This story is about how England met America and how they ended up currently and beyond...there are some changes though.^w^
All rights go to Axis Powers: Hetalia.
There are some scenes that are related to the show/manga i do not own any of them.
The Day We Met
Prologue
"Wahhh, Seriously you guys this isn't funny anymore…Wahh…I-t…It's so mean and cruel, and stupid." Finland cried, sitting on a grassy hill. It was a sunny day; the sun shined brightly causing the river across from Finland to seem crystal-clear. There were two other people with him, in fact two older gentlemen. One was tall with blonde hair that went to his shoulders and the other slightly smaller than the tall man. He also had blonde hair but it was kept short. He had weird eyebrows as well, and their names were England (Britain) and France, he sat there watching them as tears ran down his face. England and France were knees deep in the river trying to catch fish for sport, but to no avail none were there.
"Ugh, tell us what happened to you Finland?" France sighed with a deep French accent, as he tried to grab a fish that quickly swam by his ankles. They didn't bring fishing rods or anything along with them. Just their hands, and that's what they decided to use.
"Did you get your head stuck in the butter churn again?" asked Britain, who wasn't really catching anything; in fact he was just standing in the river, with France watching the poor chap struggle around in the water. Even though France kept trying and never giving up. Finland continued to cry, leaving the other two feeling awkward just by being around him. But this was typical Finland…
"No, nothing like that, it…It's just the Netherlands. I-I built a villa in America with Sweden, but then stupid Netherlands beat us up, and took away our villa." He sniffled, as he in the fetal position, while rubbing away his tears with his hands. France and Britain no longer cared. But to only stop and stare at him with the 'You're So Pathetic' look written on both their faces.
"Wow, that's really embarrassing" said Britain, when suddenly France was still…focused.
Splash!
"Hé, look I caught a fish, with my hands…" he smiled, struggling with the wet slippery fish in his hands. When both Britain and France thought, (This whole country will be mineanyways) looking at the still crying Finland. After a couple of minutes have passed he finally stopped crying and said, "There's something else that's bugging me…" he looked up over to France and Britain and waited to see if he could continue. France and Britain nodded giving him the sure sign to go on.
"…A mysterious little boy has been showing up from time to time. Nobody knows him from the villages, and the neighboring towns are at least a day away. I'm afraid the Netherlands will find the boy and do something terrible to him…" He paused, but then continued "…He's a scary dude." Finland whimpered, remembering all the bad memories that he had with the time and the Netherlands.
"Huh, a little boy? Why would he be by himself all the way out here in the wilderness?" Britain asked confused. He stood their pondering over the thought while France 'wrestled' for his trophy.
"Exactly my point, that's why we thought the whole thing, was kinda weird" replied Finland, also confused about the whole idea. Everyone went silent shortly after...At least until France chimed in.
"Hold on, oh merde my fish…" the defenseless fish finally slipped through his wet slippery hands and dove back into its home. But France continued anyway, "…You say he came from Sweden right?" France asked, looking over at Finland with his blue eyes.
"Yeah, that's right. He's a cute little kid" Finland said, trying to wrap his head around what France was trying to say, Britain was also thinking about it as well.
"Do you think it could be possible, that he is related to one of us?" asked France, waiting for them to answer his question.
"Um, I never considered that possibility" Finland whispered, staring down at his shoes.
"A kid like that all alone in the new world. He might be…"
"…My little brother" They all said symontaniously, having a huge grin growing on each of their faces.
"Agh!" Both France and Britain yelled.
France and Britain glared at each other, and the simplest things could send them off the deep end. They just get irritated with each other too easily. Nothing mattered now, because the net second both each other had their hands wrapped around the others throat, and yelling at each other.
"There's no way he's your brother, he's mine for sure Frenchie!" he spat, into Frances face. France tightened his grip upon Britain's throat and retorted "Whatever, fancy pants!" an hour had passed when finally the two tired out and started to think rationally. Finland sat there not amused at all. His head rested on his hands as he waited for one of them to come up with a plan. But to his surprise neither of them said anything, so he sighed.
"Hey guys, why don't we go look for the boy?". France and Britain didn't break their gaze on each other and just crossed their arms.