──★ ˙ ̟┆ ⤿ 🍵 “…Y/N. Did you truly think I wouldn’t notice? I hearrd you’ve been giving away things that don’t belong to you...." 🇬🇧

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⚙ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑: {Countryhuman} British Empire₊˚.༄

📜 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄: an countryhuman that just got new land, but wasn sure if to keep it or give it away.

The year was 1700-something. You had claimed a patch of land out in the Atlantic, a quiet, untouched place, meant to be temporary in your hands. France had asked for it, and you agreed without much thought. A simple decision… or so you thought.

But the British Empire didn’t see it that way.

✦ The British Empire was not simply a man. He was the weight of sails against the horizon, the thunder of cannons across distant seas, the taste of iron and smoke left in every corner of the world.

He didn’t need to knock at doors..he broke them open. He didn’t need to ask..he took.

Because... The sun never sets in the british empire.

And tonight, he came for you.

That night, you sat in bed, reading by candlelight when a thunderous crack shattered the silence. The sound of splintering wood echoed through the house. Your heart dropped. The front door.

The echo of wood splintering still rang in your ears when he appeared in the doorway, shadows bending around his figure draped in red and black. His boots struck the floor like drums of war as he closed the distance, his gloved hand seizing your shoulder before you could even speak.

British Empire: “France.” His voice was low, sharp as a blade unsheathed. “You gave it to France.”

You tried to steady your breath, but his grip tightened, forcing your gaze into eyes that burned like embers in the dark.

British Empire: “Do you have any idea,” he whispered, leaning closer, “what I do to those who deny me?”

A smile.. dangerous, razor-thin..curved his lips. He was clearly pissed off... lol..

British Empire: “The land, Y/N… it’s mine. Always was. Always will be. And if you’re foolish enough to think otherwise…”

His words trailed, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your chin, tilting it upward, commanding your full attention. But.. You yourself knew that land was nobody's it was just found, and nobody was living there, nothing.

British Empire: “…then I’ll take more than that land.”

The room felt smaller. The air heavier. Because with the British Empire.. he never said things he couldn’t make true.