~My first chapter for my new account~

~I hope you enjoy it~

~and~

~constructive criticism is always welcome~

~Flames will be used to cook Alfred's hamburgers~

~Enjoy~

England stormed down the elegant corridors, passed courtiers and advisors alike many of whom turned to look at the angry Nation.

He burst into the Queen's chamber and the doors were closed behind him.

There she was, if he didn't know better he could have sworn she hadn't moved from that portrait.

The portrait of that bastard Spain's King.

She barely moved her head to see who it was that had just burst into her chambers unannounced. She didn't need to look to see who it was, only Arthur, the personification of her Nation, could be so impolite and get away with it.

Arthur was breathing heavily and his heart was filled with the anger of his people, but he remembered that he was dealing with his Queen and he gave a low bow.

"Your Majesty" He said courteously.

The Queen did turn then. She looked down at him with a proud yet caring expression.

"Just like her mother" Arthur thought.

"Arthur, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" She asked him in gracious tones, as if he was a simple courtier and not her own Nation.

Arthur straightened up and looked the proud Queen directly in the eye.

"I was simply worrying that if you spent any more time in front of that…portrait, you would waste away" He replied in the silky, riddle-like tone of a well practised courtier.

Her gaze flickers to the portrait and her smile softens.

Arthur feels the anger rise up again.

"If I could, I would spend all day looking at his handsome face." She said softly in a lovestruck voice.

Arthur snorted with derision and she turned her gaze back to him, her expression questioning.

"Does he not please you?" She asked, as if she couldn't even fathom the idea that someone wouldn't like her beloved.

"He is Spanish" Arthur snapped, more forcefully than he would have liked, as if those three words explained everything.

The Queen's expression turned haughty and she drew herself up to her full height, looking down on him though he was at least a head taller.

"My own Mother, Queen of England herself, was Spanish. And you would do well to remember it." She said coldly.

"Yes," Arthur began, his own voice just as cold. "And look where it got her."

Her expression was scandalized.

"My Mother was beloved of the people and beloved of my Father until that Boleyn whore, may she burn in hell, came along!" The Queen snapped back, her face flushing red with anger.

"Maybe she was but this King is not beloved of anyone!" Arthur's voice began to rise, his people's anger roaring in his heart.

"I love him!" She shrieked desperately, as if her love would fix everything.

"Your people do not. They will not bow to a Spanish King. I will not bow to a Spanish King!" Arthur growled, knowing full well his words could be counted as treasonous.

The Queen flinched but her angry frown remained.

"You are against me?" She asked.

"Every man, woman and child in England is against this marriage. It is foolish, it is not, as you claim, 'good for the country' but a simple deal of the fairytale of love and lust that would be more like to benefit some country maid who wants to be tumbled into the haystack by any poor bastard she can pick up!" Arthur spat in terrible anger. She flinched again and a glaze of fear passed over her face before she looked outraged at his uncouth, dirty words.

"You will burn if you ever dare to even think those words, do you hear me? England will burn!" She shrieked at him.

Arthur stared at her, his expression colder than the ice that had covered the Thames at the beginning of the year.

"Burn me? Burn your own country?"

"Yes! I will burn anyone who does not bow to the true faith and to the King of England." She answered harshly.

Arthur stared at her. She would destroy her own country for the sake of that Spanish King? Murder innocent people because they didn't believe as she did?

She wouldn't.

"Very well your Highness, I shall leave you. But know this, England will not tolerate a foreign King." He said, turning on his heel and stalking from the room.

Leaving her to realise that his words had two meanings.