Britannia was one of the main kingdoms, ruled by King Britain and Queen France. The grass always seemed greener over there. The air was crisp and warm, the chatter of the town always filled the streets.

The next heir to the throne would be their eldest child, in this case America, A bold and rebellious young man. Always running off somewhere, causing trouble or something of the sort.

It was a pain to deal with the boy, yes indeed, but the kingdom had to begrudgingly accept the fact that he was going to be the next king.

He had all the traits to become king, decently athletic, smart, talented, charming, cunning and much more. If only he would put his heart into it...

His 3 siblings, Canada, Australia and New Zealand cared a lot about their eldest brother. His parents only wanted what was best for him and his future kingdom.

The sound of grass crunching beneath ones feet filled the air.

"Prince? Prince? Do not play around!" A lady in a white and black dress scrambled around the enormous field. The distant sound of chuckling could be heard from the corner of the kingdom.

"There you are! Come now, your father the king is calling for you," she huffed.

A young man perched up on top of the castle wall lazily tilted his head a bit to face the castle maid. He swung around the one foot he dangled on the edge.

"I don't give a fuck on what that old geezer says," a slanted smirk tugged on his face. "Language young man! now come you have important business to do," she put her hands on her waist.

Her dress danced in the wind, the young maid readjusted her head band and tugged a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Pau, can you please just leave me be?" He rested his head on the palm of his hand. (Pau is a city in France)

The prince changed his tone, now it is sorrowful and whiny. He puffed up his cheeks and buried his head in his arm that is rested on his knee. It was a supposed cute act, the prince was quite cute and charming indeed.

Many maidens have fallen head over heels for him and this act alone would send the girls screaming. Pau's heartstrings tugged, "prince, even if you do that you still have to go, now come before the guards come personally to drag you inside."

"Are you doubting my skills to fight them off?" His tone changed again to a seemingly boisterous demeanor. It seemed like he wanted a challenge.

"Of course not prince, I know you'd be able to beat them but you know what will happen if your father finds out you've beaten up his guards." Pau let out a deep sigh, her wavy long hair flowing in the wind.

The prince here seems to have a lot of mood swings which affect his personality, well that isn't quite true. The truth is that all his seemingly different personalities all make up who he is. A rebellious and brave young man who is cunning but yet charming and cute.

That's prince America's personality in a nutshell.

"Fine," he groaned in annoyance. America took a big leap and landed perfectly on the dirt path where he immediately started walking. Pau hurriedly caught up the the prince.

"What does the old geezer want from me this time?" He readjusts the badge on the side of his outfit.

The young prince was wearing a white prince outfit with a red cloth swung on his shoulder, his outfit had golden buttons made out of the finest silk, also black and golden pads on his shoulders. His pants were also fully red. (Outfit reference at the end of the chapter)

America ran his hand through his hair, messing it up a little. "Now your hair is all messy! Bend down and let me fix it now!" The shorter female ordered him with a sassy tone.

She pointed at the ground with a frustrated look on her face. America obediently crouched down as she fixed up his hair.

"Why is father calling me this time?" He repeats his last statement but using better wording. "I don't know, I'm pretty sure he wants you to meet someone."

The boy let out a loud annoyed groan, "I swear if it's another princess he's trying to set me up with I will flip!" He rolled his eyes.

The maid continued to fix his hair as she hummed a tune. "Well if it is please don't be so upright and rude to her, even if you're not interested they might even be a good friend."

"I don't get it, I've just never been super interested in the girls father brings around for me to meet."

"You'll find the right one someday I'm sure of it, besides who could resist such a handsome face as yours?" Pau skipped further from the prince, her back facing him. Only turning her head backwards to face him with her hands behind her back with a smile on her face.

America stood up straight again as they neared the large castle of Britannia. The tall majestic castle overshadowed the two.

"Prince America," two guards next to the back entrance immediately bowed when they saw the American country. "Quit the formalities, where's the old man?" He playfully punched one of the two guards on the shoulder.

"He should be in the throne room with the guest," they replied and stood up straight. "Hm, alright thanks Carlton, see ya Pau," America did the salute hand sign before twirling around with his back facing them. (Carlton is a city/town in United Kingdom)

"He's going to be a great king one day," Pau smiled at Carlton, "you think so? He's a free spirit alright, but that can be a good and bad thing at the same time." The other guard, Edinburg leaned on a large marble pillar behind him. (Edinburg is a city/town in United Kingdom)

Edinburg cocked his head, "Well I heard the guest is a boy this time, the same age as the prince is."

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America walked through the empty hallway, large frames were nailed on the wall. A lot were America's ancestors and family photos, nothing too interesting.

His feet trudged on the red carpet, eventually reaching the throne room. There were in total of 6 thrones, one for each member of the family. His throne was the biggest out of all, excluding his parents of course.

There on the largest throne was his dad, in front of his dad, there was a boy around America's age formally kneeling in front of his father. (Like how guards kneel at their rulers)

One leg rested fully on the floor while the other was bended with his arm rested on it and he was looking down.

His uniform was not one that the American had seen before, it was black with stripes of red on the collar. With a large white belt and golden buttons. (Outfit reference at the end of the chapter)

The most eye catching thing about the boy was the hat he wore. America had never seen anything like it but yet he felt a sense of familiarity with it.

He walked up to his father while still carefully analyzing the boy. America could not see his face clearly for he was looking downwards.

"America, what took you so long?" His father chimed with disappointment. "Who's this?" He replied trying to avoid his father's question.

"That is what I called you here for..."

Britain cleared his throat and continued, "he will be a new royal guard starting tomorrow, but he also has the role of looking after you."

The prince stood there dumbfounded, "you think I can't take care of myself?" He over exaggerated his tone to seem like he was offended.

"Well, I think it's the best choice of action, it doesn't matter whether you can take care of yourself or not. I've been hearing a lot of news about criminals all around town-"

"So you're scared I'll get hurt?" America crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Specifically, those are the two reasons I have, now I want you to show him to the headquarters where he'll be staying with the other guards," his father instructed.

The prince wasn't really quite fond of the idea he'll be "watched over".

"Fine, whatever, but aren't you gonna tell me his name? Like you usually do with the other guards," he sighed.

"That's for you to find out on your own, you are dismissed."

America could only roll his eyes in protest, he walked in front of the boy. The new royal guard stood up, towering over the American.

America was a little shocked, he didn't quite expect the guard to be this tall.

Other than that America noticed that he was pretty good looking, he seemed like a person who would be very good at physical things judging from his body.

But what entranced him the most was his amber red eyes. It took him awhile to notice he was staring weirdly at the guard.

America cleared his throat, "come with me I guess," he was still pretty salty about it.

The guard obediently followed as they walked out of the throne room and to the path in the courtyard.

The warm rays were partly blocked by the roof on top of them while still being able to see the courtyard.

'Should I ask for his name? He's oddly quiet,' the American ran his hand through his hair while thinking carefully to himself.

Fuck it

"Soooo whats your name?" He whipped his head behind him so he could talk to the guard face to face. America plastered a wide smile on his face waiting for an answer.

When he got none he stopped in his tracks, the guard did too. "Are you deaf or something? Should I write down my question?" He said in a serious but yet joking tone.

Still no response.

'He has a weird hat, usually people don't wear hats everywhere, so it's probably important to him' the american deduced in his head. Which gave him an idea.

He jumped up and snatched the hat from his head, the guard flinched. "Your highness please give me back my hat," he maintained a neutral face but America knew how he actually felt.

"Oh so you can speak!"

"Well if you want the hat back, catch me if you can!" He continued, then proceeding to bolt to the courtyard. Of course the guard ran after him.

The American slid over the table very quickly, the guard did the same. Then the prince noticed the small opening at the bottom part of the hedge. He slid through it as smooth as butter.

America then slowed down a little, pretty confident that the new royal guard would be able to get through but then the guard jumped over the hedges with ease.

Then they both ran until they reached another sidewalk next to a building, the sidewalk's roof was help up by marble pillars.

America ran towards there and was eventually stuck. Behind him was a table and in front of him and closing in was the guard. He backed away as much as he could but his back was pressed against the table.

The guard slammed both hands on the table, trapping the prince in between. "Pfft-" America burst into laughter while still quite out of breath, "that was entertaining, you're the first one to catch me this fast."

"May I please have my hat back now?" He repeated, the prince only now noticed his oddly unfamiliar accent yet it was very entrancing.

"Sure here, can I have your name now?" America handed the hat back to its owner. He then put the hat back on his head and backed away from the prince. "Are you uncomfortable with your hair? It looks okay, wait actually, it's really nice."

The guard shook his head. "Oh come on you know my name, can I have yours?" America did puppy dog eyes. "Russian Federation, or Russia for short," he said sternly.

"Well, Russia, I'm still wondering why you wouldn't talk before."

"You didn't give me permission to," he said simply with a neutral expression. "What a joke, you don't need my permission to talk, it's called free will." The prince chuckled.

"But the king said-"

"Who cares what that old geezer says? You're MY guard now aren't you?" America had a dorky smile plastered on his face. "I don't really like talking either," Russia nonchalantly added.

"Well you better get used to talking, after all you are supposed to look after ME right?" America craned his neck closer to the guard. "The headquarters are right here, at least now I've already assessed your abilities, I accept you as a new royal guard."

Russia glanced over to the door next to the table, "thank you your highness," the Russian bowed. "No need for formalities,"

"Call me America."

"Are you Su-"

"Of course I am," America cut him off, they both stared into each other's eyes. America quickly turned his head and averted his gaze. "See you tomorrow, Russia."

The prince looked back at him with a warm smile. Then he waved the Russian off before walking off.

After America was out of view he started smiling like a total dork, "he's interesting," was all he could say.
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The Russian stared at the door for a second, 'such a reckless and rebellious prince indeed,' he internally sighed. 'I'm gonna be stuck with him for awhile, I'll make it work.' He thought to himself quite determined.

Little did both of them know what future holds for the two boys.

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(A/N) : Here are the references for my boys

Thanks for reading the first chapter of my book I hope y'all stick around for more.

More drawings probably coming soon.

Notes : 1 Spell check