Hello everyone! So this is a story that I posted on here some time ago, but decided to delete so I could work on it a bit more. Right now, I pretty satisfied with how it turned out, so I'll try to add more to it when I can! Anyway, I hope you all can enjoy this as it was really fun to write!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of its' iterations! They belong to their rightful owner Hidekazu Himaruya! I am but a simple fan~

England wasn't really sure what had caused this, but he knew that it was kinda, probably, maybe his fault.

From what he could remember, he had been feeling quite moody that morning. Nothing was particularly distressing that day, it was just that he, for whatever reason, was a bit...sad...well...sad would be a slight understatement...upset?...depressed?...he wasn't very sure. You know how you have those days when you're just melancholy and you have no idea why? Maybe you remembered something bad from the past or you missed something nostalgic and that just brought your mood down?

Well for England, it was a bit of both.

He wasn't sure how his train of thought derailed towards the fond memories when America was his colony or when he and dear Canada (that was his name wasn't it? It was always so hard to remember the boy for some reason) or all his other colonies lived with him for a time. His thoughts even went back to times he never thought he'd remember. Times where he and his brothers weren't always at each other throats. Times where that frog was somewhat tolerable. Times where things were...simple you could say? No...things have never been "simple" for the Brit. Interesting? Sure. Simple? Not by a long shot.

It was...comical in a way. He had seen and lived through pretty much anything anyone could imagine. He had ruled the seas and was on top of the world. He had traveled to a new world unknown to the old. He had survived through many centuries and generations of his beautiful country, whether they were bloody or golden. He had lived to see his country flourish, fall, and flourish once more. Hell, he is a country. He was Britain, The U.K, England, The Black Sheep of Europe...

He was...lonely...

He may have said that he enjoyed peace and quiet and may have said on a number of occasions that America and France drove him around the bend, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy their company. Deep beneath the distaste and annoyance, he did care for his family, he could even say that he loved them. But the times that they were together have been far and few between lately. America and France were busy with the tense conflicts that have been plaguing their countries with fear and hate and Canada rarely comes over unless he was either dragged over by Alfred or just wanted to spend a quiet, but pleasant time with him. They did get together for Thanksgiving, their birthdays, Christmas and New years no matter the hurdles though and for that England was grateful...

...But, what if even that became a impossible task? What if all of them became so busy with their people and the problems with their respective countries that they just couldn't see each other at all? Arthur was surprised to find himself so shaken and disturbed at the thought. It was sad to say that he was used to people leaving him (they always did in the end) so to find himself so upset at the thought of never seeing his "family" again confused and shocked him...though he shouldn't be that surprised at his emotional response. After all, he did secretly enjoy peoples company...

These were the thoughts that plagued his mind one common rainy night and somehow, in his distressed haze of worry and anxiety, he managed to get his hands on a case of Landlord Pal Ale. The rest of the night was a bit blurry after that. He remembered going down to his basement where he kept all his magic paraphernalia and spells...then he believed he read out of one of his spell books? And that's were things went dark.

Now, on the next day, with a killer headache exacerbated by the sun streaming through his curtains and his body feeling like utter crap, he began to feel as if his past thoughts were not worth the repercussions he was having now. They were childish and ridiculous conjecture at best when he thought about it. He groaned as a feeling akin to a thousand tap dancers doing a river dance on his brain assaulted him and he clutched the sheets of his bed in agony. He didn't want to live at that moment let alone open his eyes, but he had to go to another one of those blasted meetings and he wasn't one for being late so with a reluctant sigh, he slowly sat up from his bed and began to rub his eyes tiredly. He was going to slide out of the sheets and get ready for the day, when he heard something.

He froze when he heard a sigh that was certainly not his own. It was softer and distinctly more feminine than his voice. He felt something shift from the left side of him and his blood froze as his lucid mind held back with pain finally caught up to him.

Oh...oh my god...

It didn't need to take a genius to realize that there was someone in his bed and that someone was distinctly FEMALE. Arthur's face went pale in horror of the implications of his drunken escapade and he let out a croak in dismay. No. This shit could NOT be happening! This kind of thing happend to people like France, not him (well, not him in the present anyway. He chose to repress the rather chaotic period of his past that was riddled with debauchery)! Oh if that perverted bastard found out about this, he would have a field day! His hangover was completely forgotten at this point and he was pretty sure he could open his eyes without fear of making his headache worse, but he didn't want to even look. Looking would confirm his thoughts and make it real and he did not want to make it real!

The unknown female behind him grumbled and shifted some more, making England flinch in fear that she would wake up. God help him! The Brit took a deep breath to calm his panicked mind. This wouldn't do, acting like this. He was a gentleman and a gentleman takes responsibility for all of his actions. He even involved a woman into this so the least he could do was explain the situation and hopefully settle everything in a non-violent manner. So resolving himself, but still nervous, England slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at the unidentified female...but then he saw the woman and his fuzzy eyebrows shot up past his hair line, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates.

"BLOODY HELL!" England cursed loudly, falling off of his bed in the process. He landed with a loud thump on his hard wood floors and groaned in pain. A grunt of surprise shortly followed by a annoyed sigh came from on top of the bed and the panic England was holding back broke out with a vengeance x100!

England could see the blankets covering the girl move as she slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes eerily similar to how he did earlier, and stretched with a yawn. Arthur felt his heart drop down to his stomach as the girl opened her eyes to reveal sleepy, emerald green pools similar to his own. Her mussed up blond hair moved slightly as she tilted her head towards England and he could've fainted on the spot.

"Mmm...w...what on Earth..?" The girl said in a annoyed, sleepy tone narrowing her eyes in confusion and suspicion. She turned away from the panicking British man and seemed to be looking for something while England's mind was reeling a mile a minute.

'ThiscannotbehappeningohdeargodbloodyhellwhathaveIdonethisisterribleshit-' and so on.

The girl seemed to have found what she was looking for and turned back towards the nation while unfolding a pair of red rimmed glasses. Her eyes focused clearly on England and she looked confusedly at the mess of a man on the floor.

"...?...Father?" She asked curiously with a frown, leaning forward. "What are you doing in my room?"

If England hadn't been troubled before, he sure as hell was now. The Brit's brain seemed to have short circuited in that moment and he thought he felt his heart stop. Her grimace grew a worried tint at her "Father's" lack of response or movement and she moved closer to the edge.

"Father? Why are you on the floor? Are you all right?"

Arthur was most certainly NOT all right. And the fact that there was now a young, female England in a modest nightgown calling him father did not help with that at all.

"Hey does anyone know where Artie is?" The question, though obnoxiously loud and completely out of nowhere, was one that was on the mind of all the assembled personified nations of the world and has been since they had arrived to the meeting.

This very question was phrased by one Alfred F. Jones a.k.a the good ol' U. S, of A. He looked at the assembled countries in questioning and a hint of worry. After all, for him (who was notoriously known to be fashionably almost late to most of the World meetings that were held) to be here before England (who was one of the first people to always arrive to these meetings hours before they began and would often lecture the American for almost being late to them) was quite a shock...a disconcerting one at that. It was like America giving up hamburgers or Germany hating beer or France without a libido! It wasn't right and it sure as hell wasn't normal. The meeting, that was a more mild case of chaotic than usual, immediately silenced and the nations looked at each other, silently looking for someone with an answer to the blond's earlier inquiry.

"Ve~maybe he's sick?" Italy suggested eating a large bowl of pasta that he somehow snuck into the meeting room.

"Idiota! That British bastard can't get sick! Probably off drinking tea or talking to those fucking imaginary friends of his!" Romano cursed, irritably taking a bite out of a tomato.

"Ano...Itaria-kun the only way for Ingirisu-san to get sick, is if something was wrong with his economy, but we would have heard if something was wrong..." Japan supplied politely as Germany sighed and took the bowl of pasta from Italy who cried out like a sad puppy in dismay. Spain happily took the tomato from Romano's hand, taking a bite from it himself which prompted the South Italian to brew up a storm of curses that fell on the deaf ears of his past caretaker.

America frowned before suddenly turning towards the empty seat next to him. It took the assembled Nations a second to realize there was transparent man who looked uncannily similar to Alfred while said man asked him a question.

"Yo Mattie! (Who is that? Where on earth did he come from!? WAH GERMANY! A GHOST! Italy calm down! There's no such thing as ghost!) have you seen England lately?"

Canada, who was holding Kumajiro, turned towards his brother and shook his head. "No I haven't...not in a while anyway..." He answered in a very soft voice filled with a worry that was verbally mirroring America's own. The Brit may have gotten on the American's nerves sometimes with the insults and the constant grammar nazi control (I mean 'color' with a 'U'!? That is sooo~ stupid!) bet he did care for the man. He was the one who raised him after all and nothing in the world could change that...

Russia smiled across from America and tilted his head. "Maybe he got in a accident somewhere~?" He asked in a rather cheerful tone that contradicted greatly with his somewhat disconcerting words.

America gave a bright smile at the Russian's suggestion, laughing and waving his hand in dismissal. "Not cool commie! Don't even go there!"

Ivan turned towards the other and a faint purple aura began to surround him, still smiling. "But it's a possibility, is it not comrade?" He stated simply, seemingly amused at his long time rival's ire. Said man narrowed his eyes challengingly and the surrounding group shifted uncomfortably. It was always scary being in the same room as the two countries when they went into "Cold War" Mode.

The man besides the American (what was his name again?) seemed to sense the impending argument between his brother and the Russian as well as everyone's "Oh shit!" expressions and decided to diffuse the situation before it grew out of hand.

"U-um! France!" He called out, getting the addressed and currently pale man's attention. His not so inconspicuous attempts to surely inch his way from the annoyed super power stopped as he heard his name being called. "Oui, mon cher? Qu'est-ce que c'est?"

"U-um...have you seen England?" He asked quietly, gaining America's and Russia's attention and effectively ending the impending (and exasperatingly common) feud with the other. The countries sighed in relief as the cold feeling filling the room disappeared without a trace...their arguments usually didn't evolve farther than petulant name calling, insults, cursing, and the occasional crude hand gesture, but when it did...it wasn't the most pleasant time to be present for...

Everyone looked at each other again and almost at once, the assembled group turned their gaze towards the French nation who looked just as lost as they were (honestly, they should've just asked him earlier).

France rubbed his chin in a contemplative gesture. "Hm...I have not seen Angleterre for a few days now...Amerique how about you? Are you sure you haven't seen him lately?" He asked in turn and the collective gaze of everyone turned back towards the world power.

He grimaced at the question and crossed his arms bemusedly. "Well...now that I think about it...I do remember him calling me last night at like, three in the morning yelling about Independence, pancakes, and frogs...he sounded smashed dude..."

China scoffed at the the other man's response, flicking his long ponytail over his shoulder while clutching a hello kitty doll. "Well that explains it." He stated dryly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Opium must have been nursing the bottle again and is probably regretting all his life decisions right now. Western Nations are so irresponsible..."

The others couldn't really deny the Chinese man's claims as they all knew how England got when he got his hands on anything with alcoholic content (Alfred shivered when he remembered last years New Years party. He didn't know where Arthur got that butler outfit and he didn't want to...) and were surprised they didn't come to that conclusion earlier.

"Yes, that's nice and all." Germany sighed impatiently gaining everyone's attention. "But we need to start the meeting and without England here that might not be happening any time soon!"

"WHAT!?" Alfred yelled making the others flinch at the volume. It seems that now that he was sure Arthur's welfare was nothing short of a possible hangover, his past rather subdued behavior was now replaced by his...Americaness..."You mean we gotta stay here till Iggy comes?! That could take hours and I got a football game to watch with the guys at three that I can't miss!"

The German sighed irritably at the other's loud tone and slammed his hand on the table, hazarding a glare. "How many time do I have to tell you to use your inside voice you dumpkof! Look! These meetings are actually important despite the popular belief and all of the required nations must be assembled for them to take place! England should be here any minute now and if he's not here in ten minutes, then we shall start without him so sit down and SHUT UP!" He finished while America pouted like a child who was just told he couldn't eat dessert before finishing his vegetables and crossed his arms with a huff before sitting down.

The others were silent as they watched the irate German sit back down. "Now then-" He began and seemed about to say something else before the doors to the meeting room were literally slammed open, practically flying off it's hinges. Almost everyone jumped or yelped at the loud bang and quickly turned towards the source. To say least, they were surprised to see an out of breath and disheveled English man stumble into the room with his hands on his knees.

"I...I-I'm...sorry that...I'm late!" He panted to the stunned silent room. No one could seem to speak as they stared at the not so proper looking gentleman who seemed close to passing out any second now.

America, Canada (though nobody noticed), and France all got up from their seats and curiously made their way over to the man. "...Angleterre?..." Francis asked uncertainly when he saw how pale his sometimes-friend-most-times-rival was while the North American brothers shared a look. "Are...are you all right?"

England shot his head up from his crouched position and looked towards the three men so fast that they were surprised he didn't get whiplash. He then quickly composed himself, standing up straight and assuming a look of nonchalance that almost had them second guessing ever witnessing his previous state.

"Oh yes, yes!" He shouted in a high pitched voice, before clearing his throat to try and play it off. "Never better! I feel greater than the Gatsby! The world is round! The sun is hot! And the moon still wanes! Now Alfred, Matthew, Would you two be dears and come with me for a second and by second I mean right NOW!" He continued, his pitch and tempo rising and speeding up with every word until he sounded like a constipated chipmunk.

The rest of the countries had gotten up now, staring at the twitching man with worried or curious eyes. "A...A-Ano...Igirsu-san...are...are you sure you're alright?" Japan asked warily as England's wide-with-fright eyes twitched every so often.

"Yeah, dude." America agreed with his friend. "You good bruh? You seem a bit...jumpy..."

England gave a shaky smile towards the two and laughed in a slightly hysterical manner that prompted some of the countries to take a catious step back. "Whatever do you mean lad? I'm perfectly fine! Why would you thinks something's wrong with me?! I feel fresh as the dickens! Do I look like I'm losing what little sense of rationality and sanity I still have by the second and I may or may not be close to having a mental breakdown!? Who told you such ridiculous things!? Was it the gnomes!? DON'T LISTEN TO THEM THEY ONLY SPEAK LIES LIKE THE BLOODY SHITE PLONKERS THEY ARE-Oops! Sorry that was rather uncouth of me, I had lost my cool for a second there, but I'm okay now so why don't you two come with me to a nice secluded place where nobody can find or hear us okay? Okay!" Everyone stared at the Brit who was looking like a crazed loon that had just escaped from a psyche ward.

"Chigi, I think the tea sucking bastard's finally gone bat shit..." Romano whispered nervously while he and Italy held on to each other in fear.

England chuckled (in what he surely thought was a placating manner, but instead sounding like he was a hair line close to bringing out a machete and hacking everyone in the rooms to bits) and took a step towards the assembled group who all took a collective step back with America, Canada, Italy, and Romano yelping in fear. Germany was slowly pulling out his gun along with China who nervously brandished his wok, Russia who "kolkolkol'd" with a smile tapping his pipe in his hand, and Spain who stood in front of Italy and Romano with his axe protectively. France was pale and looked fearfully at the British mad man while Japan had a hand on his Katana, watching England for any sudden movements. He was getting closer...smile and eyes wide with a terrifying mixture of crazy and nothingness...they prepared to attack or defend when a voice called out simply, making the nations freeze in place.

"Ah, Flying Vanilla Bunny you were right! He was here." The group all transitioned from battle mode to curious as they observed how Arthur's face seemed to have paled even more than before. The crazed light in them were gone now, replaced with panic and fear.

"Hmm...Yes, I guess you're right...he did seemed surprised to see me..." The female voice continued, light footsteps echoing in the silent hall.

"Hm?...no I suppose not..." England gave a wheezing sound akin to a cat being strangled and quickly turned towards the open door, taking quick steps back and knocking into France who looked like the last thing he wanted was to be within five feet of the previously manic man.

The foots steps and seemingly one sided conversation continued to get louder and everyone was getting tense and nervous again. Whoever or whatever it was that was making their way towards them must have been something truly frightening to turn the usually calm and proper Arthur Kirkland into a psychopath.

"S-she's coming!" He whispered ominously in a fear drenched voice and America couldn't help but ask.

"...Who...Who's c-coming?" He cautioned, honestly terrified. England said nothing as he lifted his arm and shakily pointed towards the door where the silhouette of a young woman could be seen.

Everyone's eyes followed the Brit's finger and they could feel them widening in shock and disbelief.

"Wow, everyone's here too?" The young woman stated, sounding pleasantly surprised. She was now in the light of the meeting room and under the intense stares of the men. "That makes things much easier then."

"Holy-" Canada whispered hoarsely.

"Fucking-" Romano continued with bug eyes.

"Shit dude." America finished looking close to passing out.

A female England stood in front of the assembled males and crossed her arms with a stern look. "What's wrong with you lot? Is there something on my face?"

"...O-Oui, ma Cheri..." France stuttered in struck dumb awe with a trembling England still in front of him. "...Angleterre's..."

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