The Secret Of Britannia
Chapter 1
A/N: Hey Guys! So here is the new version of TSOB! Chapter 1 is still pretty much the same and a few chapters might be, but I don't know just yet. I have greatly improved my writing skills since this story was first written, and as I am back in the Hetalia fandom I decided to re-write this story. It is completely written this time so you will get the whole story! Also there is not a lot of Ireland, he knows the secret but he cut ties with all but North. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
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Deep in the woods behind England's house, there hides a secret only known by four people; Scotland, Wales, Ireland, and Northern Ireland. This secret can never be told to anybody, especially not their youngest brother England, and this secret may just destroy our world. This is where our story begins...
"Hey England! Where are you going?" Shouted a certain obnoxious American.
"Home!" England shouted back. He was having a bad day, he hasn't been sleeping very well lately and it caught up with him this morning, causing him to be late to the world meeting.
When he finally arrived Sealand was bothering the nations so he had to kick him out, with much protest from the young micronation. After that America started being obnoxious as per usual, and finally he just had to get a migraine.
So he decided to go home early, however America didn't let him even ten feet out of the door before he started shouting at the older man. So here is was, trying to outwalk the American to his car.
"Come on England, don't be like that it was just a joke! I didn't mean it!" America yelled again.
"Leave me alone America!"
"Not until you calm down."
"I am perfectly calm!"
"Then why are you storming off?"
England stopped walking and sighed turning to the American. "Listen Alfred, I have a headache and I just want to go home and sleep. So, please. Leave. Me. Be!"
America seemed to think for a moment "Well, if you have a headache you shouldn't be driving, I know I can drive you home!" He said taking England's arm, dragging him away from the Brit's car and to his own.
England struggled trying to pull his arm away. "What about my car?"
"I can come back and ask one of the other Countries to help me bring it to you."
"Fine, however you have to be quiet." He sighed in defeat.
"No, problem Iggy!" America shouted then noticed England place a hand to his head. "Oh, sorry Arthur."
For once in the American's life he remained silent the rest of the way to England's house. England was sleeping soundly in the passenger seat. America hesitated waking him up, he looked so peaceful when he was asleep.
"Arthur, we're here." America said quietly, gently shaking England's shoulder.
England blinked awake, looking at him as he processed what was said in his half asleep state. "Thank you America." He then groaned as he spotted the tan car in his driveway.
"What's wrong?" America asked worriedly.
"My brother is here." England sighed, annoyed.
"Cool, which one?"
"Wales. I just hope he didn't the others with him. I'm not in the mood to deal with them all right now."
America laughed. "I like Uncle Wales. He's like a calmer, more level headed you."
"What is that supposed to mean?" England asked, shocked.
"Nothing." America smiled, then gained a sympathetic look when England rubbed at his temples. "We could always go out for some tea and come back later. When you feel better."
"No, I might as well get this over with." England sighed as he stepped out of the car. "Thank you again Alfred."
"No problem. Bye Arthur!" America called back before driving away.
England waved and walked up the sidewalk. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, however before he could open it a blue uniform with two white sashes making an X shape replaced the door. England looked up at the man's fiery red hair and acidic green eyes.
"Scotland." He stated dully before trying to walk passed him. "Can I please enter my own home?" He asked after many futile attempts.
"Yes lad, but we need to talk." Scotland said, moving out of the way.
England entered and headed to the kitchen to make some tea. "What exactly do we need to talk about?"
"Apparently, you have been grumpier at the world meetings and actually fell asleep in the middle of some."
"Who exactly gave you this information?" He asked filling the kettle.
"Oh, you know; France, Portugal, Prussia told me once too."
"Prussia?"
"Yeah, believe it or not behind that annoying, narcissistic personality there is a bloke who cares about his friends." Scotland joked, smiling.
"It must be really deep down then, because I have never seen him recognize anyone else's feelings but his own." England joked back.
"Well, there are a lot of things you don't know about other countries."
England chuckled, despite the less than favorable situation as he started the kettle. "Would you like some tea Alistair?"
"No thank you."
The room got silent for a bit until England poured the tea into his cup. "Where is Dylan?" He asked, adding milk and sugar to the cup.
"He dropped me off here and took North on a road trip with him in my car. They also stole my card, the buggers didn't want to pay for gas on their little trip." Scotland said sounding annoyed.
"Ah. So I'm stuck with you?"
"Yup, just you and me."
"Lovely."
England headed into the living room and sat on his sofa. Scotland followed, taking a seat on the rocking chair in the corner.
"You know, you never told me what's wrong." Scotland said smirking.
"Oh, it's nothing to worry yourself with. I just can't get enough sleep."
"Why is that?"
"I've just been having some nightmares lately, it's quite pathetic really."
"Arthur Britannia Kirkland! If it makes you unable to give enough sleep it's serious, and it's not pathetic." Scotland said sternly.
"I am sleeping." England argued.
"But not enough. You are falling asleep in meetings, that should be all the proof you need." England remained quiet staring at his tea cup. Scotland sighed. "Look if you want to talk about it, I am willing to listen."
England seemed to think it over. "Alba, are you sure we don't have parents?"
Scotland's eye's widened. "Where did that come from?"
England shrugged. "During these nightmares, I would see a woman singing. She looked so sad, when she stopped she would call me her son and ask me to help her, but before I can she would be killed in the most gruesome way." He took in a sharp breath and closed his eyes. "When I was little you told me countries don't have parents." He looked up at his brother with pleading eyes. "We don't right? It's all just some nightmare?"
"Arthur, countries don't have parents." Scotland said sternly.
"Even if the parent is a country?"
"Even if the parent is a country."
"Okay." He sighed and looked back down at the empty tea cup.
"How about I make some biscuits." Scotland said smiling shakily.
"Will they be edible this time?" England asked smirking.
Scotland looked offended, placing a hand on his chest. "My food is always edible!"
"Alistair, I can't keep your haggis down, and the other countries think I can stomach anything."
Scotland glared. "Touché."
Scotland waited until he heard England turn on the television.
He pulled out his phone and called his younger brother Wales. He peaked into the living room to make sure England would not be able to hear him. Sure enough, He was completely focused on an episode of Doctor Who. He went back into the kitchen when Wales answered.
"Yes, Alistair." He greeted sounding bored. Alistair could hear Northern Ireland telling Wales fun facts about the different places they went.
"Dylan! It's Arthur, he's been acting strange."
This got Wales' attention. "What! How?"
"He's been having some pretty nasty dreams, I think he might be remembering."
"You didn't tell him anything did you?" He yelled, making North go silent.
Scotland sighed. "No, it's for his own protection that we continue to keep this from him."
"But Alistair! He's only going to get worse if you keep it from him! Maybe he can control it if he knew." A new voice that Scotland recognized as Northern Ireland said.
Scotland sighed again "I can't tell him Patrick. There is a reason Mum told us never to tell him."
"Fine, but if you don't fix this by next week we will be coming over. If it gets worse we will be there sooner, and we won't be happy either." North growled.
"Okay, bye Dylan, Patrick." He hung up and put his phone back into his pocket. "How am I supposed to fix this?"
A/N: So I hope this is better than the old version. I know it's not that much different but the bits I changed will hopefully make the story better and who knows how much I will change in the future. Also I removed Scotland's accent so it's easier to understand as even I couldn't understand it when I was re-reading this. I hope you liked this new and improved version and hopefully there will be more to come.
I realize how confusing the phone call could be. So here is as much of an explaination as I can give without spoiling anything. Something bad might happen if Arthur remembers this...thing. When he starts to remember, he becomes really quiet and dazed, gets nightmares and is all together just a big emotional mess. Wales doesn't want anyone to tell him because something bad will happen if he remembers, North does want him to know because he hates seeing his youngest brother suffer and he doesn't understand just how bad this thing is so he thinks Arthur can control it, and Scotland is on the fence because he doesn't want the bad thing to happen, but he doesn't like seeing England like that. That is the explaination, which I sucked at but I hope it made some kind of sense.
