2Plague - Blurb

Who were you?  Nobody really.

But, through family relations you met Arthur Kirkland.  You are one of his descendants but – get this – he is impossibly old.  Like, really – hundreds of years.  Of course you were fascinated.  Who wouldn’t be?  Especially as he doesn’t look much older than if he’s in his young twenties.

You didn’t tell him that you’re related or that you knew how old he was, he might’ve got the wrong idea, pushed you away.  You befriended him.  You get along well.  Over a period of a few months it felt as though you’d known each other since forever.

Without thinking, one day he let slip that he wasn’t human.  He is, in fact, a nation in human form!  And, no less than Great Britain himself!  Of course, you asked questions.

Being a friend-of-a-friend, you came to know of Francis Bonnefoy, a flirtatious Frenchman, Allistor Kirkland, Arthur’s eldest brother, along with Dylan Kirkland and Seamas McCarthy, his older brothers, Brian McCarthy, his cousin, and Alfred Jones, Matthew Williams and Peter Kirkland, his younger brothers (though you didn't actually meet all of them).

Quite a family.  They are also nations.  It now makes so much more sense why they all have different accents and even surnames.

They were furious with Arthur for letting you find out, but they trust you.  How little you thought it would change your life – a secret, sure – but so much was to change.

Your birth family is gone; it’s why you sought after Arthur in the first place.  But, the friends you left behind never saw you again, and without explanation.  You’re employed by the Kirklands as a sort of secretary.  You assist them with meetings, travel, and day-to-day life.

This is how you met the other nations.

This is how you met Ludwig Beilschmidt.

He’s butch, German, and dreamy.

You quickly became friends, catalysed by mutual opinions for dogs, and other pets, and the differences between a time for work and a time for play – but, his attitude was a strict boundary, with meticulous routines and the proper way to achieve something; however, you decided to overlook this when you discovered his love of good food, cooking, and baking (all of which you tend to bring disaster to when left to your own devices).

The “cherry-on-top” per-say is that he has access to magnificent cars...

But he’s clueless.

Feliciano Vargas, Ludwig’s long-term friend, had somehow managed to unlock Ludwig’s romantic closet – however inexperienced and sometimes inappropriate, but apparently he’s done some further research since then.

You quickly identified your feelings for him as more than a friend.  He never seemed to catch on, so you remained friends.

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Some unexpected things and fairly horrifying stuff later, you found yourself living in one of Alfred’s safe houses.  It’s large, comfortable and somehow in the middle of nowhere.  There were a few nations occupying the four floors with you; including Ludwig.

Being a close friend, you knew of Ludwig’s training routine.  It didn’t take long to form a routine of your own...