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England PoV:
The first time we met, we were both very young, but you were from the bigger land, and I knew you were stronger... you were the only one other than my brothers who had ever tried to speak to me.
You spoke in a strange language that I understood nothing of, and when you realised that... you tried to speak in my tongue. You said you were called France; that I could call you Francis... but I didn't.
You tried to talk to me though I'd keep running off. You said you wanted to be my friend, and then left.
I told my big brother about you. He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me up to look into his blazing emerald eyes. He told me to be very careful; he told me you were my enemy.
I believed him, like I did his every word back then.
We're enemies.
