Please Read First: This is actually an old story, as in from 2011. I wrote this for the Hetalia Kink meme and it's incomplete. There are 15 chapters completed (I'm posting two chapters together, so there should be 6 more updates). I haven't written for Hetalia in over a year, so I don't think it will ever be completed. But I wanted to post what I have here to be able to keep track of it since the kink meme moved. So please keep that in mind. Maybe one day I will, but it's very unlikely. I tried fixing as many mistakes as I could, but this is still un-beta.

"Alfred you have to come and see this!" The young colony turned around to see one of his friends make his way towards him. The brunet boy was grinning widely, by the time he made it to America's side, he was also out of breath.

Alfred frowned. "What's wrong John?" It was rare for the other boy to run out here, specially when he was meant to be working at his father's store. "You aren't in trouble again, are you?"

The other boy shook his head, finally catching his breath. "You said you wanted to know if any ships arrived to the harbor, right." America started at the other boy for a moment, before he too grinned. It couldn't be that he'd finally come to visit him.

It had been months since he'd last seen England. Sometimes he even feared that the other wouldn't be able to make it, would be unable to come. Be it because he was busy back home or even forgot about him. But then he remembered that England had promised that he would always come back to see him.

That's why America knew that England would come. This was the first ship to arrive this month and America was hoping that his mentor was on it.

He quickly made his way to the harbor, on foot. It wasn't far from his home. He would be able to make it there in an hour or less.

The harbor was filled with family members and merchants. America even recognized some soldiers, probably still I the colonies after the war.

The war, they'd won, alongside the British. Now America could show his mentor how strong he really was. He was no longer that small child.

Yet with all the people, America was unable to find the Empire. Feeling disappointed he returned home after the sun had fallen.

He frowned as he started ta the sealing above. It had been almost five years since he'd last seen the European nation. The colony covered his head. He felt almost like crying, but didn't. He wasn't a child anymore. England was probably very busy and that's why he hadn't been able to sneak away to see him.

Sleep came late that night. By the time the next morning had arrived America was in a better mood. The maids were outside, doing the laundry. Since America himself didn't have anything to do, he picked his musket and began to clean it.

He worked on the weapon for almost half an hour when noise outside caught his attention. Probably passing merchants or just travelers, the help would take care of them if they needed anything. America then returned to the work at hand.

Until finally someone pulled the door open and walked inside. America had been standing close enough to the door to see the other person and quickly recognized who it was.

"England!" America quickly put the weapon away and ran to help the other man. England was smiling until he finally got a better look of the colony. America had grown, he'd grown so much. He stood there, mouth slightly open as he took in the changes.

America didn't seem to notice the other's look of surprise. He was far too glad to see his mentor at last. "You came."

'You'd grown.' England thought to himself as he looked at the (now taller than him) colony. It was difficult to get letters across the Atlantic. He hadn't been able to write to the other as much as head wanted. But given the first chance he got, he found a ship to the colonies and had made the long trip to see his American colony.

But he hadn't expected to see him so grown up. Last time he'd seen America, he had been but a boy. He had even picked the small boy up before getting on the ship. Now America could be the one picking him up.

"You've changed…"

America started at the other man in confusion. "Huh?" Changed? He was still the same person.

"You've grown," England rectified, "You're so big. So fast…I didn't."

At that America finally laughed. "Of course I've grown. It has been five years England."

"Yes of course, is just." He hadn't expected for him to grow up so fast. He couldn't have expected for the other to have such an early grow sprout. His northern neighbor still didn't look any older than ten maybe eleventh.

"What's that?" America pointed to the large box England had been carrying.

"Oh. Some gifts, mostly tea." England finally said. Recovering from the surprise he'd received.

"Awesome! I'll get the maid to prepare some." America wasn't as fond of the drink as the British nation was, but he knew how happy it made England when they had tea together. That was the reason why he also ate his food, no matter how bad it tasted and how many times he burnt it.

"That would be nice." England was tired from the long trip. He would have prepared the drink himself, if he didn't want to just seat down. Seen America hadn't helped.

"For how long are you staying?" America finally asked when the two of them were sitting in the parlor.

England placed the cup down. He didn't really have an exact date. "I'm hoping for at least a month." Seen America had been a wakeup call. America was growing fast. England wanted to make sure that everything was well with the boy. He'd missed so much, he'd missed seen him grow into a young man. There was little he could do now.

America was exited to know that England wouldn't be leaving right away. "I may have to go into town tomorrow. I have to meet with the governor."

"Huh?" The America looked up from his cup. "Already?" England had just arrived and already he had work.

"I'll try to get back as soon as I can." The happiness quickly drained away. America hoped this wasn't how England's stay was going to be. He'd been hoping to have a chance to spent time with him. I(t was just like England to get away from work back in Europe, only to find more work in the colonies.

"I have to do this." England tried to explain. America simply shook his head and said nothing. "Maybe you can come with me?"

America thought this over. Every month it was his job to visit the governor, governors from the other colonies even wrote to him. He wasn't exactly fond of them. They were boring and his mind always drifted away from them. But going would mean expending time with England. He still needed to get some things from town, also to talk to John.

"I'll accompany England." America finally said. He could sneak away to talk to his friend if the meeting got too long.

England smiled as the two finished their tea in silence. That night England had almost tucked the other into bed. But before he did it, he was quickly reminded America no longer needed that.

"England?" The Empire nation was awakened from his thoughts by his colony calling him from his room. Walking into the room he noticed that this too had changed. The usual toys had been tugged away. At least it was still as messy as he remembered.

"Yes, America." England stayed by the door. He'd seen the colony in his underclothes many times before. But this was different now. America was no longer a child. He was a young man, a handsome one at that. As he hated himself for thinking it, it was undeniable.

"Aren't you going to kiss me goodnight?" It was such an innocent thing to ask. England had kissed to boy before sleep many times before. He stepped closer and planted a quick kiss on the other blonde's forehead.

"Goodnight, may the faeries protect you in your dreams." England smiled down at the colony bellow.

"You still believe in those things, old man?" America smirked. England now blushed in anger, but chose to ignore the boy. Apparently the changes hadn't just been physical. The younger blonde continued to laugh, even after England had finally stepped away.

England picked the candle up and blew the light out. Stepping out of the room, he then returned to his own room.

He was unable to sleep that night. Something was changing between him and the colony. Something he couldn't right now explain.

The meeting was exactly as boring as America had expected it to be. After almost three hours of sitting down in a chair, listening two the other two men talk, he was ready to leave. As much as he wanted to spent time with England, he just wasn't made for long meetings.

Moving closer to the Empire, America whispered to his ear that he wanted something to eat. England nodded in understanding and the British colony stood up and left. He knew there was a small place close by. A tavern, that served some of the best food found in the Bostonian city. If America was lucky he would even find John in there.

He enjoyed admiring the servers. The owners had two daughters, which brought in a large percentage of the costumers. America thought they looked nice enough, but it felt completely wrong to think of his people in such a way. So he tried to avoid such thoughts.

The place was already busy with drinking, hungry sailors. Everyone was talking loudly and even now and then someone would sing off sync. Overall there was an air of good mood and cheerfulness.

America didn't usually visit these places. He was usually busy in the manor or visiting the other colonies. Since his mentors went with him to those places, they didn't exactly approve of him visiting such low establishments. He probably had only been able to come today because England didn't know where he was going.

John was nowhere to be found in the establishment. But America did notice someone else. People didn't really stand out much in these places. They were mostly dirty sailors and sometimes even a couple of soldiers.

But there was a reason why America had noticed the other. It was a girl. America knew the sisters; he'd seen them many times before in town. They weren't easy to miss. The woman sitting in one of the corners, celebrating with the other men happily, wasn't one of them.

Her brown hair was pulled back. She was wearing a blue cape over her shoulders. She was speaking English, but it was hard to understand. America quickly recognized her as French. He'd met enough French soldiers during the war to recognize it.

Blue, a darker shade than America's own (almost purplish even), roamed the room until finally settling on him. America's breath hitched. The woman looked strangely familiar, thought he couldn't exactly remember where he'd seen her before.

The woman smiled and mouthed something. But America was too far to hear her. He quickly turned to look away. He didn't know why, but there was something different about her.

Almost the same feeling he got when he was around England and Canada. Or even that time he'd accidentally encountered Spain while visiting the Southern colonies.

Could it be that this person was also a country?

If that was true, should America inform England about it? He wasn't exactly sure what to do. He hadn't given many chances to meet other countries. Even with some of them colonizing parts of his land. England had always acted over protective of him. Even with his strength, America had never directly fought against another nation and he'd been quite small back then.

America's thoughts where finally interrupted when his food was placed before him. Along with a drink he was sure he hadn't asked for.

"I didn't…" American pointed to the beverage.

Mary, who was indeed one of the sisters, nodded towards the corner. America noticed that the woman was gone. But she had paid for his drink apparently before leaving.

Mary was gone too, leaving America to his thoughts. He ate his food and even drank the whole thing. He wasn't used to drinking, so the beverage left him a bit tipsy. It had been stronger than he'd expected. With some difficulty he tried to make his way back to England.

He decided to wait for England outside. He didn't want the other country seen him in such an embarrassing state. Hopefully by the time England was done, the fresh air would have helped him sober up.

Not even ten minutes had gone by before America was forced to stand up, running to the side of the building to dispose of the content of his stomach. He would have killed for some water right there. But he wasn't feeling well enough to go anywhere else to get some.

If he went into the building he could risk coming across England, who wouldn't be very happy to find him in such a state.

Going back to his previous sitting position, America rested his head against the building. Without even realizing it, sleep overtook him.

When England finally left the building, he found the colony lying on the ground, head resting against the building. He walked towards the colony, touching his fest. He was near enough to smell the fading familiar scent of alcohol.

Frowning, he finally shook the American awake. "Alfred." In public they always preferred to use each other's human names.

America groaned, but finally began to react. Opening his eye he looked up at the Empire, who was now standing again. It took him a moment to focus. He hadn't even noticed he'd fallen asleep, but now awake he could feel the growing headache.

"England?" The boy sounded so innocent, like he didn't know what he'd done. He probably didn't. No matter how much older he looked, it seemed like America still acted as a child.

"What are you doing? Sleeping here, outside where anyone can see you." What people would say troubled England. But he was more worried about someone trying to rob the sleeping boy or worse. The colonies were not above such acts and violence.

"Sorry Arthur, I didn't mean to fall asleep out here. I was just waiting for you." America said; he still wasn't fully awake. The headache wasn't helping at all. He also had a sudden urge to throw out all he'd eaten that day.

"You drank." It wasn't a question. America feeling slightly more awake could now see the look of anger and disappointment on the British nation.

America looked away, feeling trapped. He had known England wouldn't have approved of him drinking. He didn't even known why he'd accepted the drink. Maybe it had been curiosity. He'd never done anything like it and the trill had been too tempting. But now facing England, he felt like the child he'd been years ago.

"I…well, kind of. But I didn't buy it," America tried to defend himself, "someone bought me the drink and I just couldn't say no. It would have been rude." It'd just been a drink. His first one, that's probably why he hadn't been able to handle it that well.

England still wasn't convinced. But this wasn't the place to scold the colony. He grabbed the other's hand, to lead and support him, and began to make their way towards the carriage.

"I hope you don't go around accepting drinks all the time. All disoriented like this you could get hurt." Once in the carriage England wasn't holding back.

America, who was now looking embarrassed, couldn't even look at him in the eye. "I've learnt my lesson. I'm never drinking again."

England couldn't help but feel slightly sorry for the colony. "When we get home, I'm preparing you a good cup of tea; it should help with the pain."

"I'm going to sleep until tomorrow." America laid his head on the Englishman's lap. The movement from the carriage was starting to make him feel sick again. He didn't notice as the Empire went rigid.

"You should, tomorrow is going to be a long day."

"Why?" The colony asked, not looking up.

"The governor is holding a feast and has invited us as guests of honor." America did look up now, England sighted, noticing the look of horror on his face. "Yes, you have to attend."

"Great." If there was a thing America hated, it was attending fancy feasts. "Do I have to wear…?"

"Yes you have to dress up formally." America didn't bother to hide his disappointment. "You should get used to it. It is something you'll have to do as an adult, as a nation." Or in America's case, as a British colony.

"I know, but I don't have to enjoy it."