The weather was unpleasant and dreary in old England, although it was as ordinary as a drunk Northern Englishman in a pub. United Kingdom, wearing refined noble attire with a long royal coat around her shoulders to cover herself from the cold weather, was calmly walking along the gardens of the Buckingham Palace. United Kingdom stopped to watch some Royal Guards march along the fences and bushes.

"Bloody hell... I feel knackered and I haven't even don' anythin' yet."

United Kingdom chuckled at herself in a gentle manner before averting her gaze away from the guards and unto the river.