@chivalour
England didn’t even notice he’d deviated from his intended course towards a familiar bookstore until the sound of an instrument hit his ears; it took him another moment’s pause to realise he had unconsciously approached a particular music shop, and was currently staring at a man sitting in front of it, guitar in hand. His head was turned away; even without a view of his face, however, there was something altogether mesmerising about the figure that drew the full attention of the Nation, even if he had no real idea what that something would be. It wasn’t the music, England knew - the tune was only vaguely familiar, nothing that would’ve given him pause on its own - but he could see nothing else so significantly noteworthy about the scene that would be a reason for this sudden captivation.
Then the song came to an end, and the other raised his head.
Oh. That certainly explained the feeling. He’d only caught a few far-off glimpses of the man in his lifetime - mostly amidst the chaos of the humans’ battlefield, at that - but his resemblance to the paintings was unmistakeable. Could he be one of the resurrected ones in this city too, then? The thought didn’t elicit as much alarm or horror as he expected; it seemed the fact that this was one of his kings, and that he had neither known the man personally nor witnessed his death, seemed to help matters. Resurrected or otherwise, it would be a chance for the Nation to meet one of his great historical heroes.
A few steps was all it took before the Nation stood at the king’s side, but once there, England felt apprehension well up within him. While contact with his monarchs were much less frequent when he was physically a child, and King Richard I was hardly the only one he’d never gotten to properly meet in life, in modern times introductions to his leaders were standard protocol, and the number of government officials who could verify his claims rendered any skepticism practically a non-issue. Without that support, he would likely have to work much harder to prove his identity; with little in the way of concrete evidence, he could only hope that his king may have at least heard a bit about the existence of Nations, or was extremely open-minded. “...Your Majesty,” he began, bending his head in a reverent bow, even as he could feel his heartbeat quicken from both the anticipation and the physical proximity to one of his monarchs.