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Chapter 1: First Day on Duty

You only stared dully at him, a question going through your head, “Ah…yes, well…I’m [f/n] [l/n]…it’s nice to…meet you too…” After that the two of you shook hands once again, but this time you allowed your eyes to linger about longer. His deep emerald eyes just entranced you as you finally succeeded in prying away, a faint blush forming on your face as well as a scowl. You were seriously not going to enjoy this new assignment, you were sure of that.

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It was your first day as England’s official bodyguard and you were already beginning to dread your superior’s choice. Of all the nations they could’ve asked, why they would have to choose the most stubborn, cynical, impatient, nosy, bossy, and outright temperamental of them all was far beyond you; all you had to do was guard his immortal life for as long as your superior thought necessary.
There you stood by his side at one of the many meetings he had to attend as a nation’s human embodiment and you couldn’t help but crack an eye open to watch as he relentlessly fought tooth and nail with the nation of France on some issue one or the other had brought up about each other. Sending your stern gaze across the room you quickly took notice to how each and every one of the nations’ personifications practically just argued and disagreed with one another and even started threatening other nations if they agreed or disagreed with them.

Inwardly sighing, you closed your eye again and thought about where in your career you had gone wrong. Bad move…because as soon as you thought about it your mind went straight back to that traitorous official who’d used your heart as your only weakness and betrayed your nation, only to get himself killed by the very one he’d given his true heart to in the end. Thinking back to such a thing brought a subconscious shiver down your spine as you trembled slightly, clenching your fists behind your back. Unbeknownst to you, your slight crack of vulnerability caught the eye of the now fairly calmed England as he tried his best to regain his composure. Seeing you shiver lightly, he turned his attention completely over to you; raising a hand he tapped you lightly on the side catching your attention. “Are you alright, love?”

You opened your eyes some as you pulled your thoughts away from that terrible memory and back to him. Nodding some you turned your gaze away from his emerald green eyes and stared dead ahead, avoiding any more discussion with the Brit. He looked as if he were about to say more, but before he could another nation had called out to him, drawing his attention away from you and back to the meeting. You just idled away at the time as your mind began to fly off somewhere else; you didn’t even recognize the fact that another nation had been eyeing you from across the table the entire time and it was only till you’d phased back into reality that you were met with a pair of sky blue eyes behind clear glasses. [E/c] eyes widening from the sudden surprise of eye contact you took a step back when the owner of “said” eyes began to gleam brightly and hurriedly made his way over to you. “So your Iggy’s new bodyguard, huh?” he asked as he continued to grin. You could only stare somewhat passively as the word “new” floated by in your head; not being able to contain your curiosity, “…Why….do you say…new?” you asked rather plainly.
The blonde nation looked at you, surprise and shock labeling his face, “WHAT?!! YOU SERIOUSLY DON’T KNOW?!!!” he practically shouted, grabbing everyone’s attention in the room. You tried to control the reddening of your cheeks, not good at being the center of attention and nodded some, still containing that passive look on your face. “America! Keep it down, you Git! And what is all this nonsense of not knowing something?!” the irritated Brit demanded as he turned to the two of you. America just brought his attention over to England as he pointed at you, “Duuude, you didn’t tell her of what happened to that last bodyguard you had?” he somewhat tried to subtly whisper…yet failed….immensely. England’s face grew red with rage as he jumped up from his seat, his fingers constricting tightly; crumpling the meeting documents he originally had in his hands. He began to tremble some as everyone in the room aside from America and France had now started to whisper amongst one another.

“…Y-…You bloody Git……Y-You apparently can’t seem to learn to keep your mouth shut…CAN you?” he seethed through gritted teeth. Then quickly packing his things he stormed out of the room leaving everyone to go hushed till it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
Finally pulling yourself from the shock of what’d just happened, you quickly hurried out the door to find the enraged British nation. You’ve had to of gone down two and a half flights of stairs before you caught up to him at the entrance hall, or lobby. “He’s really fast…” you whispered to yourself, but apparently he heard since a grunt escaped his lips after you stated ‘said’ fact. You just continued to walk behind him, keeping a close eye on him and everything else like the expert you were, but somewhere not too far in the back of your mind the thing America had brought up kept itching its way back into focus. Shaking your head some you didn’t realize you’d gone off course and before you knew it you’d found yourself walking right smack-dab into a streetlight pole; gaining a little squeak of surprise to escape the confines of your throat. As you covered your face you didn’t realize that England had turned back to look at you, a look of surprise on his face. Immediately seeing this, you tried to pull yourself together, standing straight and looking away you couldn’t hide the reddened part of your face where it’d smacked into the pole. Trembling, England quickly turned away and started storming off again, but this time you had your act together and ran to catch up with him when,

—BAM—

You felt the hard wood of the door slam open and right into your face, not even taking your second step from the pole incident and you’d found yourself on the ground, clinging at your now clearly bruised face in aching pain. When you looked back up you saw the owner of the store mumble an apology before running back into the store. You glared through the wooden door and hopefully to the perpetrator responsible for knocking you flat off your feet, but before you could get up you took notice to the English nation trembling even more as he started to wane some and leaned against the side of the building. You were now seriously starting to worry if something was wrong with him, but that was before you heard the slightest whimper of a muffled laugh break its way out of his mouth. Your brow twitched as his muffled laughter had now started to become more and more unrestrained as he turned over, his forehead resting against the bricks and his fist pounding into the rugged rock, as he continued to laugh away. Now completely off the ground you sighed, a bright red blush present on your cheeks as you folded your arms, “Yeah, yeah…laugh it up~” you inwardly sulked at the sheer embarrassment of your ordeal, but relieved nonetheless for his sudden lighten in mode.

Wiping at a few stray tears, England took one last breath before straightening up and gaining complete and focused composure. “Well love…it appears you’re not as invulnerable as you pretend to be after all…” he said with a smirk spreading across his lips. You could only frown at the gent as he continued to smirk. Then turning away, you pouted refusing to respond back. England on the other hand just chuckled some before continuing his walk back to his manor with you not too far behind.

England’s P.O.V.----

‘Well, she certainly knows how to take one’s mind off of matters…’ I thought to myself as I tried to calm my breathing; then looking at her I couldn’t help but let a smirk grace my lips, “Well love…it appears you’re not as invulnerable as you pretend to be after all…” I watched as her normal frown deepened and she looked away, a slight pout present on her face, it was actually quite funny really…Chuckling to myself I turned back around and started back up to my house; simultaneously making sure she wasn’t too far behind so that I could witness it if she so happened to run into anymore objects along the way.
It didn’t take too long to make it back home, after all the meeting had luckily took place in my country this time. I began to search for my keys but as I searched I started to feel my cheeks get flustered at the time it took to get those bloody keys out already!

Huffing, I tried to rethink my steps of where I’d last placed them; that’s when I came to a startling fact…I bloody left them at the meeting! Bloody Hell! What in the world is wrong with me today?! I swear, it’s all that bastard’s fault—Bloody Git!!!
Trying to calm myself down I started at retrieving my spare key from the secret compartment just beneath the door mat.

Reg. P.O.V.-----

You watched curiously as the British gent in front of you fumbled about his being in search of something, and then froze as if remembering something he’d forgotten. You’d guessed it was his keys by the fact that the two of you were still outside. You just calmly watched in approval as he went to retrieve a spare from what looked like a secret compartment he’d had under the mat. You quietly whistled impressed by the fact that he’d made such a thing rather than just placing it willy-nilly anywhere. But you snapped back into focus as he opened the door for you, gesturing for you to go first.

You raised a brow, ‘Wha—Is he crazy? He should know that I’m his bodyguard…I don’t need any gentlemanly acts upon myself…’ You refused his offer and instead gestured for him to go instead. England just shook his head, “I insist, it wouldn’t be very gentlemanlike of me if I let a lady such as yourself go after me.” You frowned even more than usual and shook your head sternly, “I am sorry…but I am your bodyguard, so you do not have to think of me as a lady in anyway…female or not.” And with that you didn’t give him a chance to rebuttal as you pushed him inside and shut the door.

Inside you let your eyes wander about, his place was nice, and gave off a really comfortable homey vibe to it. Taking a seat in one of his Victorian styled chairs you sternly stared at the now noticeably nervous Brit before you. “U-uh, well…would you care for some tea, love? I-it’s actually quite pleasant about this time of day…” he said fumbling over his words a bit.

You thought about his request for a second before nodding slightly. A relieved look spread across his face as soon as you’d accepted his offer, then rushing into his kitchen he started at making the tea. You sat there in the quiet room for a couple of minutes before you heard the familiar shuffling of footsteps come back into the room. “Alrighty now, here you are love.” He said handing you the china before taking a seat opposite to you. As you lightly took a sip at the tea your [e/c] eyes softened at the sweet aroma. ‘This…has a nice scent…’ you thought to yourself before p[lacing the china onto the coffee table. After taking a sip from his own cup, England placed it onto the table beside yours then leaned back in his chair, his hands folded on his lap as he brought his attention back to you. “Well then…I suppose it’s best about time we came to know more about each other, right Miss [l/n]? After all, we will be together for a good while.”

You nodded in agreement, “I guess so…” you whispered beneath your breath. England mile some at your cooperation and sat up in his chair. “I suppose I’ll start first then, well, as you already know my official human name is Arthur Kirkland, I’m roughly about 23 appearance wise I suppose…I can’t bloody remember how old I truly am anymore after all these years…” he sighed some after thinking about it but then continued, “I have 5 brothers, not counting those two bloody wankers at the meeting…and I’m quite fond of cooking and tea~” As soon as you heard him mention cooking a noticeable groan came from outside the window that was behind you. Taken aback by the sudden grumble you turned around to look but instead saw nothing. England noticed and an immediate from crossed his lips as he stood from his chair and stormed out the house, only to be spotted in the window yelling at something that was on the ground. Then after a couple of more shouts you saw three men pop up from the bushes. You immediately recognized two of the ‘said’ men from the meeting, but the third was new. He had short blood red hair and piercing forest green eyes. He wore a similar military uniform to England’s but his was a dark blue rather than green.

Then before you knew it the four men were back in the house and all sat in the room. England cleared his throat some to clear the stiff air, “Well, I might as well introduce everyone…Miss [l/n], you remember America and France from the meeting, correct?” You nodded as he continued, “And the wanker over there with the cigarette is my elder brother…” he grimaced, “Alistor Kirkland…or...Scotland…” At the sound of his name the red head looked over in your direction and gave a smirk. “So this is the new lil’ guard?” he spoke eyeing you up and down, his forest green eyes gleaming smugly. England sighed irritably before folding his arms, “Yes, she’s my …new bodyguard…” he said quietly, his eyes now searching the floor for anything to take his mind off of it. That’s when he remembered that you both were still setting to get to know each other, “Oh that’s right!...I almost forgot, forgive me love, you still haven’t told me about yourself yet.” He brought his attention back to you, emerald eyes sparkling in anticipation.

You were hesitant at first, but after thinking it through, you came to the thought that it couldn’t hurt to know more about each other, but still…knowing about him was one thing…it was your duty…but did he really need to know about you? You thought some more, and before you could even get a syllable out you were interrupted by the blonde American that sat on the chair next to yours. “Hahahahaha!!! Hey dudette! I’m Alfred F. Jones, and I’m America, so that naturally means that…I’M THE HERO!!!!!” At this everyone in the room nearly fell from their chairs listening to him boast about his “natural” title, England then decided to speak up, “In what way does being America give you a ‘natural’ title of being a hero?!!” America gave the Brit a lazy look as he continued to laugh, “Dude, America’s always the hero!~”

This time it was France’s turn to facepalm, “What ze hell?...” Ignoring the arguing duo he then turned his attention to you, “Well, ma cherie~ aren’t you just ze most beautiful rose in ze garden, oui?~” and with that he pulled out a random red rose from outta who knows where and gave it to you, “A beautiful rose for a beautiful lady? Ohhonhonhon~” You blushed some accepting the rose and frowned, “Ah, thank you but I’m sorry to say flattery won’t charm this flower…” After you’d said that you saw the look of complete shock and broken pride come over his face as everyone in the room started laughing at his expense…well minus you… you just settled for a smirk of satisfaction instead. Finally regaining his composure, France went back to his normal self, “Well, it would seem zat zees rose is quite charming as it is, but of course~” he shot England a smug look, “She is far more charming zan ze black sheep of Europe any day~ Ohhonhonhonhon~”

This then caught the Brit’s attention as he stopped laughing and turned to the Frenchy, “You BASTARD!!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!!!” And with that he lunged at the chuckling frenchy, getting into a dusty brawl right then and there in the middle of the room. As they fought the American just continued to endlessly laugh and boast about how awesome the “hero” was. You then took notice to a pair of forest green eyes eyeing you from across the table. Not liking the fact of being stared at you tried to ignore the stare. Scotland noticed this and let a smirk once again grace his lips, “Tell me lass…are ye…shy?” The moment he asked this the other three had stopped their bickering and brought their attention to you. You couldn’t help but let the slight shade of pink grace your cheeks as he asked such a question. “U-uhhmm….yeah, sure…is there a problem?” you asked, refusing to bring any more attention or eye contact your way. The Scotsman just chuckled some, “No, just asking was all…Ye seem to be trying to hide it though…so I was wonder’n.”

You glared at the red headed Scotsman before you, a tint of pink lining your cheeks, ‘I already don’t like him…’ you thought to yourself as you continued to glare into his forest green eyes, yet all he did was start laughing as he continued to pry at other noticeable hints into who you were.

At the end of the day, the others had all finally gone home, leaving just you and England by yourselves once again. As you rummaged through your belongings to put away you heard a knock at your door. “Ah-hold on a sec!” you called out as you quickly put away your delicates. Then making your way over to the door you slowly opened it to see England standing there. “Hello…” you said lightly. England nodded and smiled at you, “Hello, love, I was just wondering if you were getting well-adjusted to things?”

You nodded at him, “Yes..it’s fine…um..thank you for asking I suppose…” England’s smile brightened, “Yes of course love, well then…” As he was about to leave you remembered an itching question that had been prying at your skull all day and seriously needed some answers, “A-…Arthur!...” you called out and trailed off catching the Brit’s attention as he turned to look back at you, a look of confusion plastered on his face, “Yes, love?” You narrowed your eyes some, sending a stern gaze directly at the blonde Brit causing him to grow slightly uncomfortable.

“Actually….It’s about what happened to your last bodyguard…I want to know what happened.”

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