I do not in any way own Hetalia

Margaret is Nyo!France

Victoria is Nyo!England

Margaret sighed, gazing out of her window forlornly as she rested her head on the palm of her hand.

Another would-be hero had attempted to vanquish the ferocious dragon guarding her tower, and had predictably failed. Of course he had - it's not like anyone had succeeded before.

The dragon, after eating the poor fellow, had curled up protectively around the tower and fallen fast asleep. Smoke puffed gently out of their nostrils as they slept, dissipating into the air before reaching halfway up the tower.

Margaret could not help but wonder if dragons dreamed at all. Looking at their peacefully sleeping face, she thought, one would not assume one so gentle-seeming to be a bloodthirsty predator.

"Hello, fair maiden!" a voice shouted, causing Margaret to be jolted out of her reverie. "Fear not, for I have come to rescue you form the fearsome clutches of the terrible dragon!"

Margaret rolled her eyes. How pompous...but still, he had called her a "fair maiden," so she supposed that she could at the very least warn this newest knight of his fate.

"Really, I'm fine, no need to rescue me! I'm not in any danger," she called down. "But you will be, when the dragon wakes up. Flee now, while you still can!"

"Ah, but I have no reason to fear!" the knight said, removing his, no - her helmet to reveal lengthy blonde hair and the beautiful face of a young woman.

Dragons, as everyone knew, carried a dreadful vengeance against all men, but were fairly indifferent to women. Towards those who confirmed not to binary gender they were known to be docile or even friendly, but that's hardly relevant.

Margaret smiled as she watched the knight waltz right past the dragon. The dragon, in turn, lifted their head marginally and blinked owlishly once, twice, three times, letting out a long breath of steaming hot air before shifting slightly to reveal the door to the tower.

The door was, of course, locked, otherwise Margaret would have left ages ago, but the knight changed that with one swift blow from her moments later, Margaret heard her do the same to the door to the uppermost floor of the tower before it slammed open.

The knight stood before her, breathless from her hurried climb. "Hello, Princess Margaret. I am Lady Victoria, and I have come to rescue you."

Margaret threw herself around her neck. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" she said, pressing kisses all over Lady Victoria's face.

The two women left the tower hand in hand and travelled the world, eventually eloping and settling in Victoria's homeland of Britannia, living happily ever after.

I'm...not sorry for the last thing I wrote, but have this as an "apology" anyways. If anybody's interested, I would be willing to expand on this au, go more into detail as to why Madeline was locked in a tower and what they did on their world-trotting adventures and whatnot