Mary poppins x hetalia x Neverland x Pirates of the Carribian x Wonderland x Whatever comes my way

This is make up for my short updates to. Ahahah- I'm sorry that I'm blanking out of fanfic. I say since I've been in Hetalia for quite a long bit of time. I make good things the longer I've been in them. My passion has been with this for a re-running circle and so I made this. This shall be updated when I'm watching Disney. I'm a fan of England and I say. Supercalifragilisticexpialidotious. Excuse my spelling though. Also, I highly recomend the person who wrote the ongoing England x Pocahantus fanfic. On going now dear reader. The journey of a book is never limited to only to the words written now.

Also, I'm not british...or have I ever travelled. I'm also quite young if I'd say. I shan't tell my real age but I'm can tell that I'm not in Elementary, just two years ways up. So I maybe OOC in ways. Well, the world can't be perfect or fully fake it. The mistaken or understaten, and the perfect be defect.

(Hint, switch the be and or. Things can be both ways though now darling)

-/stort-/

-Window Sill of England's house-

England stared out at the window dreamily as he looked far past the second star thinking of the lost boys, fairies, the indians he had lead torward sancturary, all the way to the pirates walking about.

"Don't think about it Peter darling."

England heard Tinkerbell snicker while Peter pout on his failure.

"Jeez England. At least give me a chance."

Peter leaned down resting his arms on the window sill to face England. England laughed smugly and felt Tinkerbell sit upon his shouler.

"Hey England, what do you do?...I mean out here. Not in Neverland?"

Peter asked slightly curious with thought.

"Now, are you thinking of joining me out here once again Peter? No, not Peter if you are once again to join, Neverland."

Neverland sticked his tongue out playfully.

"Nah, I've seen things quite enough out here. I have problems of my own. Good old codfish is playing around the sea."

England chuckled and thought back to tell a story.

"Hm... I'll say mine last. The past is quite slippery. How about you Tink, how are things going with you? You've been split into a few bits and been bending a rules a far bit."

England said slyly slipping from his spot.

"Well...heheheheh... Nobody has yet to figure out I've been recarnating a fair bit of times excluding the queen. She catches me everytime. I also may have...brokethemoonstoneyougaveandafewthings..." Tink jumbled throught the last part quickly before hurriedly covering herself.

"BUT I MADE THINGS BETTER!"

Neverland frowned and grinned michieviously.

"Mhm. Some pixies to be exact have been playing with my weat-"

(Just to clear up. Pixie Hollow is Tinkerbell. I'm keeping Tinkerbell to be said as Tinkberbell though and Peter is Neverland.)

Tinkerbell briskly cut him off with a 'smile' making Peter go silent.

"Now England, how are you? What are you doing?"

England cleared his throat and sat on a chair by the sill letting Neverland take the sill.

"Well last meeting Wonderland. Oh that prankster. HerShey dyed my hair and then styled it with Calibrightin Leron*

(Okitan: "Ah, my own invention...hehehe-"

Ochizaki (Paper Crane familiar) : "Now, now, put the keyboard down land your ego. Your ideas will slip out under your sneezes and leave you completely in your failure."

Okitan: "...No."

Ochizaki: "...do you want to know why paper cuts hurt gre-)

in my hair leaving it chechire pink and purple with long ends."

England huffed crossly continuing.

"Japan drooled a river full of imagination and camera flashes. He has a great imagination sometimes. His hair styles are also...gravity defying. It's a shame though..."

England trailed off leaving the implied. Japan forgot. He forgot magic, his wonders, and mysteries. He lost his sight of all of them though. His ears were spared with snippets but. He no longer remembers. His ayakashi and yokais. The spirits live, but they are fading. Soon, they would dissapear from there as everybody forgets. The spirits of the night rely on the beliefs and stories. Every story be strong, though they always have a weakness. Once forgotten, they're dead until thought of once more. They'll never have been the same as last though. Memories are fleeting and can never truly be held close. So they are to be written. Written where they can't escape. So in the end it's sad. The sight is a gift. Gifts are to be kept close, they are a new part of yu that add on to yourself.

Tinkerbell's wings drooped and a despairing atmosphere lay upon them.

"...The Nura are already weakening..."

Tinkerbell whispered clutching England's collar tightly.

"I know love. Until Japan truly remebers we can't do anything... We can only keep the spirits of Japan alive for now..."

A moment of silence stilled the room until England cleared his throat perking up the others.

"Well, who says a gift can't be fixed or retrieved. Even The Doctor can fix it along with anyone. The limit is set by one themself."

England patted Tinkerbell's head gently and smiled gently.

"Now everyone, can't let all leave drearly."

"Everyone?"

Tinkerbell sniffled a bit before she saw England's eye glint to the pipes*.

"...ALLISTER AND ALL YOU BUNCH! IF YOU'RE GOING TO LISTEN! You can at least come and sit nicely."

There was shuffling on the stairs and the doors opened leading in with England's siblings with a few other creatures.

"Mint, go fetch a cuppa for all of us and a dribble of honey please for me. As with all of you...how shall we start?"

(Allister:Scotland, Dilan: Wales, Patrick:Ireland, England: Arthur, and I need help with North...)

Allister slouched in his seat took out a cigarette to light.

"How about some music Sassana, I'll pick."

England smiled gently and went to his music player with a glass of water.

"No, I'll pick the song. Story teller picks the song, and the listeners close thier cigarette hole."

England dumped water on Scotland's head and sat down crosslegged back onto his chair.

Ireland groaned.

"I hate it when he gets sassy in story time"

To be in next story.

Explanation at the end end of story. (*, ,...)