I do not own Hetalia.

Little England followed his bunny through the long grass. It wasn't actually running away, they were just playing a game. England sneezed as the grass tickled his nose. In that split second he lost sight of his target. He stood up on his tippy toes to try and see it. As he was looking around, he heard France's voice far away. He was instantly curious but he didn't want France knowing he was around (the older nation would probably tease him about his outfit or hair or something) so he ducked down and crawled in the direction the voice had come from.

England hid behind a tree and looked at France. The older boy was laying on the ground, casually starring up at the sky. His friend Spain was with him, doing the same. Briefly, England wondered why those two were always spending time together. Didn't that guy have anywhere else to be?

A soft fuzzy thing rubbing against his side brought England back from his thoughts. He looked down at his bunny that had just rejoined him and motioned for it to be quite. It was a good thing his fairy friends weren't here. They could never stop chatting.

England turned back and listened to hear what France and Spain were talking about.

"Espagne, what do you want to do when you grow up?" France asked.

"Do we really get to choose? Aren't we just going to be countries?" Spain obviously didn't understand France's logic. England snickered at his stupidity before remembering that he had to be quiet.

"Yes, but we can be other things, too. We have long lives ahead of us so we can be lot of things."

"Oh. I'm not really sure. I just want to be happy."

"Spain, you're always happy."

"Then I want to stay happy." Spain rolled over and rested his weight on his elbows. "What about you? What do you want to do when you get older?"

"I want to fall in love and have a family. "

"That was a quick answer. Have you thought about this before?"

"Oh, a lot. I like to think about it when I'm going to sleep. It's like a bedtime story I tell myself." Then France sat up and faced the way England. The little nation quickly pulled his head back behind the cover of the tree. "Angleterre, I know you're there. Come over here."

England did as he was told and slowly went to join France and Spain. How did France always know when he was there? Did he have some kind of magical powers? Or maybe fairies that England couldn't see that told him? France couldn't see England's friends so it could make sense that England wouldn't be able to see France's.

England sat down next to France. The older boy started to pet his head and he let him only because he was feeling guilty about spying on them. They didn't seem mad but England still knew he shouldn't have done it.

"So, Angleterre, what do you want to be when you get older?" France smiled at him. He would never admit it outside his own thoughts, but England loved that smile. No matter how bad things were, France's smile always made him feel better.

Both of the older boys were looking at him expectantly. He wasn't able to look up at them as he told them what he wanted. "I want to be a big empire. I want to be in control of a lot of other places all over the world and be really strong and powerful."

Spain burst out laughing and France giggled a bit. England turned beet-red. Was it really that impossible for him to become big, just because he was so small right now? Why did they always have to pick on him?

France pulled him into a hug. England liked the feeling, but it also made him feel stupid and girly, so he tried to escape. It didn't work but at least he could say he tried. France spoke to the little boy. "Mon cheri, I know you'll be a big, strong country when you grow up."

"Then why'd you laugh?"

"Because before you came I told Spain that you would say that."