( Sorry for such a short chapter!! ) 

" Hey everybody look! " France gulped as her head snapped towards Vatican who stood tall on a chair. He was still too short to see over the crowd, but his loud voice did the job of gathering attention. The important attendees at the front table stopped their talking and UN even sat his drink down to figure out what was happening. The Vatican jumped up and down gently and pointed at the two, yelping "They're gonna get married!"

A wave of gasps and surprised chatter wrang through the crowd and people slowly started to shift from their positions and make a small circle around the two. France felt her head sweat profusely as everyone stared at them with bright eyes and happy smiles as Britain watched from the floor. Vatican pushed his way through the crowd, yelling a few other things until Italy finally caught hold of him and shushed the child. Frace stood stone still as she watched a few happy couples stand in the front, their hands strung together in love, their own wedding rings shining in the light. The orchestra came to a quiet hault as a path opened for the Organizations to pass through.

France looked back down at Britain, gazing at his longing face as he balanced on one knee with a glimmering ring in his right hand. She opened her mouth slightly but closed it tightly when UN wandered up near her. The Englishmen seemed to notice her anxiety and started speaking.

" I understand we have only known each other for a few weeks, but it's true that I have fallen for you over that time. Such beauty and a pure soul are hard to find and I have no doubt stumbled across an angel. I know our future might not be planned out at this moment, but we can do great things, it just takes one step. " he tried his best not to sound sappy to the entire crowd, shifting slightly on his knee. A few people awwed and others just watched quietly.

France listened quietly and tears swelled in her eyes as she weakly replied. " Yes... "

Britain let out an internal sigh as he gently tugged her white glove off, slipped the ring on, and gave her hand a small kiss. Cheers and excited clapping filled the room as a few champagne bottles popped in the back. UN and EU stood almost proud at the side, clapping happily. " Congratulations " EU bowed slightly, patting the Brit gently on the back. Britain stood up, nodding to EU and pulling France into a small hug, listening to her start sniffling sadly in his ear. He breathed in the smell of wisteria and lavender as he gently held her tight, rubbing the princess back slightly. His head hurt at the realization of what he had just done started to settle in his mind.

" I'm sorry... " he whispered, knowing those weren't tears of joy she was shedding. France's breathing picked up gradually, and Britain tried his best to keep her from hyperventilating. France didn't pull away from his embrace and after a few minutes spoke quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

" I should be mad at you and I should try to hate you, but... It's not your fault, and I just... I can't believe this is happening. This is my worst nightmare..." she shakily admitted, her mascara running in long dark streaks down her face as she continued to sob. The princess hicked a few times she clung to his back, her head resting on his shoulder in anguish. Britan rubbed her back gently and for the first time felt as if he understood what she was trying to say. He understood how she felt. She was finally letting him in.

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" Ahh, your just jealous you big idiot! " Ireland laughed whispering to his brother next to him.

" Pay attention you two.. " their father snapped, hitting a book against one of the large desks. Scotland rolled his eyes and leaned back in the chair with a high-pitched groan.

" Language is boring. Why can't we go and do something else, pick up a few girls, grab a drink, anything other than learning French.. " he threw his hands in the air, as Ireland snickered from the time. Their father narrowed his eyes at the two but eventually let it go, turning back to the chalkboard on his left. The two brothers stayed quiet for a little but eventually started chatting back and forth once again.

" I'm not jealous! I'm just confused as to why Britain gets a girl, fancy parties, a nice wedding, everything! He's living in the lap of luxury and I'm stuck here with you and Lil miss perfect.. " he pointed over his shoulder to Northern who sat behind them, scribbling down a few notes in a journal.

Ireland blew a raspberry at his brother and looked back towards the front.

" Give her some slack. She's the only lass here and deals with your antics all day. If I was her I would do the exact same thing. '' Ireland rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. Scotland scoffed and turned back around to the chalkboard.

" Still! If it wasn't for my ' unprince like behavior' I would be with France! Britain doesn't deserve her, he hasn't been around as long as I have. France is really something, fit to be with one of us! She's a beautiful girl, nice face, smart, strong, funny, no arguments, no drama. So what if she's a foreigner! Britain is out of his mind for hating her" Scotland flipped his book to a random page in an attempt to seem busy as their father peered from the side. Ireland scoffed, throwing his pencil down.

" Haha! I knew you were jealous. You should focus on the fact that our little brother got her and you should be happy for him! Why can't you be as open-minded as me?" Ireland taunted, sitting up straighter and pretending to not be caring. " Scotland looked back up from his complicated test paper airplane and smirked, making Ireland feel slightly uneasy.

" What? I'm right " he snarked. Scotland rolled his eyes.

" Whatever you say Mr. Planner. '' He kicked the legs of Ireland's chair as he crashed to the ground with a thud.

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"It's beautiful France! Do you know how much that ring probably cost that poor prince? I bet it's worth at least as much as this whole castle combined! It's worth much more than I will ever make, that's for sure. "

" That's beside the point, Mina. The point is that I think it's time to put an end to all this. Maybe it's time for me to.. "

" To do what France? You can't do anything anymore. The word has already spread about your engagement, and now half of Europe would love to talk to you about it. I hate to say it your majesty, but you are wasting your breath and running out of time. There's no way you can slip away from the grasp of the world and win the heart of someone else with who you are.. " the servant grabbed a brush, pulling it through her chocolate brown hair.

" There is a way! The-there has to be! I-I have the money and-and resources to do it. This-this ring alone is worth enough to make me the most popular person in the entire world! I can leave her-here and start-start over, Mina. I-I can find someone that I can love and that will love me back. We-we can raise a child together. It will be my child and his child and well-well love each other together forever! I-I was, was always told- that.. that I would-would find my-my prince charming someday, and I am ready now. I am-am ready to start my family and-and -anything will be better than this! " Her voice stuttered and hicked as a few hot tears spilled down her face.

Mina sighed slightly, placing the brush down on the small table next to them. " France. You understand it's either Britain or.. Or Reich. I know how much you went through to show that German that you loved him, and how much it broke your heart when you had to leave him. You had hope for such a long time, but now that it's shattered-what is there left to do? The rest of Europe will have found you now, and soon enough, the whole world will have. You can't... hope any longer. You can't hope and wait for someone else to come along." her voice was low and quiet. The princess continued to sob from underneath the servant, wiping her tears on the pink sleeve of her nightgown.

Mina brushed a few more strokes through France's hair but quickly stopped when she saw her friend that upset. This was enough stress and pressure to kill anyone.

" There, there, it will be alright France. Everything will be better when you're back home and that prince will be there waiting to find you. Let's just get you ready for the day then you can go and calm down " she grabbed a handkerchief and handed it to the distressed monarch. France batted her eyes a few times but snatched the piece of cloth, blowing her nose.

" Th-thanks.. " she bluntly replied.

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The prince sighed flopping into a chair, running a tired hand through his hair. His hand wandered to the left as he grabbed a small teacup, sipping the warm liquid. Earl Grey with two sugar and steaming warm, just the way he liked it. Despite the warm and cheery attitude he didn't know what to do.

He had a beautiful princess waiting for him.

A beautiful princess that didn't want him.

Why didn't she want him?

What was wrong with him?

Maybe it was the whole situation. He understand it was a bit awkward to be thrown into the situation they were both placed in, but this was the way of the world. This is how things were done. Marriage wasn't about love. It was about order.

It was arranged marriages that kept the world in order. It combined lands and kingdoms, brought people together, and made more money for both sides.

For the most part, it was a blessing, but it could also do the exact opposite. Tear people apart, start wars, make people upset, a whole list of terrible things Britain didn't even want to think about.

A good matching could create a new world power or a terrible burden.

They were just doing their jobs. Their jobs of children of the royal blood. He didn't understand how France still couldn't come to see that. It was something that made his blood boil but not in anger in relation. It was a weird sensation and he didn't knows how to process it.

Rocking in his chair, the prince swiveled around glancing out the large window that lay in front of him. On the other side of a few inches of fragile glass lay the world he had been kept away from. Britain could only remember one time in his life he was allowed to actually go into his own kingdom. The details were blurry and his memory was faded but he still remembered a few details from it. That was a long time ago and he knew times had changed.

The Brit took another sip of his tea as he glanced out the crystal glass windows, watching the red roses sway elegantly in the warm wind. He could almost smell the enchanting sweetness and feel the sharp, blunt thorns beneath his fingertips. His foot tapped quietly in rhythm on the floor as he swiveled in the chair, stuck seemingly in his own thoughts.

He hadn't ever really thought of it, but France so clearly resembled a rose. She was stunningly beautiful, her petals shinning with colors and fullness. Her personality was bubbly and full of joy when around the right people. She had a touch of mischievousness about her that he wouldn't ever see in any other princess. Her thorns were sharp and deadly when needed but capable of stopping a tear with just the touch of her soft rose petals. It was that one night. At the gala. How she had seemingly placed the world behind her, clinging onto him for a source of comfort and affection.

Britain questioned if it was even her that day. Her thorns had mysteriously disappeared as the world watched with wide eyes, their curiosity growing into something new. The intoxicating smell of vanilla and lavender never left his mind from that day forth. Rocking back in the chair Britain lifted the ceramic teacup to his lips, wrapped in a blanket of sunshine from a nearby window. It would work out he reassured himself over and over. He would make this workout.

" Britain?! " the prince jumped, spilling tea all over himself as the large oak door behind him slammed against the doorframe. The Brit cursed under his breath as he shook a few drops of tea from his hand and looked behind him.

" Look at you making a mess in here! " Mina stomped forwards a few random pairs of clothing in her hands as she gazed at him with a raised brow.

" Come on, get up! " she stomped over, pulling him up from the chair. The prince let out a confused noise.

" What's happening " a sudden panic raised from inside him, making his voice sound far weaker than he would have liked. Mina grumbled and laid a stack of clothing on the large bed on the other side of the room, grabbing his empty teacup from the desk. "You're going to London that's what! Dont you remember, today's the day " Mina answered with a bit of a frown. The prince snapped his head to look at her, his face twisting into the servent with a guilty look.

" Right.... "

" Ughh You forgot didn't you! I don't know what you or France would do without me! Come on, we don't have any time to waste! And change your pants well your at it! It looks like you just ran through the rain... " she tossed the prince a crisply cleaned suit and exited the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Britain blew a raspberry at the door before tromping into his bathroom to change.

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Reich lay quietly in his bed, staring up blankly at the ceiling. He was supposed to be sleeping, but his brain was racing so fast and so loud that his sleep seemed pointless. Ever since he had stomped back from that damn gala and destroyed half the palace people had been scrambling all over him. People were getting concerned with his ' anger issues ' and his doctor had randomly recommended he slept more.

So here he was, in bed during the middle of the day. He had better things to do at this point. Annoyingly groaning he shifted to the right, his silk pajamas sticking to his sweat-dampened skin. His body ached as he stretched out, his eyes landing on the open window above him. The dark cloud shrouded the sky outside, acting a gloomy hue over the land. A light breeze was creeping through the curtains, but the room still seemed incredibly hot. He rubbed his face slightly, letting his honey-colored eyes adjust to the pitch-black darkroom.

He knew he should sleep, his body was obviously demanding rest, but it was futile. He couldn't stop thinking about it. About her.

His little blossom, his flower, his beloved angel had been taken. She had been pulled from his grasp, cruelly ripped away from him and everything he held dear. Her soft skin, her silky soft brown hair, her silken lips, her perfect and glowing body.

All of it... gone.

And it was all his fault. Feeling frustration prick at his skin he tossed the heavy silk bed covers off his body. Running a hand through his hair, his thoughts found themselves ricocheting back to a single thought.

Who the hell did Britain think he was...?

Grabbing a pack of matches from his side table, he struck it and leaned over lighting a small candle that sat on the nightstand. It barely provided any light, but he didn't need to use it anyway. The German's eyes immediately fell to the large oak desk that sat across the room. It was mostly clean and organized, a small vase of wilting flowers sitting at the edge. His room was generally clean for the most part except for the wall that sat near a large closet in the back. It had been torn up pretty well because of his random upset outbursts at times. The wallpaper was peeled away from the wall and there was still a large blade stuck into the drywall.

His heart thumped inside of his chest as he stood up, his feet coming in contact with the cold wooden floor that sat below him. A small shiver ran through his spine as the wind continued to whip through the curtains creating a ghost like moan.

Feeling tension prick at the back of his mind he slid across the floor, taking a seat in the large plush chair that sat a few inches away from the large furnished desk.

Leaning back quietly he plucked one of the wilting roses from the vase and twirled it around. A blunt thorn poked at his skin as the dead petals fell one by one to the floor, crinkling with pain. The German's dead eyes stared longingly at the plant for a few seconds before crumpling it up to dust throwing it on the floor behind him. Pain flared through his mind as the memories of his past love drowned his brain.

His hands formed into tight fists as he started to search through a stack of papers and useless notes for a few seconds before pulling a single key from the bottomless pit. It was cold and solid in his hands as he kneeled to the floor, unlocking the bottom drawer with a satisfying click of the key.

An unsure smile spread across the German's face as he threw open the cabinet, searching through another jumble of notes and assorted files that he had disregarded for good. Several times his fingers opened a new drawer only to yank it back closed a second later.

He finally found what he was looking for on a second file, one envelope that lay buried at the bottom of the deep drawer, clasped in his hand. A cold wind kicked up as they ran a hand over the light blue paper, turning it around to read the beautiful words written in cursive. His heartfelt heavy as his fingers pulled the top off the envelope, letting the letter fall out on the floor.

His nectar eyes gently picked it up, scanning the words written on the paper with dark blue ink.

My Dearest Reich,

I miss you, my love. Things are beautiful here In Berlin of course but I do miss your presence a great deal. It seems much colder without you here by my side on these freezing nights and mornings that I am awake with the sun. I hope things are running smoothly where you are. I know how much this pact means to you and your father and have no doubt that he is as proud of you as I am. You have certainly become more than just a friend and I am proud of who you have become. You would make a wonderful Chancellor someday, I know it.

Paris has been awaiting your arrival. She reminds me so much of my mother at times. Mina seems to be waiting for you to return as well. She insists that we do more than just talk and read all day, that our time is precious and we must use it to get to know one another. I see no problem with that despite the fact that I feel like we already knew each other as if we were childhood friends. I guess as some say, true love comes to those to look to find it.

The kingdom of Britain hasn't done much else since our little tussle between our countries. I thank you dearly for the gifts that you sent and the support that you have given me despite being halfway across Europe.

I have spent my entire day trying to find the right words to share with you in this letter. How I wish I could tell you everything that has been running through my mind since my last letter but the words seem inadequate. All I can say is that I miss you very much and look forward to the next time I see you. Please make sure to bring Paris back something or we will never hear the end of it.. ♥

Forever, Your Admier~