Hetalia Britain Novels & Stories

Matteo I gripped the armrest tightly, observing Britney swiftly closing in on Freya, and anxiety began to gnaw at me. A sigh of relief escaped me as my mate skillfully evaded her. However, the relentless onslaught from Britney persisted, effortlessly dodged by Freya. As the skirmish unfolded, my concerns for Freya diminished; she strategically used her intellect, giving me confidence that she aimed to tire out her opponent and strike back when necessary. It seemed she was the type of fighter who valued precision over wasting energy on unnecessary hits.

I smile and felt a bit better. All the handkerchief was collected and placed on the table in front of His Majesty. I saw as his eyes moved from one handkerchief to another,his gaze stopped at a very beautiful and well patterned,he picked it up,he studied it "This will do" he turn to his mother and she nodded "Lady Agatha Danbury come forward" Lady Agatha stood up arrogantly,she's the Prime Minister's daughter,and looks down on everyone She walked gracefully to the center and bow to His Majesty,she smiled at him and winked but his expression never changed.

He speaks English, the Greek god speak English. “I'm really sorry, but I was not checking you out in anyway” I quickly composed myself and internally hit my head on an invisible wall so I’ll die to avoid this embarrassment. “It's written all over your face” I just embarrassed myself. “Im Michael and you are?” He stretched his hand out for a handshake and I quickly took it “I'm Vanessa” I replied “I know you're Vanessa Decruz, fiancee of the great one and only Arab prince, Richard Amaan”

I repeated, confused. The officer nodded. “The Alpha of Britain Silver Pack.” I stared at him, waiting for further explanation but he didn’t speak after. My irritation immediately rose. I turned toward Jude and Benson. “Who the hell is that?” My voice sounded annoyed. “What Britain?” Jude let out a helpless sigh. “Alpha.” His tone carried obvious resignation. “Britain Silver Pack. A major eastern pack. They are comparable to the former Southern Pack we destroyed.” “Oh.” That was all I said.

The sound of something heavy hitting stone drove me to frenzy, and I broke into the throne room with all the energy of a runaway freight train. Brandt stood at the top of the dais, by Carlotta’s throne. His hair was in disarray; sticking up all over the place. Stefanie had been right – his coat – and the rest of him – was spattered with mud, blood and guts. Smelt like it too. He turned to stare at us and released a short bark of laughter. His malachite eyes swirling like a bad acid trip in a neon bar. That was when I noticed his left cheek was dripping blood from a deep gouge.

The old lady, Aelia had a bit of doubt so she asked, "What if Britain attacks Rome? Clearly they are stronger than King Victor's army. " Stephano removed his hands from the window and turned towards Aelia and shook his head, " Britain signed a treaty with King Victor's father and other kings of that time to let them use Mare Nostrum ( present day Mediterranean sea) for trade and bringing slaves from Africa. In return, they promised to never attack Italy. They are not fools to break their promise and strain their relations with Italy because they need Italy's support in future. They will just use Victor and then leave. "

Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors. King Edward Herman, deeply distressed by the ongoing attacks and the plight of his people, summoned all his ministers, nobles, and officers for a meeting to discuss a solution. During this meeting, one minister proposed seeking help from neighboring Country A. Consequently, an agreement was reached for Princess Victoria Herman to marry King Alexander Knight of Country A.