Don't Mess with the British Empire by jillyred, literature
Literature
Don't Mess with the British Empire
It was during the Imperial century when England had begun to learn many things about himself. It wasn't anything to do with his own country but merely his own self, who he was as a person, what he wanted to be, and what he wanted to gain. After the victory over Napoleon England was left with no serious international rival, of course Russia had always been considered some sort of threat to him, but on the sea, England was unchallenged. England had been standing tall on the steamship that powered onwards across the choppy seas that lay endlessly before him, his seas that he had policed with his supreme power.
Ten million square miles of territ
APH - USUK: Oh, Who Would Ever Want to Be King by YecatsCullenLOTR, literature
Literature
APH - USUK: Oh, Who Would Ever Want to Be King
[February 6th, 1952]
"He's dead, America."
The American nation turned around abruptly in the British estate, jumping up from the couch as he heard his lover's voice.
England leant there, against the doorway of the study, in a sopping wet coat, dripping onto the carpet. America flinched at the Brit's paler-than-normal skin, and his shaking body.
"Jeez, Iggy, get out of that coat! It's freezing out there!"
England didn't move, didn't even chastise the other for the nickname as America quickly stripped him off the clothes, didn't even pay attention to the chattering of his own teeth. America himself did not want to remember the words the ol
I've Seen Corrupt the Leaders of a Nation by HazeleyeMedicineCat, literature
Literature
I've Seen Corrupt the Leaders of a Nation
I was lying on the ground of the meadow, Arthur Kirkland next to me. We were looking at the sky, finding shapes in the clouds. It had been a while since our last fight and the Brit was at peace with me. He leaned over and kissed me.
"Why did you do that?" I laughed. His hand was placed onto mine. Emerald met sapphire as one's eyes dove into the others.
"Alfred, it's because I love you dear " The blonde boy leaned over and once more placed his soft lips to mine. The date was June 18th, 1812, a date that I shall never forget in my history. It all started when the sun was beating down too hot on my face.
"Let's head inside," I said. "I'm