Contains mild language, violent situations and suggested adult themes.
-Genre: Romance/Friendship/Drama + historical references
Important Note: you’re supposed to create a fictional country, and not use the one where you live.
[2C/n] archaic name of your Country [C/n] Country name
[Y/n] Your name
[E/c] Eye colour [H/c] Hair colour [S/c] Skin colour
Text with italic font and marked between single apostrophes ('like this') are thoughts. It may vary depending on the point of view of the characters.
~ = change of narration, time skip or different scenery
Note: Keys will be only introduced once whenever used for the first time. They won't repeat themselves afterwards.
The translations of foreign languages, notes and explanations are in the description below.
Said words or phrases will be marked with an italic font.
This story begins on the High Middle Ages, progressing thorough the history. Your life as a country has been, since childhood, influenced by the personification of England. However, as your relationship progresses, you discover obstacles and tasks you must overcome. Only time will tell what destiny haves in store for you and your homeland.
In the Same Sky - England X Reader
Chapter 1 - Meeting new friends
Since unknown time, -yet there are historians that claim it was officially formed on the year 945 AD-, there was a land, called [2C/n] by its people for at least three hundred years. It is an interesting little island, not bigger than Ireland, on the east of the now British archipelago. With a climate similar to England’s, but more temperate and regular, the flora is plentiful, with deciduous colourful trees, nourished by thin lines of water that don’t cross from one side to another. Their thunderstorms on the near seas are feared, as the dangerous cliffs are known of destroying multiple ships.
Inhabited by the descendants of the Anglo-Saxons, who also conquered the territories which were close around the fifth century, their language was somewhat close to the modern English, but it still sounded like gibberish to the first explorers who arrived in the middle of the fifteenth century. The society had a strong connection with Celtic culture, thus they also developed a belief in fantasy creatures.
The grass whispered while hundreds of boots stepped on it. Low rustles could be heard. He was familiar with this ambient. It was similar to his home. The deep green, dirty cloak that wrapped his slim body was starting to get annoyingly full of thistles while he searched for any signs of life.
Olive leaves tickled his sides, due to his height. His little but solemn figure walked through the dense forest, accompanied by his mates. While intending to create a decent map for his country land, a furious storm raged on the sea, and soon after, when they found themselves adrift, he saw that smoke, snaking on the blue sky. That’s what called the nation’s attention, and drove him to disembark. A minty winged rabbit followed him with growing eagerness, pushing the boy on the back, but it was soon put to rest, after getting told to calm down.
Inside her house, [Y/n] was making the preparations for the Beltane. Ordering and commanding the courteous servants, very soon long pieces of wood and charcoal were stacked up in the centre of the square, surrounded by populated markets and vivid merchants.
She extended her chubby arms and, in pure bliss, started to dance, jumping in the path that connected a wide gate to a water well, that's roof was made with oak rusty planks. A bush warbler hopped on her [h/c] tresses, cheeping. Without suppressing her mirth, she offered from a little sack on her waist some seeds, which were viciously eaten by the bird. Soon a full flock was attacking her palm, and she laughed when it was found clean.
She asked for the attention of her people on all sides, and the musicians started playing, roaring with enthusiasm.
The sounds guided him, and trying to jump some shrubs, he discovered a clear part of the foliage. Stepping on some lonely rocks, trying to descry the source of the long grey trail that painted the clouds, he peeked, with the help of a soldier’s armoured shoulder.
His curious eyes examined a pleasant valley. The trees had been cut due to their nuisance, and replaced by rooftops and cobblestone. The sight was breathtaking. There was a village that radiated joy and happiness. In the distance, a gorgeous fortification could be seen. Loud instruments that resembled bagpipes, with some corded instruments announced a cheerful song. It was a full thriving town -no, a new Kingdom.
And he knew it. He never met anyone before who wasn’t interested in tearing apart or selling both him and his three brothers. This could be good.
He told his escort and flying friend to wait in the bushes, as he stepped outside, for the entire world to see. Messy blond locks were flown by the wind when he removed the fabric from his head, emerald eyes scanning the people who stood shocked, totally dumbfounded at the new sight. The music stopped suddenly in a broken chord.
A tiny creature emerged from the centre of the organised chaos that then had stopped, revealing stunning [e/c] eyes and long hair that touched the waist of its owner. He then could totally tell the little child was a girl of about the same age, [s/c] skin sparkling by the touch of the sun.
Her looks were quite stunning. She wasn’t famished or weak, like he could have imagined, so she was quite… pretty. But his pride and etiquette would damn his soul if he said that. With one hand in the air next to his waist, he proclaimed, in a nasal tone.
“I’ve come here in peace… for the time being.” His voice was low at the last phrase, knowing that she wouldn’t listen that part. With a little nod, as if accepting himself, the explorer continued. “I can see you are a new Reign. I would love to make acquaintance of…?”
With no words, in a quick movement, she held a threatening dagger at the stranger in a bewildered sigh, as she’d never known another personification before. Trying to make out his foreign language – and his weird accent - that was actually really close to hers, she spoke quietly, getting closer until he was at arm’s length.
“[C/n].” Still not lowering the sharp object that was close to his neck, wanting to cut some of that fair skin, she asked in a whisper. “Who are you und ghat do you vant?”
The interrogation received two rather big eyebrows being arched, revealing his uneasiness both by the weapon and the weird similarity of words.
“I-I… I’m England. And… th-there is no need to be so hostile.” He stuttered, embarrassed, thinking that she had problems speaking in a foreign dialect. “I don’t intend to hurt you. Please, lower the dagger…”
Two full minutes of contemplation after, without the kid moving, the girl softened her pose. He seemed honest, at least by the moment, so she tucked the silver knife under her leather belt, with the left hand on the carved dark wood, from where it did not move, ready to get into a defensive pose in any moment.
“I vold rathar not stick this o’ you.” She said with an icey edge to her voice. “So dun’t giv’ me a reason.” Offering her right clean hand, the native glared at the boy.
“I will not.” He replied, with a short handshake.
[Y/n] examined her situation, only to find the surroundings clear of any other live being.“You seem to scur off ev’ione...”
[C/n] could tell England’s face was getting beet red. With a deep tone, he retorted with a grunt on his mouth. “And you seem to not get proper pronunciation classes.”
‘Wi, you lit basturd…!’
The smaller country tried to retain her composure, cheeks burning, but a dry and mad tone betrayed her.“Und you are hea’ becuis?”
[E/c] eyes met herb-green ones in a serious staring contest, with a pressuring atmosphere. The discussion was becoming more unfriendly by the second. The boy didn’t respond, tensing up.
In this kind of environment, a war or an invasion was in the next corner. He thought about sparring with the spunky child, and winning her territory, but then memories of his brother's resentment for him, and how they often beat him up made his wishes waver and his face pale as if he’d seen a ghost. His intensity softened from the glare. He needed a friend, at least for a while. Speaking of friends…
Suddenly, a flying bunny that couldn’t resist himself anymore flew to his shoulder, and, happy to see another country, exclaimed out of joy. “Artie! Be gentle with a lady! Aren’t you a knight?”
“What are you doing here, silly! Go! Shoo! Shoo! Didn’t I tell you to wait?!” The boy whispered rather loudly to him, intending to not alert [C/n]. But the efforts were useless.
“Wo is your frend?”
Stopping immediately, he whipped his head with huge doe eyes fixed on the gentler country.“You… can see him?”
“O’ corse! Wi shoudn’t I?”
Her plain explanation made him raise even more his bushy brows, and he looked at her, gaping. “Why… how… you… I…”
The newcomer was at the loss of words. Other countries, not long ago, started to stop believing in such creatures. The Medieval Age was changing, surely, and religion, faith and mystical beings were considered minor things. Dragons became extinct soon after, and those who had yielded the sword that ended with them were considered barmy. And England surely got laughed at, big time. “So… you…”
“Uhm… yes… I hav a frend too, you see…” A whistle escaped from [Y/n]’s lips, and then, something even the more impossible happened. A pure black, winged cat with deep ocean eyes jumped from the bushes out of the blue, onto the girl’s head, gazing at the rodent, with pupils like large puddles.
Happiness overwhelmed the blond's face, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching his hand out to touch the feline, who purred and meowed in ecstasy in answer to the gentle caresses.
Then, he caught a curious look from [C/n], amusement in her [e/c] eyes. “Ghat are you doinn?”
“Gah! I-I’m so sorry!” With a swift movement, he removed his palm from the jet fur, making the cat mew in disapproval.
“Dun’t worr abut it” She giggled, her mood changing. “Your frend is quit too.”
The bunny made weird sounds, as if laughing, while England was clearly ruby red at this point, a blank expression on his face.
“If you fing Gaa’la butiful, thun lett me shuw you somathung.”
With a signal, he told his mates to retreat. For the moment, there was no need for them to escort him. He followed [Y/n] when they walked on the used route of the village, finding more interesting things with each step.
Colourful Celtic designs were carved on the door-frames of the humble houses, and he stood in awe when he saw the beautiful sculpture of a dragon, detailed in solid rock. She soon explained that those were her signature. The crude flag that she herself had modelled featured a raging cyan fire-breathing reptile in a white, pearly background. They soon started to talk about their respective beliefs, and soon found out that they had a lot more in common than they first thought: both loved stories full of magic and wonder, spells, sorcery, and silent starry reading nights.
The people who were panicking like rats soon came out from their hiding places and glanced at the boy with curiosity. His jade eyes beamed at them, and with a shy smile, England greeted them.
The [h/c] took him to a beautiful hill, where the spring made itself obvious. Cherry red, yellow and violet flowers were appealing to the eyes, and birds sang to their chicks while the sun started to descend. They sat and shared an afternoon snack. Before [Y/n] could stop him, England took one of the buns which were in a corner of the basket, as if rejected. But alas, he was delighted. “These are marvellous! How did you bake them?”
“Oh… thouse are yucky… I sepourout thum becuis thei wer’ burn’d...”
He choked on the bread, and, coughing, he made a nervous laugh. “O-of course! I knew that…!”
The girl let out sniggers and chuckled, making him blush a dark pink; at this he began to distract himself with Mint and Gaa’la, who were playing innocently beside them, jumping and running around.
Sharing a moment of silent conversation, [C/n] locked her eyes on him. Mesmerising forest eyes were inspecting the clouds above, examining the weather. His golden hair shone with the help of the setting sun and a sincere grin was plastered on his lips. He wasn’t scary at all!
England ignored the rustling [Y/n] was making while searching something in her bag.
“Hea’. Take et.”
The adventurer, much calmer now, glanced at her hand, a shiny silver ring with a Celtic design and a black dragon on it. With hesitation, the blond took it and scanned the pattern. “[C-c/n]… But, why would you give me this?”
“We giv’ thud to our frends...”
Taken unaware of her present, he thought about the lass, who had greeted him with open arms once he didn’t show any intentions of harming her. She was different from his brothers, Francis, or even himself.
Realising that he hadn’t greeted his host in the same way, or given her something, he felt really guilty. “Thanks for everything, eh… [C/n].”
The guest was a bit nervous when he reached to his pockets, and showed in a closed hand a long collar with some ancient runes on it. “I-I thought it could protect y-you… I-I mean, so you can be more useful for me! This is only for my own benefit!”
[Y/n] looked at him weirdly, but accepted the gift nonetheless. “Tonk you…” She exclaimed, investigating the engraving. “Its swit of you.”
England chortled, delighted in his discovery: friendship.
England felt his cheeks burn in the inferno when he perceived at the sincere smile of hers, and breaking eye contact, he tried to calm his little heart from… excitement?
They kept eating and discussing about pixies, but it was starting to get late. Time seemed to flow by when the blond was close. The first question that puzzled her since the very beginning returned. What did he want?
With a suppressed chuckle at her curious… accent, eyes glinting with joy, he complied to her call. “Yes?”
Feeling that she didn’t want him to leave, [C/n] found hard to ask the following question.“Wi are you hea’…?”
With pure sincerity, his exterior softened, having found someone else who understood him, he spoke simply with a quiet voice, trembling, the sensation of not wanting to part ways with her attacking him, making him worry that [Y/n] would decline his idea. “I-I need more forces to teach the bloody frog a lesson.”
She wasn’t ready for that. The lines above her eyes arched, and then one lowered.“Wo? Thy stupid pervurt?”
He found himself making a smirk, his eyes glinting recognition and sudden proud that someone who wasn’t himself shared the same opinion.
“I hav been in som troble with him.” She explained. “Givs me hea’aches.”
“Want to help me give him a good spanking?”
‘She was smiling not long ago… How come she can get that scary smirk on her face?!‘