Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Disney's Pocahontas.

Chapter 1: England's Sickness

England was in another world meeting. It was a few days until that dreadful holiday America called his birthday. America couldn't shut up about it during his time to speak, they were...

Where was the meeting held again? He nudged France who was next to him. "France where are we?" France who was gazing at Italy, the dirty pervert had sort of a not so secret crush on the idiotic Italian, blinked shifting his gaze to him. He removed his hand from his chin, rolling his eyes. "Really Angleterre he was in your commonwealth longer that he was in mine, you should remember him more than I do. But alas I will give you a pass for a certain holiday is approaching."

Everyone knew about England's sickness around America's Independence Day except for the idiot himself.

"On with it frog!" England growled, really was it that hard to give him a simple one word answer? "Ontario, Canada you former delinquent. Now leave me to my musings." France waved him off, to continue admiring the sleeping beauty that was Italy.

England was not ashamed to admit to himself that Italy was attractive, many women of course thought the same. It was quite sad that the Italian who was not a homosexual in the slightest had so many gay admirers. There was Germany whom he was close to in friendship, France and even Prussia the ex-nation whom held a candle for him. Spain longed for Italy long ago to complete his colonized Italian set and sometimes reminisced on what could have been.

England shook his head, feeling immediately dizzy afterwards. Now was not the time to think about colonies. America's loud declaration already brought on a stomach ache, he didn't want to make it worse.

"And dudes that is why we should have a giant hero end starvation. And don't forget my awesome par-tay in three days. Feel free to give me gifts all week long! God bless America!" America screamed into the microphone at the end of his presentation.

England felt a burning in his chest, he tried to hold in the cough, he didn't need any attention on himself. But he couldn't hold it in, hacking and coughing loud enough for the rest of the world to hear. "Yo, old man you hacking up a lung over there?" America smirked, not really able to take seriousness at face value.

"England would you like to go home early?" Germany said to him, he knew what was happening. "Or perhaps you would like some tea?" Japan cut in. "I have a lozenge!" Finland cut in. "I could send you my blessings!" Spain said, They were useless as Romano warned all of them during his pasta shortage.

"Dude, Britain just go home so you can get better for my par-tay. We don't need your icky germs infecting the hero now do we?" England glared at America, he'd managed to make it about himself yet again. "I'm sorry everyone, I'll go. I'll be well next week."

"Wait! Britain! You'll come right? You'll have less germs then, this time?" England looked back at him, he was already at the door.

It'd been 150 years since he'd had the sickness; he stopped coming to America's Independence Day parties and gatherings after 1976. He'd stopped giving him gifts then too. After 50 years America noticed? He'd noticed he stopped coming?

"No I won't. I never had fun at your stupid parties anyway." He said, blood fell from his lips. He wiped it away quickly. He could see the sadness in America's eyes, but it was gone as fast as it came. "More cake for me! Go on and read your boring books old man." He stuck his tongue out at him.

England straightened up and proudly walked out of the meeting room. Once outside he frowned. Oh his pride be the end of him. He could have agreed, went to the party miserable to appease the youth. He wanted him there, to put behind their squabbles for one night, for England to say "I'm proud of what you've become."

He knew that's what America wanted to hear after his 200th year, but England could not fulfill his wishes. He was not proud, he was still bitter and angry. He tried to put up a front to generally be happy for him, but America started his ruin. Times have changed but England has the mindset of his Old World power ways. He was jealous that America was the sole world power and his own empire was a thing of the past.

England fumed in the Uber he'd called, C-Columbia? Cuba?Canadia? No, Canada hopped onto the Uber franchise with its success in America. England was pretty sure the poor young woman who was driving him to his hotel thought he was going to burst a vessel. She said something but he didn't catch it all.

"What?" He snapped. She squeaked in fear. "E-eh I asked did you want t-to take a detour." "Why would I want to do that?" He questioned, his voice raising, sounding a bit more commanding and forceful than he intended. "T-there's a-a t-train sir." She trembled, gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. England cleared his throat. "Yes if you would be so kind." He could see the woman visibly relax. When she pulled up to his hotel, he would give her a $20 tip, his anger was unwarranted. He looked at her with an apologetic smile, making sure she met his green eyes: arguably his best feature. He'd kissed her hand slipping the twenty into it. T-thank you." She said, blush dusted her cheeks. She pushed up her round glasses and tore her eyes away before driving off.

England smirked, if he really wanted to he could have courted that woman. But he wasn't a pervert, like a certain French frog.

He turned on the telly, seeing announcements for Canada day. He'd book a flight back to London for tomorrow and spend his week shutting out anything that had to do with Independence Day like he's done in the past. Which usually meant an all day Dr. Who binge fest on Independence Day huddled up in blankets.

His body knew when the day was automatically and he'd wake up feeling like he'd been hit by a truck, a 10 ton American pick up truck with a Texas USA license plate painted with Stars and Stripes, playing The Star Spangled Banner from its speakers.

That one specifically.

A/N: This story takes place in the not so distant future of 2026 because I thought America being 250 is less awkward than 243. The future isn't much different from the present and isn't really important to the plot.

Inspiration taken from Once Upon a Disney-Talia by Nyapoop14 and the time traveling pocket watch from New Horizons by Shatterdoll

I'd recommend giving both of them a read because they're good stories

Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading! Criticism welcome.