Disclaimer:If you think I own Hetalia...well then...thanks that's one of the greatest compliments I ever heard in my life...I don't though...I just need these Disclaimers to make me laugh a little at such a sad truth. I own nothing.

A/N:And so it continues~! And , why doesn't Britannia Angel get a character tag~! *tears in eyes* He's not England! This is about the BRITANNIA ANGEL...but he's more forgotten than Canataple or something it seems... Ah! Well, enjoy and if you have an issue with saying England and not the Britannia Angel... Blame~ Canada~ *Shot for hurting the guy on top of me* Oh, well...enjoy the prologue while I go get this checked out, bye~!

When I first met him, he was a bloody douche bag, back then I truly thought I was England. I thought I had to do everything he did. I wanted nothing, but whatever he wanted. The real England probably didn't even know I existed, I knew if he did I would have been gone by now.

When I first talked to him, he only cared about power as well. He hated me because I 'was' England. Maybe I was England at that time in my life, maybe just his shadow… the clone he created when he was drunk out of his mind. But… when I saw those dark green eyes; I knew I really wasn't England… England hated this man and I couldn't find it into myself to truly hate anyone.

I tried so hard to convince him I wasn't England, but… he didn't understand what I said… He wasn't even willing to bloody learn. I felt at a lost when he finally had enough and put his sword to my throat.

If it wasn't for the real England; well, there wouldn't be a Britannia Angel today. Maybe that was the day I became the Britannia Angel; The real England and Porty were fighting. Nothing new, but the real England refused to look at me even when I was right in front of Porty's sword. If I was smart I would've ran away when he came. He gave me life, he could take it away, but… when that bloody fool scarred Porty's left eye, I couldn't… I couldn't let him hurt anyone else. Even when Porty was an ass; he just hated England. If I could somehow prove I wasn't England, I would feel somehow secure, safe… even if I wasn't going to make it to see his realization.

I really don't know why I did such a stupid thing. I don't know what gave me the bravery to face the man who gave me life. I felt like I was fighting god himself, a fight I couldn't win. A useless attempt in rebellion. But… when England took out his wand, I was truly terrified. I lost all the bravery I had just been able to hold in my hands. Gone, like the wind of a summers day. That wand controlled so much, had so much power that the world became England's toy. He could do whatever he pleased with it.

I closed my eyes waiting for my destruction, but nothing was happing. Nothing was hurting like I expected it to.

When I opened my eyes… the wand was in front of me on the ground… And… Porty was protecting me… But he wasn't very strong compared to that man.

I took the wand not truly knowing how to use it, but I had to try, right? I was determined to stop this foolishness. England made wishes and made sure there was no punishment in his actions. That wasn't how wishes were suppose to be used, they should teach a lesson. Because if you only made wishes it wouldn't be reality; it would only be a nice, sweet dream!

It wouldn't be real! And you needed to learn you couldn't get everything you wanted without losing something else! England needed to learn that! He needed to get out of his dream world and into reality!

"I UNGRANT YOUR WISH!" I screamed pointing the wand at England. That was the day I grew wings and knew I wasn't England anymore. I was my own person. Which… truly felt amazing. I could go anywhere and people would know me for me and not that England.

Years and years past I made friends, I made enemies. But all my own, not England's friends and enemies, mine. And it felt great having an enemy hating the Britannia Angel and not because I looked like England. Porty and I became friends, but I was never able to learn Portuguese, no matter how hard I tried and he refused English with all his heart. So when Google Translation came; I was ecstatic. I would understand what the hell Porty was saying. But still when we met in person it was still completely a loss at what the other said to the other.

I don't use wishes on myself, if I did I would understand Portuguese like I spoke since I was born. No, my wishes were for helping people, not for my own pleasure. That was how England became so power hungry… I couldn't let that happen to me. I just couldn't. I liked my friends, hell I even like my enemies! I never hurt them unless for the meaning for a lesson to be learned from the hurt.

I was happy with the way things were now. Really truly happy. That is until…

"I…wish….to…be….like….my….brother….Spain…"

Porty! Don't use Google Translator for such wishes!