WARNING: UNCONTROLLABLE AMOUNTS OF FLUFF. READ AT OWN PERIL.

There's also some hinted UsxUK in here just saying...

DISCLAIMER: i don't own hetalia, England, America, or any of those characters that may or may not be used in later chapters of the story. I only claim Wales-chan and the scenarios entailed in this here fanfic

let us begin without further ado...

----Part One---

A thin girl, dressed in an over sized blue coat and light blue military uniform, stood panting before her brother's front gate. She took a few minutes to catch her breath before walking up to ring the doorbell.

Ring~

"God, who the hell would be visiting so late at nigh- oh! its you, uh, come in! You'll catch a cold standing out there all night." The tall young man led her into the living room of his large mansion. He wore a deep green bathrobe and slippers, but not much else. For some reason or another, he seemed nervous. "You've grown a lot since the last time I saw you."

She smiled. He hadn't changed at all; blond hair still sticking out all over the place, thick eyebrows curved into a mixture of 'happy to see you' and 'what do I do now?'. The eyebrows were a trait they both shared, though since she'd never met anyone else she thought it was common. However, she soon remembered her purpose an answered in a melancholic tone. "I, I have a problem Brother."

"Oh? Um, what's wrong?" Her brother's bright green eyes were filled with concern, but his voice suggested he was preoccupied at the moment.

"Well, lately I've been feeling very lonely. I mean, I know you haven't had the time to visit me very often over the past few centuries, but I feel so alone not knowing anyone outside the family." She said the last part all in one quick breath after seeing her brother's face crestfallen. "I was wondering if you knew what I could do. Oh, I also wanted to visit you! Is that alright?"

"Of course dearie! That's alright, you can come visit whenever you like. You look cold, would you like some tea?" He swept a lock of unkempt hair away from his eyes. "Ah- as for your problem I suggest you don't bother yourself with the others, they're all insufferable gits." He hurriedly walked into the kitchen. "And don't go upstairs."

So the girl was left alone again in her brother's living room. Out of curiosity, she walked over to a nearby side table and picked up an old photograph. It was her brother, and some little boy she'd never seen. Her brother looked younger, shorter, with a jovial smile spread across his face. She stared fondly her brother, she hadn't seen him in so long. Her attention turned to the boy net to him. The child had thinner eyebrows, and his hair was much cleaner-looking than her brother's. The part in his hair had a weird curl to it, and his bright blue eyes seem to stare at the camera with a vigorous cheerfulness. "Brother has so many friends, I wonder who this is..."

Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from the stairway. "Who's there?" she asked, in a small worried voice. The words were just out of her mouth when a tall, broad shouldered man wearing only boxers stepped into the room. "Hey Iggy, where'd you go off to--" he stopped short when he saw her holding the picture. "Sealand? I'zat you?" He adjusted the glasses propped up on the bridge of his nose. "Why're you here?"

She was stunned. The girl looked from the picture back to the man, and to the picture again. The guy was like a grown up version of the boy in the picture except this man had glasses. At that particular moment, her brother walked out from the kitchen carrying a tray with two cups of tea. "Here, but be careful the tea is ho- eh?!" He saw the other man and his eyes flicked back and forth between him and his sister. "Um..., uh... its not what you think... this is... um..." He set down the tray of tea on the coffee table and sighed. "This is America, he is... staying over... at, my house... tonight..." his voice got real quiet and his face really red.

The girl turned to America,"Nice to meet you sir, my name is Wales. I'm Britannia's younger sibling."

"I'zat so? How cute!" He studied Wales' face for a few moments, "Hey Britannia, your lil' brother looks just like you! It's a little England!" America gave Wales a huge smile. "With better hair of course."

"Hey!" England blushed. "Leave her alone. And that's my sister idiot; why do you even bother with glasses?"

"Really?" America walked over to Wales to get a better look. "I don't see it. She looks too much like you. Maybe if..." he got up and walked over to where he was directly behind her. In one quick movement he had pulled off her big coat and turned her around to see.

"What the hell are you doing?!" yelled England.

"Oh, now I see it. The bulky coat was what really threw me off. Hides all the curves. Nice hips kid." He handed her back the coat and started walking back towards the stairs.

"Ummm, thank you?" Wales wasn't following the conversation at all. She was just glad to have the coat back.

"Well, it was nice meetin' you. Okay Britannia, I'll be upstairs in the room when you're done here 'kay?. See ya Lil' England." With that he winked at Wales and went back upstairs.

"Don't count on it you bloody perv! Ugh... that guy..." England muttered several insults to America under his breath as he passed a cup of tea to Wales. "He can be so annoying at times..."

Wales just shrugged as she took a sip of tea."What did he want you for upstairs?"

England was so taken aback that the almost choked on his tea. He started coughing vigorously and set down his cup. Wales ran over to him worried. "Brother?! Are you Alright?!"

" I *cough* I'm al- *cough* eh, Pay no *cough* *cough* heed to wha- *cough*that blo-*cough* America says little sis- *cough*. He never knows wha- *cough* he's saying..." He kept coughing for a few more minutes before he was able calm down. "Ahem, um, you shouldn't concern yourself with that guy Wales. He was just, um... well..."

"I'm sorry for upsetting you Brother, I should go..."

"No, no you don't have to go! There's still the matter of this loneliness right?"

"But Mr. America is waitin-"

"Let's not talk about that perv right now, hm? So you want to meet all the other countries is that right?"

"Yes, I was thinking that if I knew more people, I'd have more friends and wouldn't feel so lonely... I just want some friends to visit me every now and then... when you can't..."

"Wales I... I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit you, its just that I've been so busy and... but I never forgot about you! I wanted to visit! Its just..." He trailed off at that point, both looking and feeling extremely guilty, as if her loneliness was entirely his fault (which it sort of was).

Then came the idea. "How about this, the next Allies conference is tomorrow; what if I take you with me, hm? You could get to know some people there. Afterwards, I might could take you to visit some of the oth-" he was cut off by Wales running around the table to jump on him, smothering England in an energetic hug.

"Thank you so much Brother!! I could never thank you enough! I promise I wont embarrass you!" she gave him a quick thank you kiss on the cheek. "Have I ever told you how much I positively love you?"

"Hey!" England playfully shrugged her off. "I would have known it more if I'd of visited you more often." His smile disappeared as he looked out the window. "Oh my- its gotten very dark, will you be alright going back by yourself?"

"Don't worry Brother, I'll be alright."

"No, I couldn't possibly let you go out this late, it could be dangerous. You'll have to stay here for the night." He picked up the two cups of tea and the tray. "You can take the room up stairs to left for now, the bathroom is just a few doors down. I'll be right across the hall if you need anything."

"But what about Mr. America?"

England froze for a moment, then hurried his work, blushing. "Um, well, then there's... on second thought... um... just don't need anything."

"Okay... well, goodnight Brother. I can't wait till tomorrow!"

x.X.x

When England came downstairs, he found Wales and America sitting in the dining room eating what appeared to be eggs (that America made might I add). "Good morning Wales, did you get a good night's sleep?" he asked.

"Oh, good morning Brother." Wales looked up at him with a smile. "Are you okay, you look like you didn't get much sleep at all."

England tensed up at that comment. "I'm fine little sister," he turned to look at America. Unfortunately, he caught it and gave England a devilish smile.

"Want some eggs?" America offered, "You came too late for the waffles. Lil' England went and ate 'em all." This elicited a short giggle from Wales.

"Hey." She pulled out a chair for her brother. "Sit, sit." As he sat down, she pushed her plate of eggs over toward him. "Do you want any? You can have mine." Leaning to whisper (in a voice intentionally loud enough for America to hear) she added, "I don't think I have a taste for American food. I like your food much better."

That got a crooked smile from England. "Wow England, someone actually likes your food." America added. After a pause, he turned to Wales and said, "Hm...I'm gettin' an unhappy vibe from your Brother."

"How so?"

"Elementary, dear Watson. You see his position as he sits? Very tensed up, very straight. I think he needs to loosen up a little. I suggest we initiate plan A. Eh, Watson?"

"I concur. Excuse me a moment." Wales got up from the table, slightly pushing the eggs towards England as she did so, and walked back into the kitchen.

"What is 'Plan A'?" asked England.

"You'll see." America leaned back in his chair with a devious smile spreading across his face.

"Well..." England stared down at the eggs on Wales' plate.

"What? They won't kill you."

"I know that! I'm not stu-"

"Sigh, chill out 'kay? It was a joke. Ah, so cute when angry..." He sat upright in his chair, "Oh, looks like Watson has come back with the supplies."

England turned around to see Wales firmly planting in front of him a McDonald's cup filled to the brim with M&M McFlurry. America reached over and began slowly pulling the dessert toward him. "Thank you my dear Watson. I'll be takin' things from here."

Wales playfully slapped his hand away and pushed the shake back toward England. "Not for you! Here Brother. America told me you liked this."

England just stared at her for two minutes before bursting out laughing.

"What? What's so funny? Did I get it wrong?" Wales looked back and for the between England and America (who had by this time also started laughing). "I don't get it."

England (still laughing his head off) turned to America, "You are so full of it."

"What? Come on, tell me!" Wales asked for the umpteenth time.

"I hate that stupid American heart-attack-in-a-cup," England managed to say through laughs, "It's this unbearable git who likes them."

Just as the two were calming down, the look on Wales face was enough to start their laughing fit all over again. In anger, Wales picked up the shake from the table, "Well, you know what," She took a huge sip from the shake... and immediately bolted to the kitchen. When she came back, the cup had been thrown away and she had a disgusted look on her face.

"American food is so nasty."

And with that statement, both America and England were brought to their knees with uncontrollable laughter.