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【Alley way 🚫18】

Yeaaa, so this was my 1st request
, this is another lemon (srry, I'll do more fluffs & stuff soon, i promise)
Rosieingame2019
For the request, btw-

--no one's pov:

It was a cold evening . In the middle of October , when it rained non - stop ,& when the leaves fell . Making the ground crunch as Britain walked past bare trees , there twisted trunks looming over her , birds chirping quietly to each other . Her short heels clicking softly and her breath calm while she held her coat wrapped close around her body , nuzzling into her scarf as she looked over the tall stone walls .

Soon reaching the grand Iron gate , she entered the cemetery. Looking upon the hundreds of filthy gravestones wedged into the solid ground , cold and damp as the sky clouded even more .

She walked through the hard stone path . Glancing at each name and date as she focused on nothing but the crisp air and the pounding of her own heart .

Britain, also known as Great Britain & UK -was well known for her quiet demeanour , often told to be more outspoken or confrontational. Not once was she ever seen yelling at someone , even in world meetings, even during wars and peace treaties she never once would tell a opponent to fuck off and shove it up their own arse (at least not loudly ), and would only keep her hard stare, often playing a victim card when it's a serious case. She's feared considering her military and mental strength , revered in interrogations and her top-tier navy ..

On this evening , she had taken the tube from her house in London and gone to a graveyard . Fully intending of visiting her father , British Empire . She made sure that at the time of his death, he would be buried near the capital . And given a grand tomb . One with a massive angel on top , hand in hand with the goddess Britanyia . Her lion crouched beneath her, and her spear grasped tightly in her hand . A large plaque at the base of the statue . Reading the Empires full name , date of birth & death. And a reading in Latin. Claiming he will live forever in the kingdom of God , the Empire on which the sun never did , and never will set .

She loved her father dearly , yearning for his, too . And even now , she imagined him hugging her as a small girl when her worst cane and her father would hold her in his arms as she would sob , stroking her hair . And playing with her hands to make her giggle. Though that never did happen . She would dream it did.

'For fucks sake , stop reminiscing '
Britanya thought to herself, feeling her eyes burn slightly at the thought, she quickly wiped her eyes . Drying her hands on her skirt before , hugging her gravestone , watering the surrounding rose bushes and praying for her father in hevean . Giving a quick kiss to the plaque before bidding her father a good night . This was a childish tradition . But UK wanted to be a child with her father so she rlly couldn't be bothered to give a shit what anyone thought at that moment . Yea she loves her dad AND WHAT 🙄🤚.
(lol not me detouring)

She stood there for a few moments . Her body slowly stiffening as the minutes passed . Her breath became slow and deep , her foot clicking as she sat at her fathers grave . She felt odd. As if a strange force was pressing at  her ribs and chest.  Making it hard to breathe or move sharply . She looked around - anxiety arising on her face as she , even if for just half a millisecond.  Could have sworn on her and her deceased fathers souls that she had seen a black silhouette  dissappearing behind a tree.
It's one golden eye staring her down before - after a few moments under Britain's watchful gaze - slowly emerging from behind the tree, only peeking its head out to continue looking the country up and down with half a half lidded eye. It's ahmd trailing down the trunk of the tree and creeping out into Britain's view , still in the shadows as UK could observe the silhouettes tall stature (seemingly at least 7ft so it was most definitely a country) , its bulky physice , with build arms and small waist , but most of all . She noticed the small splatters of blood on its coat , how the drives off the hem . The figures breathe now noticeably heavier as reality dawned on the woman .