Francis clung to the bow of the ship as it floated across the vibrant blue sea. It was  only small distance from the shore of the new land. He was accompanying his monarch to meet the king of England but he himself had ulterior motives. The boat was grounded and tied up as the young nation followed his ruler onto the sandy beach crossing it to reach the bright green grass and picturesque landscapes.

The hall was fairly grand but not as sophisticated as the beautiful halls back home. Next to the glittering throne was a young boy with disheveled blond hair and clinquant green eyes. they shone with a sort of purity and innocence but un-rivaled wisdom.

As the adults continued the tedious conversations on wisdom, Francis took the hand of the younger nation and led him clumsily through the hall to the woods out back. After he found a space to settle he felt a gentle tug on his shirt.

"who r'e you meesta"

his language was slurred and panicked. His face red with worry. France realised his mistake before chuckling lightly.

"Bonjour mon petit lapin , my name is Francis Bonnefoy from the great empire of Gaul."

His tilted head jerked up with embarressment (reconising who he was) before awkwardly introducing himself.

"Ohh uhh... hi my name is arthur "

Surely this boy will need some work.