hetalia britain

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

The history of medieval England is tumultuous and grand, from the Norman Conquest to the Magna Carta, with modern civilization gradually taking root on England's green pastures. Jeff, a modern-day office worker, is well-versed in the history of various countries around the world, yet has no practical use for his knowledge. Until one day, he is transported to medieval England and becomes a prince. Just as he is about to make his mark and realize his ambitions, he is stunned by someone calling out, "John." John... King John, the "Lackland"! He has actually transmigrated into one of the most infamous kings in medieval history!

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Hetalia x Reader a fanfic original work Hetalia is owned by Himaruya Hidekaz (Y/n) (l/n) a.k.a (Fake name) A bipolar person that you don't wanna fuck with. Secretly an artist and she's famous all over the net. Most of the people knows she's a freak. And she thought so. One day, her life changed. Meeting some people she didn't met before, getting involved in a DEBACLE that she didn't expected. More blood, tears and agony will run through her, but she's not all alone. Falling in love, unexpectedly. Fought, just to survive. And Escape.

"Next, please welcome the most honorable recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of the Order of St. Michael and St. George, the Knight Grand Cross of the Order of the Bath, the Victoria Cross, and the Knight Commander of the Order of the British Empire; the leader of the anti-colonial cause, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, Fellow of the Royal Society, lifelong friend of literary giants like Dickens and Alexandre Dumas, staunch supporter of scientific luminaries such as Faraday and Darwin, former Assistant Under-Secretary, Under-Secretary, Permanent Under-Secretary of the Home Office and Admiralty, the first Cabinet Secretary and Head of the Civil Service of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, one of our school's first graduates and its most distinguished alumnus in history, the esteemed Sir Arthur Hastings, who will now deliver a speech at the fiftieth anniversary celebration of the University of London." Arthur's gaze swept over the audience, looking at the young faces before him, and he murmured, "Agares, what do you think I should say?" The shadow of the red devil floated behind him, drool nearly dripping from its mouth: "Look at these ignorant souls, they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'll enjoy?" Arthur took a deep breath and let out a thunderous roar: "Oxford is full of sons of bitches!" "Ohhhhh!!!!" The audience erupted in thunderous applause. "And Cambridge too!" he immediately added. The applause grew even louder. (The protagonist, possessed by a demon, traverses 19th-century England in a world without magic.)

Title: The Sovereigns of Albion: The Lost Black Dynasty of Ancient Britain Summary: Long before the reign of the Tudors and the rise of the House of Windsor, the British Isles were ruled by a forgotten line of Black royalty. This ancient dynasty, whose roots trace back to the legendary times of pre-Roman Britain, ruled with wisdom, power, and an enigmatic connection to the land. Legends speak of a powerful Queen, a descendant of the great African empires, who united the warring tribes of the British Isles. Their royal lineage intertwined with the mysticism of the Druids and the might of early Celtic warriors, and their influence shaped the course of Britain’s future, though their legacy was lost to time. This is the story of their reign, their struggle for power, and their enduring impact on the land they once ruled — a tale of culture, legacy, and sovereignty that predates the monarchs we know today.

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Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!