AN: Yes! I've finally finished it! Ugh... My back aches, sitting at the computer for 5 hours is definitely NOT good for my back. Okay enough complains. For those reading this, know that there will be OC (at least I think so. All of the characters were head-canon, so sorry is you don't like it.) It's something I thought up when I'm day-dreaming. There's USUK and GerIta is you squint, but after a few chapters I don't think it will be anymore. I'll be putting more warnings in the future. Not to mention a lot of editing...

Fratello=brother in Italian

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

"Another day, another boring meeting."

England let out a sigh that he's been holding, he doesn't understand why they even hold this meeting in the first place. America kept coming up with ridiculous ideas involving a hero shielding the earth(1) and etc., teasing him (bloody git) or arguing with Russia. Likewise with Russia, it's either arguing with America (thank god they weren't fighting, they could start WWIII if they wanted to) or scaring everyone else, n-not that he himself is scared of him too.

Italy kept saying anything related to pasta (he had managed to learn 10 new facts about pasta) or was clinging next to Germany, much to the German's displeasure. Although England could swear that he could always see a hint of affection in his eyes afterwards. And there's Romano's screaming, "Stay away from my fratello, you potato bastard!" or "Keep your hands away from me, tomato bastard!" and if he is unlucky, "What are you looking at tea bastard?"

Then there's the frog that kept trying to grope him, which of course ends up with a punch in the face, and if he's lucky the frog might even get a black eye but with the speed countries recovers it will be gone by the end of the meeting much to England's displeasure. China is offering food around or just sat in his seat muttering about 'the old days being a lot better' which he couldn't agree more.

Another country he could think of that would have agreed is Prussia. Even if he is not even a country anymore he still sneak into the meeting either to bother Hungary and Austria (basically everyone else), which always ends up Germany lecturing the Prussian about god knows what. England often sees him talking to someone looking like America, he could tell because that person is much more quiet compared to the loud mouthed American. What was his name again? Canada was it? It was hard to remember him sometimes…

Stopping for a moment, England gave another sigh. Really, no matter what they do, England could tell that it could not succeed as most will always care for their country first before concerning themselves with others, England learned that the hard way. So why bother with this meeting when it's obvious that it's not going to work.

Germany had requested a 1 hour break at 12pm seeing that it's clear that the meeting couldn't continue at this rate, but England doubt that it will change anything for the rest of the meeting.

Deciding he needed some fresh air before he started to get depressed, he went to the park near the White House. He let out a sigh as he sat down at the bench. Looking around the park, there are children playing at the playground or walking alongside an adult, presumably their parent, a soft breeze started blowing and the sound of tree leaves rustling and sweet scent of flowers nearby is really relaxing. These are some of the moments when England wish that he was a human, no mountains of paperwork, no relation restrictions, no treaties or lies and no revolution…like his pirate days, only without the raiding and sailing, he can always do what he wanted. Okay this was getting depressing.

'Perhaps America's right, I am getting too old for this…'

He closed his eyes and tilts his head back trying to get himself to relax as much as possible before another sigh escaped.

"Mister, if you keep doing that all the happiness will fly away."

Opening his eyes in alarm at the voice, 'that voice, it couldn't be… I haven't heard that in hundreds of years…' slowly, England looked down and could only gasp at the person, or child, he sees standing in front of him.

"Mister, are you okay?"

There, in front of him was a younger version of America, the same short dusty blonde hair down to the cowlick, that represent Nantucket, and blue eyes roughly around 5 to 7, he couldn't tell. He was too shocked to even give a reply to the American replica.

'Were the faerie playing a cruel trick on him? Is he hallucinating? Has he finally gone mad?' were the only thoughts running through his mind.

"Mister, did you get a heatstroke? Mom says that you'll get that if you stay in the sun for too long. Do you need water? Stay here while I go get some."

Before England could even move, the America look-a-like had ran to a fountain, took out his bottle and filled it to the brim and ran back in record time.

"Here you go, mom also said to have a lot of water if that happens." holding out the bottle for England to take it.

U-um, thanks." England said taking the bottle from him, and starts to drink the content to calm himself down.

"Are you feeling better now?" he asked with concern, England is having problem deciding whether to answer the boy or just start hugging him and cry. Not wanting to scare him, he chooses the former.

"Y-yes, thank you for the water lad. I'm feeling better already."

"Hey!" the boy called almost as if he's just discovered something, "You talked just like mom! English right? Mom always scolds me for saying its British but dad can, I wonder why?" he started ranting.

"W-whoa, slow down lad, I'm not going anywhere. So your mother's English?" England stopped the boy before he could continue; it's hard to catch up with his speed.

"Yup! So you could say that I'm part Brit-I mean English, sir." He quickly corrected himself.

At that England gave a small laughed, he hadn't laugh for a long time and this kid, this America look-a-like, managed to do it like America used to. The boy seems to panicked.

Sensing his distress "Don't worry lad, I'm not going to scold you for saying it wrong but it's important to learn the correct way of saying it. I guess your father is American then," at least the kid is trying, if it was America, he wouldn't be bothered.

"How did you know? Do you have psychic powers? Cool! I can't wait to tell mom!" he started ranting again.

'It doesn't take a genius to figure that out.'

"…and today the teacher is teaching the recorder, I can never play it good enough but if it's violin or drum then I'm good. I'm still trying to learn the guitar; mom is kinda into music…" England just sat there listens to the boy rant. Even if it's not exciting, it still managed to brighten his day by just listening to the boy, because it feels like he was back when America was still a colony.

"…it really was fun and… what time is it now?" the boy looked at his watch and jumped on his feet. "It's already 12.50? I've gotta go mister, mom is making my favourite scones today." With that he ran off.

England smiled at the retreating figure, 'it feels nostalgia seeing America like that…'

'…'

'….wait, did he say 12.50? Bloody hell I'm going to be late!'

England quickly jumped on his feet and literally flew back to the White House; those walking might even think that it's only the wind.

He made it back just in time, right after America made a head count. Many countries turned to look at England, who looked like he had just run a marathon, his hair was messier than usual and his face is red from all the running.

England quickly returned to his seat and calms himself down before apologizing for his tardiness and urge America to continue. Most of the countries gave a questioning glance at the Brit, since he is always the first to arrive and the last to leave, the fact that he is actually late is almost surprising.

"Ah, mon cher Angleterre! You are very late; you know-so out of character, did you picked a flower somewhere and have forgotten about the meeting? I would like to meet this pretty face that can distract our Angleterre~ honhonhonhon!" France literally cheered.

By now, every country has their eyes glued on the Brit after his replied to France.

"Not everyone is like you frog." A single sentence, not a single menace could be heard in his tone or insults coming from him, not even when he said 'frog'.

Now this manages to shut France up. England can never be civil with France for as long as everyone could remember, unless it's important matters, and they all hope it's not the case.

They were expecting more of a – "What the hell are you trying to imply frog!" England growled. Then France would reply with something insulting and then they would throw insult at each other resulting in a fist fight, which disrupt the meeting and everything will be like the usual. Rather than the civilize reply from England, which no matter how gentlemanly he claim he is, he and France just don't get along that well.

"Dude, have you finally lost a screw, old man!" America sounded happy, "You totally didn't insult France!"

"I can be civil if I wanted to America, and please try to at least use the name that I am given. I believe it was Germany's turn to present his proposal?" was England's only reply before turning to face Germany as if to tell him start.

If it was quiet before, now it's just plain silence. If a pin were to drop now, everyone would have heard it clearly. Not only did England not scream at America for his grammar and the names he's being called (which all countries knew was sensitive to), he actually calmly reply America and stop the conversation there, not giving America any chance to continue it. America literally had his mouth hanging and the bad touch trio looked ready to faint any moment, this was not the self-proclaimed 'Gentlemen' Brit they came to know, hell even Germany was shocked. But he wasn't going to complain any time soon, he quickly snap himself back to reality and continued the meeting since it was pretty clear that America is currently distracted.

For the rest of the meeting, nobody dared to interrupt. Even when some tried (like Italy wanting to eat pasta) England would just reason with them and the meeting would continue, he even managed to make Italy, Romano, Prussia, France and America to shut up and listen to the rest of the meeting! (Germany was thinking on getting lessons from the Brit on how to make Italy listen) Now that was shocking, even Russia's staring with interest at the Brit who didn't seem to be affected at all. (Any normal nation/person would be freaked out)

All issues that were being appointed were discussed in a non-barbaric way, rather were actually being discussed than argued. The meeting ended successfully, for once. Every country was freaked out by England's behavior (with the exception of Russia) but they've got to admit that it's actually nice that the Brit was not arguing every second during the meeting. (We can't blame him for that)

In reality, England was actually deep in thought and his brain just respond to appropriate replies. So England actually DOES mind what France and America had said but since he's got more important to things to think about, he really needs the meeting to go as smoothly as possible, and it worked! Now all he has to deal with is the weird stares he's been given, what the bloody hell are they looking at?

When the meeting ended, England just rushes back to his hotel room, ignoring every single nation that tried to talk to him. To say the other nations are not curious would be a lie.

Closing the door to his hotel room, England called for Flying Mint Bunny and his friends.

"Flying Mint Bunny, Pop, Nina, Lynn! Do you mind coming for a second? I need to ask you something."

Glowing lights started to enter through the walls and eventually the glow started to dim and faces could be seen.

"You called England?"

"Yes, Mint. I just wanted to ask if you've decided to play any prank on me today." England prayed that it was some sort of prank by the faeries because he honestly cannot handle seeing colonial America again.

The faeries gave each other a confused glance before the blue one answered, "Prank? England, we were playing in your garden all afternoon. But if you want us to then…"

"No no no," England panicked, when the faeries played pranks on him it will never end well, he got turned into a rose and France almost picked him from his own garden. (If that's where the frog gets his roses then he'll personally make sure he sees enough red oozing out from him!)

"I'm just wondering that's all."

"Seen something unbelievable, England?" Flying Mint Bunny flew in front of England's face.

"Something like that, but since I know it's not you guys then I know how to handle it." No, I don't.

"Okay then England, if you need us you can call us again."

"Thank you, I glad to have you guys as my friends." England gave a sigh out of relief.

"Cheer up England, if you-"

"If I keep sighing like that, all the happiness will fly away, I get it…"

"Actually I was going to say that if you continue like this, it will harm your health. But that works just fine." The green one replied, "Where did you learned that anyway? We've never even heard you say it to him before."

"Just some things I heard someone said today, nothing to worry about." England gave a reassuring smile.

With that the faeries flew away reluctantly. England immediately fell back onto the bad and started to think.

'Maybe I should try my luck tomorrow, to see if it's real or not. I hope not, maybe it's just my imagination. Even if it's real, I still can't do anything. The boy's a human for god sake! The next thing I know I'll be charged for bloody kidnapping the boy! Maybe he'll also hate me since America also hates- Uh, I'm starting to get depressed. Better finish my work then head straight to bed.'

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"I tell you bro, there's definitely something wrong with Iggy." America declared to his brother while walking to his car.

"Why do you say that America? You always complained about how England being a 'stuffy, cranky, sentimental and stodgy old man'" Canada mimicked America's accent perfectly. "And when he's not doing any of the things mentioned, you say there's something wrong with him. What exactly do you want England to do…?"

"It's because it's ENGLAND that's why it's weird, you know how he is. You've been under his care before, you should know." America said as if he's stated the obvious.

"I think you're being too hard on England." Completely took note of America avoidance of the word colony or brother when they're talking about England in private.

"Maybe he got captured by aliens and the England we see today at the meeting is the alien in disguise!" America ignored Canada's previous statement. "Com' on, join the hero as we fight to save Iggy from the alien!"

"Or maybe he's just tired and can't be bothered with you or France so he ignored both of you, and went back to his hotel room and sleep." Sighed Canada, sometimes even he can't his own brother enthusiasm. It always wears him out, get blamed for America's work or his brother just completely forgets about him and leave.

"Maybe… but I'm not convinced"

"Just wait until tomorrow, and if England is still acting different you can go ahead with your plan." He really didn't want to get involve with America's plans.

"Fine…" America finally agreed with a sulky pout.

Canada felt like a weight has just been lifted off his shoulder, he relaxed himself failing to notice a certain glint in America's eyes when he's plotting something.

AN: Give suggestions? Pls? Flames are welcome I guess? As long as it's helpful. If you have any ideas thats helpful pls review to me. There will be random genre every chapter, depends on my mood.

(1) If its not clear, see episode 1