the girl's request despite the fact that He really wanted to kill these two bastards. As a traitor to the girl he fell in love with

"Alice...." America looked at the woman's face that was now covered in tears. That made his heart hurt even more.

America hugged the girl. It was bad for him to let her disappear from his sight. Worse yet, she still had to face crazy things like this.

The young woman's clothes were now torn and battered. So he took off the large jacket he always wore to cover her body. Gently stroking her hair to console her. and take her away from this place

"England, you're starting to get drunk."

“What? I'm not drunk. You're delirious, France."

“No, no, that's English. But where has the woman you brought with you gone?”

“Eh, aren't you sitting here? I guess I'm going to the bathroom."

“Where does it hurt?” I asked her. I saw you walking with a limp since just now.

“I am nothing. Don't worry about it." He's still being pretentious.

“Then...why are you in there?”

“I......” Speaking of that matter, her face immediately became embarrassed. It must have been a terrible experience that many women probably don't want to remember.

“It doesn't matter if you don't answer. But where is she staying tonight? I will send you.”

“I....don't know...I just got here with Mr. England a few hours ago..He was drinking with Mr. French at the bar. But I want to go take a walk outside…”

“Then I have to take you to England at the bar.”

“You can't!! Absolutely not right now. I am in this state and I cannot let you, England, see me. Otherwise, Mr. England will have to worry about me. Whether it's good or not, it might affect the relationship between Mr. England and Mr. France. Please, please, don't take me to see him right now.”

*Don't you think about yourself?*

“Can't help it. So you're going to stay with me. I reserved a room at a nearby hotel. If you don't mind..."

“Eh, with you at the hotel?”

"That's right. Or are you afraid I'll do something bad to you?"

“Eh, not really. And I wasn't afraid of you in the slightest. You're still a child after all.” Is this you talking to the person who saved you from rape? Stupid like the British

“Anyway, I think you should buy a change of clothes. It looks like the one she's wearing isn't working anymore.” Who would let her sleep like this? When I woke up and saw it, I probably had a heart attack and died.

“So, are there any shops open this late at night?”

“Come on, I have someone I know who runs a clothing store here. Don't worry.

After buying her clothes I took her to stay at the hotel I had reserved. At first, we argued for a long time about who would sleep on the sofa bed. In the end, I had to let her sleep on the bed. As for me, I slept on a narrow sofa that didn't suit me at all...

“This is America, where you have a wound on your hand. I'll dress your wound." Suddenly, I don't know when she grabbed my hand. Then she turned left and right to find the medicine box.

“Ouch, that hurts!” I screamed as she began to put a cotton swab soaked in alcohol on my hand.

“Hey, be patient. I'm being very gentle. And you were crying too much.”

“Well, it hurts.” Yes, it really hurts. But I can't say for sure that the wound was from my own hand.

"finished"

"thank you"

“I want to take a shower first. If you shower for too long, you can call me.” She finished and grabbed a towel and clothes and went into the bathroom. I can understand. I want to quickly wash away the dirt and impurities.

However, staying with you today seems.......clearly like a honeymoon!! A luxurious room with a view of Paris is so romantic.

“America, I'm done showering. You can continue taking a shower.” As soon as I came out of the bathroom Met with an absent-minded America. His face was so strange that I couldn't help but poke him.

"Here, go take a shower, America."

“Eh, ah, when was it finished? I don't know at all. Then I'm going to take a shower." As soon as the doctor recovered, he hurriedly rushed into the bathroom. But I see his face is red, or he has a fever, or my eyes are blurred.

The weather here is getting colder. I was worried about the person sleeping on the sofa with only a jacket on their body. Will I die of freezing?

“Oh~Nao” Am I indirectly torturing him?

“America, if you're cold, you can come sleep on the bed.” Ma, it's like I invited a guy into bed.

“Can I go lie down on the bed?...Aren't you afraid of me wrestling you?”

“Eh, what are you talking about? I'm not afraid of you. But I'm more afraid of you freezing to death. Then I had to sit down for questioning again.”

"You're so delirious, so I can finally sleep on the bed, right?"

"Alright, that's fine. Or if you want to challenge the cold, you can just lie there." I finished, quickly covering myself with a blanket and turning away.

*Hey, I'm a person and I can get cold. But I'm really afraid that I'll accidentally hold you down.*

In conclusion, I couldn't stand the cold. Please go lie on the bed instead. She used a pillow to divide the area. Looks very careful

I lay down next to her. It seems like he's fallen asleep...for the first time. To see your face when you sleep The more you stare, the more fascinated you become. If it's just your cheek, will it be okay?

I bent down and kissed her cheek softly. As gently as possible so as not to wake her up. This is enough.

Finally, I was able to sleep peacefully.

But in reality, the young woman was conscious all the time. *America is the craziest* The girl caressed the cheek that had just been snatched away by the man lying next to her. Temperature rises in front Until I could hardly sleep

[In the morning, America took me to Mr. France's house. After knowing that England is staying there]

“Alice, where have you been? I'm really worried about you.”

When I met Mr. England He hurriedly walked towards me with concern. Touched here and there, checking to see if there was something wrong with me.

“Ah, I went to sleep over at a friend's house. That way I knew I was coming to Paris. She forced me to sleep at her house. I'm sorry I didn't tell you English.” I had to make up a story. It really can't be helped.

“Then why did you come to America?”

“I met you on the street in Paris. I saw that it was going the same way. So I brought it.” America said it well.

“So, thank you very much. You should thank him.” Mr. England nudged me to thank him.

"thank you very much If it weren't for you, I would definitely be in trouble.” Everything, if it weren't for you helping me. I must be really bad. Thank you, America.

“It's okay. Little things.”

America and I exchanged glances. For a while, Mr. French cleared his throat softly. That's when I realized we'd been staring at each other for a long time.

"Alright, business is over, I have to leave now." Mr. England and I said our goodbyes to the two of them. Then we boarded a plane back to our home, England.

“What about you? What's the matter with coming to see you again? Huhuhu.”

“It's the same thing.”

“This is America. If I'm not wrong The little girl who came to England is your target?”

“Eh, what did you say?”

“Don't argue. You can read his eyes. You keep staring at her. Shush.”

“Eh, do I look that easy?”

“This is America. Actually, there aren't many principles for flirting with girls. It all depends on your heart. Your heart determines everything. that I will move forward Or will you stay in the same place forever? Think about it, but I think you can definitely do it, America.”

“Well, that's right. Thank you very much. I will do as my heart demands. When I succeed, I will tell you.”

“Then you will send me a present.”

*I'm not stopping here, Alice Kirkland. Prepare to take my attack and my heart*

END