REVAMP DATE: 10/2/21

     It was a bright and sunny spring morning, the wind whipped slightly, brushing against the crisp trees. The sun was out, shining wonderfully in the sky. Everyone was abustle with their daily lives and such, children played in the fields, their bright kites displayed across the light blue sky. All-around life was flourishing, flowers blooming, fruits ripening, the smell of fresh baked bread lingered in the air. The sight and smell was enough to make anyone smile at the faintest glance. Including Britain which was a rare occurrence for him. Even within the castle he found a prison, he could smile. Just for once.

 
It was almost his 18th birthday.

He had been looking forward to this for a long, long time. It never quite left the back of his mind at any given time. Even in his dreams, the thought of walking away from a royal life made him feel something. To explore and see the world beyond the walls and doors of the prison he called home, was all he ever wanted. To be freed from his parents, the constant work and stress they threw onto him, and to see the world. Maybe he could visit some old friends, see how life was in foren country's, anything but work for his parents. He would trade his life for anything.

Everyone wanted to be royal, rich, catered to every second of the day.

Britain despised it.

He hated his life.

He hated being treated like a baby. Not allowed to go anywhere in less he snuck out. When he was young it was like his whole life was perfect, but that perfection quickly dissolved into hatred and mistrust.

Nothing.

He had throught about running away, going to one of his isles and hiding. But he knew he would be found and brought back. He couldn't hide with the amount of respect and power his father had. The whole world would be searching for him. There was completely and utterly nothing he could do. And the worst part was he couldnt stand his father. The constant disapproval, not doing it right, everything he did was wrong in his fathers eyes. Britain silently abhorred him.

Only a few more months and it would be all gone. All done. He could forget about everything in his past life. Start a new one, maybe explore. He could do anything he wanted.But he was still a bird stuck in a cage. There were still weeks left to suffer, and piles of work he had to do. But yet again it was a nice day. Foreigners would be pouring in the gates, wanting a slice of peace in their mind, even if it only lasted for a day. Britain chuckled to himself. ' There's no peace in sight here ' he rolled his eyes.

Watching the dust float into the air, the country glanced over, watching as the sun shone lightly through his closed curtains. No matter how much he despised being in this place there was always one thing he could come to appreciate.

The sun wouldnt last long, so out of his rage Britian unlocked his door and wandered into the hallway. Servants, and other ' important ' people stared at the prince in confusion, not having seen him in at least a week. Britian was quiet and walked firmly down the hall in an almost ghostly fashion. There was something different with him. Something almost no one could understand.

Wandering upon the large Oak door, Britain flung it open, feeling the warm golden rays beat down on his face. Closing his eyes, Britain sucked in a deep breath, sighing at the comforting smell the outside always had to him. The scent of roses, and the sound of bells and laughter echoed through the secluded rose garden, making him grumble slightly unhappy. He couldnt even go and meet his subjects. Unhapply glancing around the same rose gardens he had been playing in when he was only three, a weird feeling settled in his chest. The only happy memmoreis he had were not even happy. They were a reminder of his imprisonment.

Nothing had changed, it had always been the same boring, dull system.

You wake up, work all day, then spend the evening studying in the library. Nothing ever happened differently.
That was another reason Britain wanted to leave the bloody place. Nothing but a change in scenery and a new voice to listen to. Unknowingly deep in thought, he waltzed to a small bush of roses, the bright color barlet catching his glance. It was a single bush of white roses, their petals so pure and mesmerizing to him. They stood in the middle of a red forest, the only bush to remain.

That very bush had started to grow when he was young and he had practically begged his parents to keep them when they had begun to contemplate getting a gardener to rip the beautiful plant from the garden. The roses stood out from the regular red ones.
It was the only thing he had power to do. Oh the irony.
Britain could relate to that one bush of roses. He was different from the usual prince. He could care less about the people and the land. He just wanted to be let go, cut from the strings of his royalty. The prince stared at the bush contimplatingly, but gently plucked one of the roses from the bush, feeling its sharp thorns upon his finger.

Its petals were delicate and the pure white colour almost looked like freshly fallen snow that shimmered in the light. It was beautiful in every way. He waas never privy to red roses in the first place. Consumed with his thoughts Britan felt a bubble form around himself. It separated everything he ever knew from what he wished. A man could wish couldnt he? Mabye not, Britain felt unsure.

" Hello..? "

" Excuse me. ??

" SIR " A tiny voice yellped. Britian snapped around looking for the source of such words, but couldnt find anyone until he looked down. It was one scrawny servant, her uniform torn and battered. It looked like she had just fought a war aginst the whole Spanish Empire.

" Ummm I'm s- sorry sir. Your - Your parents are requesting y- you " the servant nervously stuttered.

" Oh please excuse me," Britain apologised, placing the rose in the breast pocket of his suit. He watched the poor servant cowered in her shoes, unable to even look him in the eyes. He felt pity for her. " Here " Britain dug around in his pocket findng a few spare coins and handing them to the small women. " Take care of yourself alright? " he smiled lightly, watching her eyes light up. It wasnt much in the scale of things, but even the smallest amount of help could make a big difference.

Slowly starting on his way Britian had to remind himself not to get too distracted. It was one of the things his parents frowned upon the most.

He always had to be " aware'' because you never know when something will happen.
It annoyed Britain that his parents could not just accept him for who he was and love him for that. He had to be the PERFECT and polite prince they wished he would always be. But that was not who he was and that was final. Stomping down the halls Britian looked at the open library door. It was his father.This was just going to be great. Huffing out a breath he entered the long library wiping the scowl off his face.

" You requested me, " he tried to say in his happiest voice, but it came out in more of a growl.
" Yes, take a seat, " his father swated his hand at the prince.

Britain could barely hold his disgust back, his own father would have the nerve to do such a thing to him. Refusing to sit, he stood in rebelment, until his father glanced up with upset eyes. He didnt need anything happening now.Sitting down he quietly noticed a pot of tea on the arm table. He loved tea. It always helped to soothe his nerves. At this point he was going to need more than one pot. Pouring himself a cup, the prince observed his carefree father in his fancy suit and tie.

" In only a few months you will be 18. You will then be an adult and it will finally be your time to take over the kingdom. Your mother and I have arranged a wedding for you in three months. There is an Empire we have less than happy terms with and his daughter is of the age. In an attempt to mend our relationship, and gain more support she will become your bride.
You will get married and then take our place, ruling over our people and land. " His father finally spoke up, placing the book back on the shelf and grabbing a new one with a lack of emotion.

Britain almost spat out his tea, his eyes widening. THe doubt in the back of his head exploded. Thoughts and emotions rushed through his body. In a spurt of rage Britian snapped.

" ARE YOU MAD? " He yelled,slamming his hands on the table, listening to the breaking of glass of his tea cup.

" I don't want to rule your stupid kingdom!? I want to leave. "

His father didnt look happy. " That is not your choice. You have royalty in your blood. It's your duty and that's what is going to happen. " His father hissed standing up in defence. Britain was losing its patience.

" Ive never wanted to rule your kingdom. Your greddy and self centered, you care more of yourself then the people within it. If you were going to do something maybe you should have done it at the beginning. " He shouted back. Silence settled over the room.

" OUT " Britans father hissed, gritting his teeth. His father pointed towards the door.

The prince was feeling a prick of worry. He had never seen his father this upset. But he had done what he came to do. His father glared at him with a deathly expression. The prince now felt sick as he stood up and stormed out of the room, knocking several books from their shelves before exiting. Britain was still upset.

 All he wanted was to be free but as always his parents pulled him back to the same spot he had been for years. Running to the safety of his room he slammed the door, locking the door tightly, before back and forth. He gritted his teeth, slamming his hands down against the wood before ripping all the papers off the surface, scattering across the room. All his anger slipped away,and eventually, he slid down to the floor, sitting there with a look of nothing but dismay and pain.Surrounded by his chaos he buried his head in his arms.

 His dreams were crushed.

( OWO welcome back my friends . For you that don't know I used to be Undertaleowo20 . But stuff happened and I'm over here now ! It's great to see you all from before and great to meet all you new people as well ! I hope you enjoy my books ! 

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REVAMP NOTE: Hello my friends! I have finally decided to give this story a new life, a rewrite along with more chapters. Updates will most likely be REALLY slow as im woking on both this and my Star Wars book. School also likes to get in the way! But I will do my absolute best to make it up to your guys.

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