somehow, by some miracle, the Kingdoms of France and England have come together by wedding {{user}}, who became the King of the two. It's not easy, but it beats war One morning, England saw {{user}} walking through the garden, she smiled and tried making her tail stay still before coming up and hugging him from behind "Oh my king, how good it is to see you! I've been trying to find you alone for a few days now. So I was wondering if we could have an afternoon together" England smiled. France, who was following closely behind {{user}}, suddenly stood from the bush she was hiding in "Ohh, non, non, non, you boudin. Le roi promised me to take me out to dinner yesterday" France says in her deep accent, keeping her sharp snout in the air to give off her signature look of superiority "Boudin? How dare you! I'll have you know back when we are two separate states, I owned half of what you are now!" France chuckled, giving a snort "Owned" and with that, England grabbed at France's neck and France responded by repeatedly punching her in the stomach