This is another case of it wasn't there so I wrote it. I tend to do it a little too often. In any case I hope you enjoy this different perspective on the relationship between England and Narnia, and the countries and the children.

Peter looked about London as he travelled to the near only store left in the area with edible produce with his siblings. It had looked terrible before, but now it was too painful to see. Charred remains of buildings stood at the edge of the roads, debris was everywhere. People walking looked up every so often to check the skies despite the raids having stopped. The city was hushed, but the determination to live could still be felt lingering in the air.

Susan did most of the selecting of food. Peter paid, and Edmund and Lucy decided to pool money to buy one sweet for each of them and their mother. Despite all they had been through, the sweet tooth had never disappeared in any of them. They split the load amongst them appropriately, and exited the store for the quiet walk home.

"What's he doing?" Lucy asked after they turned a corner.

Her siblings looked down the street, where she was looking. At the other end was a man in uniform. He carried a bouquet of bright wildflowers, but there was nowhere to get them for miles. He stood perfectly erect, without the stoop most soldiers had. He stopped, and talked to each and every person he met on the street. He kneeled before each child and gifted them with a single flower and a smile visible from where they stood. Somehow, in an almost impossible way, when the people he talked to cheered, the buildings around him cheered as well.

The buildings he passed seemed less charred. The debris seemed a little smaller. The street and sidewalk appeared cleaner. Even the sun seemed to shine a little brighter where he was.

"I don't know," Peter answered truthfully, "He'll be here in a moment, you can ask him, Lu."

She nodded, and smiled at the man as he approached. "Hello," the man greeted, all four were surprised by how young he looked. He looked the same age as they had been before returning through the wardrobe. "Did you lot visit the countryside?"

"Yes, we did," Peter answered quickly and succinctly.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked, casting his eyes between the four of them.

"Oh, yes, very much so," Lucy responded cheerfully.

The man's own smile widened, "Wonderful. Who did you stay with?"

"Professor Digory Kirke," Susan replied.

"Oh, I know him. Quite an interesting fellow, isn't he?" he asked, with a look on his face that almost seemed mischievous.

"Yes," Peter answered, attempting to draw back.

"Are you all," he paused, "related?"

"Yes, we're siblings," Susan replied.

The man's small smile widened, "You're like me then, I'm the youngest of four. We don't get along nearly as well as you do."

"Why not?" Lucy asked.

"It's a long story, child," the man looked away, out into the grey sky over the city, "It hasn't even ended yet."

"I'm sorry for your family, but we must be going," Peter said, cutting the conversation short.

"You act like foreigners," the man said quietly, almost to himself, "You don't remember me, do you?"

All four Pevensie gave the man an odd look. They had never seen him before in their lives. The man pulled off his helmet, and shook out his hair. It wasn't in the short cut of a soldier, but was longer, straight, and choppy. It framed his face near perfectly, and it almost looked like a lion's mane. The Penvensie's felt a quick odd flash of recognition at the sight of the man's hair. The man replaced his helmet, but more of his hair stuck out from underneath it this time.

"Would you care for a flower before you leave?" he asked them.

"We're not children," Edmund said sourly.

"Be that as it may, you're still younger than me," he said, "Here."

He handed a small blue flower to Lucy. She smiled up at him, despite feeling a little annoyance that she was so small. The man smiled back. She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sight of it. It was not the smile of a twenty something. It looked like the smile that the professor wore, or even Aslan's. She suddenly recognized the look in his green eyes. It was the one she saw daily in her sister and brothers. "Thank you," she said before turning away to join her siblings.

"You know," the man said, walking away from them. They turned back to listen, but he never faced them, "You may love her, but she's only a shadow of me. She can't be your home because I am. You may have forgotten me, but you cannot deny me. I am in greater need of the gentle, the just, the valiant, and the magnificent than she is. She may have borrowed you, but you are mine to keep. Never forget where you are from."

The man began walking again, continuing down the street. "Who's she?" Edmund called out to him, too curious to stop himself.

The man looked back at them, "Narnia."

The four stared at him, but he didn't seem to notice. He faced the next people on the street and greeted them. The civilians immediately brightened, as if they had just met up on accident with an old friend they knew well. They watched, and everyone else seemed to know the man. "What do you think he meant by all that? How does he know about Narnia?" Edmund asked.

"I don't know," Peter answered, not liking the feeling.

"Look!" Lucy shouted.

The other three looked down at their sister. In her hands was no longer a small, bright, blue flower, but a large, fully blossomed, deep red rose. "But how?" Susan asked, even the magic in Narnia wasn't quite like this.

"I think that, that man," Lucy said quietly, "was England."

I hope you enjoyed it! Please review, as it is very much appreciated! Thank you for reading!