There England ended up again for yet another Independence Day party. In other words, America's birthday party.

In truth, the parties brought back memories England wanted so desperately to forget. But despite his depression and discomfort at the parties, it would be incredibly rude to blow off the American's "special day". It wasn't of a gentleman to be so selfish.

The blond Brit brought his leg up over the other and rested one of his arms on the arm of the chair he was sitting on, and put the other on top of his leg. His emerald eyes settled on America as the other male watched Japan put candles that were shaped into the numbers 2, 3, and 8 on the cake and lit them with a match. "Uno, due, tre~" Italy counted in his native language, preparing everyone to sing Happy Birthday.

Although England was watching the entire scene, he was confused to what was going on when he heard the sound of rhythmic voices. He raised his head slightly and looked around in confusion. When a the Brit settled his eyes on America and the others once again he calmed down and sighed. 'Oh... It was just them singing.'

England caught up to what verse they were all on and sang quietly, letting everyone else's voices block out his own. While he sang, England kept thinking about what always wondered in his mind on July fourth. That unforgettable day that his former little brother became a nation. The Englishman's thoughts lingered after everyone finished singing and began cutting the cake.

'Damn...if I could restart it all...' England thought. In truth, England loved America in more ways than one, despite his constant hate acts shown towards the blonde. Maybe it was a way to show his affection? No. It was just that America was a complete twit. But still, that didn't mean England hated him. He didn't hate him at all. He just hated how oblivious he could be. Hell, he liked that too. How pathetic of him. Even if he didn't want to love the American, he wouldn't be able to do something about it.

It hurt like hell knowing he didn't feel the same way. Or even feel anything for him as brothers anymore. 'But what happened is in the past. There's nothing I can do.' England told himself, sighing sadly. England's eyes then widened at the idea that popped into his mind. 'Or...is there something I can do?' The Brit was surprised he had not thought of this earlier.

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England waited until after the celebration to carry out his plan. He eagerly ran back to his hotel room.

Once in the privacy of his room, England closed the curtains and opened his suitcase to retrieve his "Book Of Spells". The Brit flipped through the pages until he came to a page with the spell he was searching for. He had never used this spell, he found no need for it. Luckily, England studied all the spells in the book if not performed them. So he knew most of the effects. Despite that fact, England read through it again.

The name of the spell was simply 'Time Reverse' when it was translated into English from Latin. Under it read:

'This spell shall bring thou to or from whatever time one wishes. Be it forward in time or backwards in time.'

England remembered the details of the spell that weren't mentioned in the book. 'When you preform the spell, your body in the current time goes unconscious...and your soul takes over the body of the you in the time you want to go to...' England thought, trying to remember all that would happen.

England looked down below the section he previously read, and scanned over the words he was supposed to recite. He prepared to say the Latin words. After he read over them twice, he chanted,

"Tollite me, ut tempora. Fatum posse mutari, ut, quo tempore. Tollite me, ut MDCVII!"

Shortly after the words were spoken, a bright purplish-white light appeared in the center of the room. After a few seconds, the unidentified light shifted into a thin oval and floated above the floor. But this light wasn't merely a light, it was a portal. A portal to 1607. When England began colonizing and raising America.

The Englishman smiled at the memories he shared with his little America. However, his smile disappeared when the Revolution flashed through his mind. His lips quivered and tears dared to break out of their barrier as England remembered pointing the bayonet of his musket at America's forehead, threatening the American that remained seemingly fearless. England growled in both agony and anger. Seconds later, the Brit held his fire as he lowered the musket. He fell to the ground, and cried.

The memories made a single tear escape from England's emerald eye. He quickly wiped the salty, clear liquid from his cheek and sighed shakily. 'I don't have to cry. I'll make this right.' the European nation thought, trying to assure himself he was telling the truth.

Taking a deep breath, England took a step towards the portal and stuck his hand in the light. As he stood there, he began to feel light-headed. England collapsed on the floor as black spots began to cloud up his vision.

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England didn't know how long he was unconscious. All he knew was that he sure wasn't in 2014 anymore.

The Briton didn't know that right away, though, seeing as he awoke in his normal bed. England rubbed his eyes and yawned. "A dream...?" he mumbled, both disappointment and confusion in his voice. England sighed. He shifted in his bed and stood up. When he looked to check the time, he saw something on a shelf that he didn't recognize. Then he remembered owning it before. It was his old, fine china tea set he had lost a few centuries ago. When he was taking care of Ameri-

There was a light knock on the door. "England? You awake? May I come in?" a somewhat sleepy, boyish voice asked.

The Englishman tried to register whose voice it was, but after a few seconds, his heart skipped multiple beats. England felt lightheaded once the organ had begun to beat normally once again. It must have been roughly thirty seconds before he answered. "Y-Yeah. You can come in." England stuttered, his heart pounding faster as he said each word.

The door opened and allowed the European nation to see America. Little colony America. Despite the obvious difference between America when he was merely made up of a few colonies and America in the 2000s, England didn't see a difference between the two. It was still America. No, his America. But one thing was different. This time, England would have his little America grow to love him as he loved him, instead of hate him.

Tears of joy that had slowly welled up in England's eyes were released. "A-America..." England trailed off. He lunged towards the boy and embraced him. Arms wrapped securely around the American, England placed his chin on America's head. The somewhat identical strands of blond and the single cowlick tickled England's neck, as if asking him to give them attention. The Briton gladly replied by rubbing his nose against America's scalp, breathing in his scent. It didn't smell like the America from 2014 that smelled of burgers and soda, but there was one thing that smelled the same about the two.

Silent for awhile, America was extremely confused at the older nation's sudden action. "Huh? England?" he asked awkwardly, not really knowing what else to say.

England just tightened his grip and passionately murmured America's name again.

"What's wrong?" America questioned.

"I-I..," Before England could finish his sentence, he remembered that he had traveled back in time and the America before him knew nothing of this. The Brit gently pushed away from the blond lad. "I-I'm sorry. I just had a bad dream." England lied. He grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck.

America looked up at the other with childish curiosity shining in his eyes. "What happened in the dream?" he asked in a whisper.

England just looked into the young American's sapphire eyes that shone like the gem itself. He thought of how to reply. "In the dream..," England's voice cracked a bit. "You left me." The Briton's voice was barely audible, but being right in front of America, the other could hear him properly. America stared back into England's emerald pools. They seemed to be clouded with pure sadness. But it only lasted for a second before the Englishman gently smiled at the other. "But it's just a dream, right?" he asked.

The confused look on America's face turned into a grin. He took hold of one of England's hands and placed it on his own cheek. "Yeah, you worry too much, y'know that?" America chuckled. He intertwined his fingers with the hand on his cheek and let his grin soften. "I won't leave, England." he assured him. "So don't worry, okay?"

He wanted to believe the younger male, but England knew that America couldn't live up to that promise on his own. England gently caressed the colonial lad's smooth cheek, keeping the other's hand around his own as their hands moved with synchronized strokes.

England did that for awhile, enjoying the feel of America's warm skin under his fingers. He stopped when he noticed the somber and slightly lonely expression on the other's face. "What's wrong?" the Englishman asked.

"It's just that-" America trailed off for a bit. England was about to speak when America continued. "You haven't really given me this much attention in awhile..." the young American mumbled, averting his gaze from England's. America stared down at the floor, suddenly finding the wooden panels interesting.

The British nation stared at the other in surprise. Had this been one of the reasons America left him? England's head was buzzing with questions, but that question was the one that remained surfaced in his mind. The Briton's mind was terribly confused and stressed, but England's expression remained nonchalant.

England smiled softly and brushed his fingers against the colonial child's cheek. "It's just that I've been busy lately." he said. America hesitantly looked back up at the other. England sighed and said, "And you think I worry too much!"

America chuckled and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. I guess I can be a worrywart too, huh?"

"We all can, sometimes." England patted America's head. His gaze softened, and seeing this, America's gaze did the same. "America." the Englishman said in order to get America's full attention.

"Hm?" the other asked, curiosity shining in his sapphire eyes.

"If anything is ever troubling you, please tell me."

America seemed surprised at the sudden request, but he nodded slowly. "Okay, England."