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Warnings: This FanFiction contains Male Pregnancy and Genderbending, if these things offend or make you uncomfortable find something else to read that you actually want to.

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A Good Night- 3 Weeks Since

It was a rather cloudy day in November, there was a good chance it would probably be rain in a few hours. A rather fitting climate for Arthur, alone in the sitting room drinking tea trying to relax in some manner. Characteristically he was tense, but lately he was even more on edge then usual and the cup of tea did not help him. Rather he had been staring dispassionately at it for quite a few minutes, waiting.

However this time he was sure he had good reason, the past three weeks being as turbulent as they were, he had very good reason. There was a lot of stress and did he ever feel it in his lower back, his body was old and while looking young he occasionally felt the years. The woes of being confined to a body about 6,000 years old.

An old Grandfather clock struck Noon bringing the embodiment of England back from his trance. He set the cup down on the coffee table in front of him and quietly sped his way into a darkened hallway. Just outside was the pattering of the first few raindrops of a storm. He paused though when he reached the last room in the hallway. As his hand ghosted over the knob he found his heart beating faster, but he clenched the the knob and turned it. Softly he opened the door listening and looking for anything, any disturbance any figure any sign. But as he held it all the way open and and stepped inside it was clear it was just how he left the room.

Even as he looked behind the door or in the closet nothing betrayed any signs of life. His heart slowed but disappointment filled him. He turned to look at the bed in the middle of the guestroom , at the head of it was a small wooden box. It was a simple little box with simple little carvings, he had once stored various magical artifacts but now it held something…...else.

He jumped a bit when a soft mewl came behind him, turning revealed a chubby little Scotland fold meandering towards him. Crumpet the 78th was a gift from his Northern brother, she was a friendly little thing and had started to bump into his legs. He stared at her for a beat before picking her up in his arms and gave her a half hearted scratch at her ears.

With one last look he left the room as quiet as he came in, not wanting to disturb a thing just in case. He softly closed the door hoping the next time he opened it things would be different, any day now, he just had to be patient.

It was all his fault, this never would have happened if it wasn't for his stupidity. Arthur wouldn't have asked him to come if he had just known what this would have lead to. If he could have just gotten over his foolish pride and have been a bit tolerant he could have avoided everything. But that just wasn't him, even when it cost him more than he could afford.

The summer had just began, he had been traveling with Mint in the land of the fair folk when he just so happen to have insulted an elf. The unfortunate thing had come offer some sort of Magical gift, but seeing his piss poor craftsmanship Arthur turned it down criticizing the poor skill that went into it. Well the Elf hadn't taken to kindly to that and vowed to get revenge. To which the Nation brushed him off.

What a horrible mistake did that turn out to be, as for the rest of the summer the bastard Elf continued to meddle in his life. At first they started out as bothersome problems, such as his objects being enchanted or important things would go missing. All things England could ignore, but soon when those had a lack of effect his escapades turned more aggressive. Suddenly there were spells that aimed to hurt him and his property, he even set a charm to harm his poor Crumpet.

But Arthur refused to apologize, he was a Nation why should he, with the help of Mint and others whom he was friendly he too went on the offence. Rather quickly their escapades increased spectacularly till summer waned and fall began. It was then that Arthur sought to end this once and for all, and he had just the plan to do so.

Every Halloween his former Colony America would be able to See and every year he wasted countless opportunities to scare the idjit. But not this time, as much as he hated to admit it, Alfred was a strong country that as an ally could help England deal with this fae problem.

And so it was that he convinced an unwilling Alfred to come to England for the holiday on the promise of and heroism. It wasn't a lie either, but Arthur knew it probably wasn't something the boy would be prepared for. Still he took him off that night into a forest that would lead to the mirror land of Magical beings. He now regretted how sure he was that there would be no failings, forgetting perhaps that the Nation was not always the bravest when it came to monsters or creepy things on Halloween.

He had been shocked and devastated when the worse came to be, he hadn't even been prepared. Make no mistake the younger blond didn't flee, he stood his own beside Arthur scared as he was, but there wasn't anything he could do against magic thrown his way. An when you start to burn in an unquenchable flame there naught you can do.

England had hoped, desperately that he would miraculously spawn from the ashes, recover as any Countries physical body did. But it seemed there had be a limit, seemed rather cruel now, that even a Country as strong as America could not come back after being burnt to the grown, reduced utterly to ash. With fair folk blood dripping from his hands Arthur had done his best to collect everything and store it away in his wooden box. He had been so numb at that point, his heart had been beating so hard, here he had lead the World Power to his death. But most importantly he was the cause of his friend's, his…..little Colony's death.

Three weeks since and he was still stunned, still waiting for something to happen. Because there was no way this could have happened. There was no way that the obnoxious, stubborn…. Naive….. young country could just disappear. No he couldn't be, countries like him shouldn't go like this.

He shuffled out from the hallway cat still in his arms, a bad metallic taste filled his mouth. He probably shouldn't be chewing at his lip so hard, a cup of tea would be good to get rid of the fowl taste in his mouth and provide a bit of distraction in the meantime.

He stroked Crumpet softly as he watched his cup rotate in the microwave warming his water. He already had a blend picked out, one of his favorites that was supposed to calm one down, not that it always worked on him but right now he needed something.

When he had given the news to his parliament as well as United States Embassy he couldn't blame them for doubting him. His story was bullocks, obviously he couldn't use magic as that would insure him a pleasant trip to the looney bin (naton or not). It was almost unheard of for the embodiment of a Country to die and the Nation to remain in good health. There were occasions where the opposite occurred or individuals choose to give up their status, but never this.

Since he couldn't tell the truth what they were left with was some horrible excuse of America helping him out with the gas fireplace in his home when some disaster put the younger country a blaze. The only reason it stood was because while they couldn't prove it true they couldn't prove him false either. And so now he had to deal with the US Government working against him and waiting for him to slip up. It didn't help that he had been refusing to give them the remains till the boy's burial, he just needed more time.

The microwave dinged and he pulled the cup out and inspecting it. The water could have been warmer but he didn't feel like sending it through again. He grabbed the tea bag and inserted it in. Watching as the blend colored the water slowly. Crumpet nuzzled his face and for once was very appreciative of his affectionate cat.

Lately he had been greeted with a wide variety of faces. Some he knew well looked at him with pity and grief. However other would look at him in pain and anger, glaring at him and waiting for him to make a slip and reveal his intentions. However it was the ones that smiled at him that made him feel the worse. He never meant to lead Alfred to his death. Sure he might be the first to criticize the younger country or point out the faults in his foolish scheme, but the boy was dear to him. Why even after the revolution they had managed to get along okay especially since the World Wars.

As days marched on he found himself missing that stupid laugh. Yes the boy could be overwhelming, blind when it comes to matters such as reading the atmosphere and even annoying but at least he was always trying. His plans were idiotic at best but he always had something, always looking forward which was a lot more than he could say about some other countries. All those years ago when he raised Alfred, he couldn't say that it didn't have an impact on him and that he had no affection for the boy, because he did. And even to this day he took note that his former Colony, whether he admitted to it or not, took a lot from him. Despite being a superpower now, would in private ask for help or advice because they were still friends… still family.

He didn't quite care when Crumpet leapt out of his arms, didn't care when after a few minutes his untouched tea had begun cool. It didn't matter to him when he felt his cheeks become wet with tears, why should he when nothing could go his way.

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Well at least he went out in a heroic way, helping Artie with these creepy evil elf things on Halloween to boot. It was action packed, full of cool magic things that he didn't quite understand and a happy ending.

England had needed his heroic help that night, and since the old man usually never asks, who was Alfred to turn him down. Apparently he needed to take down some of Artie's imaginary friends that America just so happened to see. Crazy? Yes! Worth it? Maybe. Because it just so happened that it was his last hoorah, and he was dead n'all.

Or at least he thought this was death, it had to be right? Fire, pain and white light and then flash, everything fades and goes dark. And suddenly here he was, in a world that empty of all things but darkness and warmth. A floaty sort of world that almost reminded him of space without the stars or planets. Then was hard to describe as he had now eyes to really see, no ears to hear and no fingers to feel. In fact he didn't even have any lungs to breath air, mouth speak or even a body to move. So really who knows what world this was. For all he knew it could be death, that instead of going to some golden heaven or some fiery hell he somehow got stuck here. There was a word for this place, he couldn't quite put his non-existent tongue on it. A place in between all worlds, a place the hero just didn't know how to escape from.