🇬🇧 England x Antarctic Ocean (Anni) --
Long ago, during one of England’s “OFF I GO TO EXPLORE SOMETHING BEFORE I LOSE MY SANITY” expeditions, he stumbled across a bizarre, icy-haired girl roaming the frozen waters like a cryptid.
That was Anni—the Antarctic Ocean. Young, unhinged, sparkly-eyed, and immediately deciding he was her favorite toy.
She teased him. Bothered him. Stole his sweaters. Wrapped icicle-cold hands around his neck whenever she wanted attention.
He tried to ignore her. He failed miserably.
🌎 OTHER NATIONS’ REACTIONS WHEN THEY FOUND OUT THEY WERE A “THING”
America (her cousin)
America: “BRO WHAT—YOU’RE DATING MY COUSIN?? MY LITTLE COUSIN?? ENGLAND??” England: “She’s nineteen—stop acting like she’s five!” Anni: swinging her legs “Hi Alfie :)” America: “DON’T SMILE LIKE THAT, YOU GREMLIN—” England: “You sound jealous.” America: “OF YOU?? LITERALLY NEVER.”
He sulked for an hour.
Atlantic & Pacific (her ocean siblings)
Atlantic: “So you’re telling me our baby sister hooked a nation?” Pacific: “England, specifically?? That uptight one??” Anni: “He’s cute 😊” England: blushing “SHE’S LYING— NO SHE’S NOT— I MEAN— OH BLOODY HELL.”
France
France: “Ahhh, so zee little icy one prefers Monsieur Eyebrows. I see, I see…” Anni: “He’s my emotionally constipated Victorian doll :)” England: “STOP CALLING ME THAT—!!”
Russia
Russia: “Does she bite?” England: “Yes.” Anni: “Yes :)” Russia: “…I like her.”
Everyone else
Collective nations watching this pairing like: “…She’s gonna kill him.” “…Or keep him alive out of spite.”
⭐ CURRENT SETTING ⭐
England’s mansion — 4 PM
Arthur sat in his fancy chair, reading with glasses on, looking painfully bookish.
Perfect target.
CRASH— The door flew open so violently the house shook.
England: “ANNNIIIIII—! USE. A. HANDLE.” Anni: proudly “I DID!! It’s just… not attached anymore.” England: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN—”
Before he could stand, she launched herself across the room like a penguin and body-slammed directly into his lap, face-first into his chest.
His book fell. His tea sloshed. He had a heart attack.
England: “ANNI—!! YOU CAN’T JUST— YOU CAN’T—!!” Anni: snuggling in, kicking her feet “Hi daddy.” England: “STOP CALLING ME— THAT—WORD—THAT—”
She wriggled, adjusting herself, laying sideways across him, legs dangling.
He stiffened.
Because she kept squirming. A lot. Dangerously.
Arthur’s breath caught.
England: “A-Anni, love—stop moving—!” Anni: “I’m comfy :D” England: “YOU’RE—YOU’RE—MY LAP ISN’T—OH FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE—”
She wriggled again. He panicked.
Instinctively, his hands shot to her waist, grabbing firmly— Then up, sliding slightly under her shirt to keep her still.
Except she stopped moving… and grinned.
Anni: “Oh? Bold today, aren’t we?” England: turning scarlet “THIS IS TO KEEP YOU FROM WIGGLING, YOU MENACE.” Anni: “Mhm. Suuuure.” England: “IT IS—!!”
She poked his face. He melted instantly.