Summery: Canada travels to England's for a routine meeting, concerning the governing of his country. He thought he had escaped the commotion that accompanied living with England. However, Canada finds himself thrown straight back into the drama, which occurs when several melodramatic colonies, a disruptive older brother, disorderly uncles and a strict father figure all converge under one roof. Family is never simple.

Authors Note: Set in 1840s and primarily features Canada

Chapter 1: Colonies: Part 1

"CANADA!"

Canada startled, bracing himself on instinct just in time to catch the brown blur, which crashed into his midsection almost bowling him over. Nevertheless, his breath left him in a quick whoosh, causing him to stumble against the doorframe. Canada blinked down at the kid now fixed to his waist, recognizing the distinctive brown, windswept hair of Australia.

"Australia," Canada coughed as air retuned to his lungs, "It's good to see you too," and defiantly not what he had been expecting when he had been summoned to England's country manor. In fact he had expected the house to be empty save for England himself, seeing as Australia resided on the other side of the world.

Australia let go of his midsection and scuffled back grinning at him, allowing Canada to get a good look at him. There was a definite difference, he still looked young but defiantly was not a little child anymore, appearing to be at that stage when he was mostly arms and legs. He had also shot up since their last meeting now reaching just under his chest, which was a huge growth spurt considering he had been waist height at their last meeting.

"Canada! England didn't say you were coming over. When did you get here? What are you doing here? This is great!" As per usual Australia greeted him with a stream of questions, throwing manners out the window. It was good to see that some things had not changed.

"Australia, I'm right in front of you there is no need to yell," Canada smiled. Australia seemed even louder than before…if that was possible.

"Sorry," Australia said not sounding the least bit sorry, "How long are you staying?"

Canada patted Australia's head, attempting to calm him and confirming that Australia was indeed a lot taller. Smiling apologetically, Canada said with some reluctance, "I am really just here to meet with England and I truly do need to get back…" he stopped himself short of completing the sentence upon seeing Australia's falling expression.

Canada quickly amended, "but I guess I can stay for a day or two." His country would be fine without him for that long at least. And he had promised to share stories about his own home the next time they met. Curse his weak spot for sad faces.

Australia immediately perked up.

"That's great I've a load of cool things to show you," he practically buzzed. "You would not believe the sorts of animal's I found. It was just like you said there are cool animals everywhere," Australia continued on, slurring his words.

That's right. He remembered telling a younger Australia to find some cool animals to show him, attempting to cheer him after England had unceremoniously announced he would be moving to his own continent. It was a big change for a colony who had spent their childhood living with England, to go off on their own, he would know, he had been in the same situation. However, he had not approved of England's cold, sink or swim, approach that he had adopted when it came to Australia and he wished he could have been a better help. But he had had his own problems to deal with, his own country to run and this was England they were talking about and little could change his mind.

"And everything was a lot bigger than I remembered and there is so much space. And desert there's a lot of that too." Australia rambled on through Canada's lapse in attention. He had forgotten how talkative the younger colony could be.

Canada frowned, noticing the smaller shadow at Australia's back, which appeared to hiding behind the taller Australia.

Australia paused, following Canada's gaze and stepped to the side to afford him a better view. Obviously younger, and with a mop of flatter blond hair, strongly resembling England, the child stood about waist height and was gripping onto Australia's messy cambric shirt.

"You remember New Zealand right." Australia asked in a tone that suggested that it was obvious he would remember the smaller child. Actually, Canada did not remember New Zealand and it took him several seconds to match the small child in front of him with the even smaller colony he had met once almost a decade ago. It had been a brief meeting around the end of the America's rebellion and everyone had been stressed so it was little wonder he forgot. New Zealand apparently didn't remember him either as he continued to skulk behind Australia despite the other's reassurances.

Australia, frowning in confusion, turned to New Zealand and said in what he probably thought was a low voice, "Hey Zea what's wrong?…this is Canada…you know…the nice one."

The nice one? Canada could not help but smile at that. It looked like Australia hadn't totally lost the cute factor with his growth, reminding Canada of why he liked kids so much. Sure he had been a bit awkward in the beginning but he liked to think that handling a young Australia had given him the groundwork to handle any kid.

"Don't worry he can be shy sometimes but I'm sure he'll like you," Australia said with the finality of the almost teen that he was, leaning in conspiratorially so New Zealand wouldn't hear them. He probably had heard because Australia still had yet to master the art of whispering. However, all New Zealand did was stare skeptically up at him.

Any further conversation was cut short by the sound of raised voices reverberating down from the floor above. All three of them stilled, attempting to discern what was being said. Canada gazed up in confusion, that had sounded like England. Was someone else here then? He had been under the impression that he would be the only one visiting England today.

He looked down, opening his mouth to ask Australia when his hand was suddenly gripped and he was forcefully pulled through several side doors and into the main kitchen. Several people jumped in fright as they entered but continued going about their work after seeing Australia. Australia let go of his hand and looked uneasy.

"What's wrong?" Canada asked as Australia shifted restlessly, giving him a not so subtle side-long look. The act seemed strange, conflicting with the open colony he remembered from years ago. After some more cautious glances and a shared grimace with New Zealand, Australia finally clued him in to the mystery.

"America arrived, before you did, England was really mad," Australia scanned the area as if expecting an angry England to come leaping out of the woodwork.

"They went up stairs, to England's office, to talk about territory and stuff."

Canada stilled. America was here?

Oh…geese, no wonder Australia looked tense. America and England under the same roof was not a good combination. He glanced upward with increased apprehension. Even he felt a bit uneasy now. America and him were not on the best of terms at the moment and he really did not want to see him any time soon. Perhaps it would be best if he left and came back later. He was lucky that neither England nor America had heard Australia's yelling and come to investigate.

"You're not going to leave are you?"

Australia had obviously noticed his furtive looks towards the ceiling and door. Was his discomfort that obvious or had Australia just become more observant since their last meeting? Pulling himself together, Canada squashed his urge to flee out the way he had come. What sort of brother figure would he be if he bailed at the first sign of trouble?

"Because Canada…I was wondering…since you're here… if you would take us out for, um, a walk or something,"

Canada would have to be a heartless bastard to say no to Australia's pleading eyes. He also knew that Australia only asked questions nicely/quietly when he was nervous or something was bothering him.

"We were going to go play near the stables but going out with you would be so much better." Australia paused.

"OK," Canada took a deep breath to calm his nerves, "that sounds fine we can go down to the Creek," It would work out, they could leave for several hours then return after America had left. That way there would be zero contact between the two of them and therefore no confrontations.

"Great!"

Australia grinned at him and even New Zealand appeared to have lost his suspicious glare, looking almost relieved. He had to wonder how many negative encounters with America they had had to make them both so anxious to leave.

Australia, who had been staring thoughtfully at him, suddenly snatched at his arm, looking like he had just had an idea.

"Wait here..." he let go and ran off before Canada could object to the action, leaving him to rub his forehead in exasperation. Had he ever been that energetic when he was young?

Canada glanced down at New Zealand, who looked just as startled by Australia's sudden departure.

Canada kneeled, "Hi, I'm Canada," he said in a soft voice, introducing himself properly. New Zealand looked uneasy and Canada could not help but relate to that awkwardness, which one often felt upon meeting new Personifications. It was especially terrifying when you were young and had yet to properly establish a solid national identity. Seeing New Zealand's hesitation as a sign that he was not ready to talk, Canada straitened.

The silence stretched between them and was broken only by Australia's loud scuffles as he returned dragging two more Personifications. Canada gazed at the new development with some apprehension.

Australia pointed at the older one, "That's Singapore…he lives sort of close to me." Australia then gestured to the small black haired child, "That's Hong Kong. Got no idea where he came from."

Canada smiled at Australia's blunt introductions it appeared that Australia's deadpan personality had only grown since their last meeting. Canada examined each of the new comers.

Singapore was slightly taller than Australia, had cropped black hair and a distinctly eastern appearance immediately signifying him as a resident of the Asia Pacific. He was scowling at Canada, looking like he would rather be anywhere else but there. Canada hoped Australia had not forcefully dragged Singapore out to meet him. The second child was very young, probably the youngest of the four, and was also eastern in appearance. Canada was struck by the feeling that he had seen him somewhere before. Or maybe someone like him. He wracked his brain for several seconds trying to pin point the familiarity but eventually gave up upon seeing that his continued staring was causing Hong Kong some discomfort. To be honest he never really kept up with goings on in the East Asia region as very little of it effected him.

"Can they come with us?" Australia asked frankly, causing him to startle somewhat. Canada eyed the four of them with some trepidation. It was one thing to take Australia out without permission, as he knew Australia. But he had only met New Zealand once before and he didn't know Singapore or Hong Kong at all. If England's meeting with America put him in a bad mood, it probably would, and he found all his colonies missing, he would not be happy.

He hated making England mad especially recently with the political unrest in Europe putting him in such a bad mood. But… had he not just been thinking about how he could handle any child and he did like kids. Not to mention it would be best if they were out of the house in case England and America's meeting dissolved into violence. Also…it would not be right, to take Australia and New Zealand and leave the other two behind, so he might as well….

"OK… fine. But we need to be quiet." The statement was leveled more at Australia as he had yet to hear the other three make so much as a peep. Australia smiled and quickly bustled everyone out of the room, making Singapore grunt in annoyance and shove him away. Australia returned the shove and the two spent several seconds jostling at the kitchen door. New Zealand quickly slipped around them, waiting for Australia in the hall. Hong Kong just looked confused and his efforts to hide behind Singapore were met with the same cold disinterest he gave Australia. Canada sighed…what had he gotten himself into.

Canada ended up leaving a note with one of the cooks stating that he had taken the younger colonies too the river that ran down the back of the property. Since they were not leaving the premise their impromptu excursion should be fine.

"Australia don't forget your coat," Canada instructed in a whisper as they all crowded around the front door. It was getting cold outside seeing as it was the middle of autumn, which would affect Australia since he came from a warmer climate.

"Right!" Australia said, bounding down the hallway, returning with a coat for himself and an oversized jacket for New Zealand. Canada winced at his loudness. Singapore already had a coat on, which he was tugging at uncomfortably, leaving Canada to find something for Hong Kong. He ended up stripping of one of his under jackets and draping it over Hong Kong's shoulders. The piece of clothing was much too big for the smaller child and trailed along the ground behind him, causing him to stumble occasionally.

Finally, they made it out the door, walking quickly down the cartridge way. Canada took a deep breath, relishing the crispness of the air.

Australia bounced ahead, "Good to be out of that stuffy house. Only a stuffy old person would like living there."

In his enthusiasm he accidently bumped Singapore who said something in a language Canada didn't recognize to which Australia responded with an irate string of words in the same language.

Canada raised an eyebrow and Australia, knotting the attention, flushed, looking embarrassed.

"You can understand," Canada gestured at Singapore who was deliberately ignoring them.

"Not really," Australia mumbled, scratching the back of his head, "I mean I only know a few sentences and stuff."

He guested it wasn't so surprising that Australia picked up bits and pieces of language from the counties in his region especially considering that all personifications naturally leant language fast.

Australia fixed Singapore with an accusatory glare, "He just refuses to speak English. It's driving England up the wall." Singapore let out a hash few worlds looking angry.

"Your gonna get us both in trouble," Australia snapped. Canada glanced between them, concluding that Singapore could at least understand some English even if he refused to speak it. It was obvious that there was more going on and Canada decided, for the moment, that it would be best to give him space. And yes… not speaking English…was something that got on England's nerves. He would know, having experienced many a lecture himself when he had accidently spoken French in England's presence. Canada couldn't help but be relieved that he had left the drama, which came with living with England, behind. And speaking of not living with England, Canada turned to Australia.

"So last I heard you were in Australia. Why did England bring you back to live with him…not in trouble I hope." Canada asked, intent on getting some answers.

"No way," Australia exclaimed, scrunching up his face and considering the question.

"We're here cause England beat up France and he now has time to teach us some more stuff," Australia finally stated, not looking completely happy about the turn of events.

"Especially since they don't know anything," He gestured at Hong Kong and Singapore, a note of accusation colouring his voice.

"It's only supposed to be for a couple of mouths then I get to go home. Them two have to stay longer though," he continued with an air of smugness.

"Well that's good I suppose," Canada responded, feeling a twinge of worry at the mention of France. He had not heard from him in such a long time and that had him worried. France had always seemed more affectionate, doubly so after the American Revolution seemed to pretty much drain all compassion out of England. In some ways he had probably idealized his years living with France as he was sure there had been some issues. Nevertheless, he always considered them some of the best years of his life despite how much he had loved growing up with America. With depression, the Napoleonic wars and all the unrest in Europe, he hoped France was OK. Canada pushed the depressing issue from his mind, turning back to Australia.

"I'm sure you will be back in your country in no time," he reassured. It was good that Australia was beginning to connect with his home, considering how devastated he had been when he had first left. He knew he had trouble connecting with his own land when he moved out of England's place.

"I guess," Australia did not look completely convinced.

Canada smiled, "Just finish your work and try to stay out of trouble and the time will practically fly by."

Australia grimaced at the 'finish your work line,' confirming that Australia still harbored a hatred for written activity. As Australia opened his mouth to reply to his advise he was distracted by New Zealand, who was tugging at his sleeve, and he turned away from Canada.

Hong Kong, who was trailing behind them, following several steps behind Singapore, seemed to be having trouble keeping up. He occasionally tripped over Canada's borrowed jacket and did not look happy. Canada slowed his pace, allowing Australia and New Zealand to walk slightly ahead.

Upon arrival at the river Australia immediately kicked off his shoes and went dashing through, what must have been, freezing cold water. Singapore, sat as far away from them as Canada let him, leaning against a tree and folding his arms behind his head. New Zealand was more cautious, standing on the bank, pocking about in the reeds. A few moments later he pulled up a frog, which he showed to Australia, they then debated what sort of frog it might be, following it as it hopped along the bank. Young country personifications were odd kids. Eventually, Australia grew tired of the activity and began jumping from bank to bank across the water.

A few seconds of Australia bouncing around like a hyperactive jumping jack seamed to bring New Zealand out of his shell. Soon they were both yelling and running through the water like maniacs. Apparently, New Zealand's shy behavior was only due to his presence and was not his usual way of acting.

"Your Spain and I'm England."

"You're always England," New Zealand whined, crossing his arms

"Because I'm taller so I make a better England,"

"My hair is blonder,'

"Is not."

"Is too,"

"Well, everyone knows that England's hair was darker when he fought Spain,"

"Really," New Zealand seemed fascinated by this new piece of obviously incorrect information. Obvious to him at least, apparently New Zealand was still at that stage where he believed anything that came out of an older persons mouth. And considering how dependent he was on Australia it was little wonder he believed him. Canada could remember similar incidences from his own childhood in which America convinced him of some random untrue fact.

They both picked up sticks and proceeded to mock sword fight with Australia giving himself a string of outrageous advantages, ranging from the ability to be in two places at once and time travel.

Smiling at their antics, Canada pulled out the small role of dried meat he kept on him as a snack, chewing on a piece as he kept and eye on the four younger colonies. The weather, despite being a bit chilly, was calming and the sun had a warm glow. Brown leaves occasionally fluttered past his head reminding him of his small mountain cabin which he frequented when in need of peace and quiet.

Hong Kong, who had initially sat down beside Singapore, was slowly inching closer to the action until he was a few meters from Canada's side. Canada smiled and once again introduced himself as he had done with New Zealand.

"Hello, I'm Canada,"

Australia may have introduced the two colonies to him but he had failed to give Canada's name in return. Hong Kong looked at him, unsure. Instead of trying to coax anymore conversation out of the kid Canada offered him a piece of dried meat, which, after several seconds of staring, he took. With food in hand Hong Kong shuffled closer to Canada, continuing to eye Australia and New Zealand's game with longing.

Time to play kiddy matchmaker Canada thought.

"Australia!"

Australia spun around upon hearing his name, running over, New Zealand following a few paces behind.

"What's up," he grinned, panting slightly from all the actively.

"How about you get Hong Kong to play,"

Australia looked hesitant but after looking back at Canada a few times turned to Hong Kong, sighing.

"Come on then,"

Canada ended up having to give Hong Kong a push to get him moving.

"You can be," Australia frowned, attempting to remember another country's name.

"France, " he finally settled on, handing Hong Kong a stick.

Hong Kong spent several seconds staring at the stick in amazement, giving it an experimental wave. Australia began to explain the rules but Hong Kong obviously misunderstood something as he was soon running back and forth thrashing his stick around violently, smiling. It would have been more threatening save for the fact that Australia was twice his size and even New Zealand stood at least a head taller.

After failing to stop Hong Kong's rampage Australia settled for yelling, "Watch out he's gone rouge." He then began to run around acting sacred. New Zealand followed his example and soon Hong Kong was chasing them back and forth across the grass.

The wind rustled the grass and Canada leaned back on the hill's incline, tucking his hands under his head and calling his mission to get Hong Kong involved in the other's game a success.

An hour or two passed and Canada continued to maintain his watch over the colonies. Australia, leaving New Zealand and Hong Kong, went exploring further up the river. Canada sat up as Australia got further away, keeping an eye on the wondering kid.

"Australia, stay where I can see you," he called when he got too far. Australia looked around at him and thankfully did not retreat any further down river. He was pretty sure that Australia could handle himself but he rather be safe than sorry.

Canada signed in relief and relaxed back down only to come face to face with Hong Kong who was giving him an intense stare. Silently, the child pointed at the pack of dried meet, appearing hopeful. Canada smiled and offered the food again. The notion of a snack brought all three to him and he held out the box.

"This is awesome. Thanks Canada." Australia grinned. He then picked out a piece, looked at it thoughtfully for a moment and lobbed it in Singapore's direction. The jerky flew through the air in a spiraling arc, smacking Singapore in the side of the head.

A stream of angry yelling followed the action.

"It's food dumbass," Australia shouted back, interrupting whatever Singapore was saying.

"Australia," Canada intone a note of warning in his voice, there was no need to be mean.

"Sorry," Australia looked down sheepishly.

After some more yelling Singapore settled down again, this time with his back facing them.

After eating Australia and New Zealand continued to play by the river, leaving Hong Kong behind who appeared far too tired to continue. Canada watched the other's eyes slowly shut and the child slump to the side until he was leaning against his arm.

Canada looked down at the sleeping Hong Kong. For him to tier out so quickly…too the point where he needed to physically sleep…he must be very young. When he extended his senses Canada could feel the subtle movement of energy, flowing between Hong Kong and where ever he came from. It was very weak and disturbingly shaky, confirming that Hong Kong was indeed either very young or not very influential. Probably both.

The appearance of a country was not always a good indicator of their literal age. Putting aside the fact that most Personifications plateaued out in their late twenties and usually did not age over forty, growth, both physical and mental, for younger nations was slow and depended, in part, on the development of their country, government and people. He had assumed Hong Kong was young from his shyness, it was hard start international relations, but he had thought he was more like New Zealand and only shy because of his own presence. But it appeared that Hong Kong really was just very young, as in, formed within the last few years, young. And yet he had not adopted England's appearance or a similar one, meaning England, though he might have been the first to find Hong Kong, had not been the dominant factor in his very early development.

So Canada was currently holding an extremely young colony that England had probably stolen away from his territory in order to circumnavigate another country's influence.

What the heck had England been doing! Australia and even New Zealand were stable and setting strong foundations for their continued growth as colonies, perhaps even countries one day. Hong Kong was young, barely having developed a base personality, probably barely qualifying as a colony. Such a drastic change could really mess up a young personification. It made him uneasy, the thought that the child in his arms could fade from existence at a moments notice.

"Hey Canada, look at this."

Canada jerked his head, snapping out of his reprieve to see Australia trotting up on his left. He blinked in disbelief, pausing in alarm to take in the other's appearance.

Somehow in his moments of inattention Australia had gotten himself covered in mud. Where the mud had come from was anyone guess. Great, Canada mentally sighed, that meant he would have to get him cleaned before going inside. It should not be too hard if they used the back entrance near the kitchen.

Hopefully, England would not notice.

"It's pretty cool isn't it," tearing his eyes away from Australia's mud- splattered face he glanced down at the creature Australia was holding in a mud covered hand. Australia shoved the ridiculously long worm into his personal space to allow him a better look. Canada leaned away carful not to wake Hong Kong.

Canada eyed the creature. It was certainly interesting.

"That is a very long worm Australia," he eventually commented, smiling, "But perhaps it would be happier back in the ground where it belongs,"

"I know," Australia grinned, "Just wanted to show you," he lowered the worm, "You can find even bigger ones in the waterholes back home." The pride in his voice made him smile despite the fact that it was about worms.

"Auss," New Zealand was tugging at Australia's shirt, "I want to see." Australia turned away from him and handed the worm to New Zealand. Luckily, New Zealand seemed to have exercised common sense and avoided getting dirt all over him. He had also spoken his Canada's presence meaning he was getting more comfortable around him.

"I think it is time we head back," Canada said. Before anything else happened, he added silently. Carefully, Canada picked up the sleeping Hong Kong. He then shifted him into a more comfortable position, holding him against his chest so his head rested on his solder.

"Can't we stay a bit longer," Australia complained.

Canada held up his free hand, "If we stay too long England might notice our absence and get angry. And you need to wash off before going inside." Canada leaned forward and wiped some of the mud off Australia's face with his sleeve to emphasize his point. Australia looked disappointed and a bit put off by the idea of a bath but did not argue further. He seemed to understand that Canada was not the one with the final say in matters concerning England. Thus, the five of them headed back from the creek. Australia running ahead, racing with New Zealand, Singapore training behind them and Canada carrying the sleeping Hong Kong. Overhead the sun began its journey towards the horizon.

Finally, they rounded the bend and the manor came into view. Canada sighed, maybe this outing would end without incident and they could all enjoy a relaxing afternoon. However, no sooner had he thought these words, sounds of conflict quickly proved them untrue. Muffled shouting came form the house along several loud thuds and a crash. America couldn't still be here could he? Canada eyed the door in apprehension. A loud bang caused all four of them to jump. His question was soon answered when the door was violently flung open revealing a familiar figure, who was obviously having a shouting match with the person behind him.

America burst from then house in a flurry of movement, bouncing the door of its hinges.

"…WITH A CONTROLLING BASTARD LIKE YOU!" America yelled over his shoulder stomping across the lawn.

"After everything I have done for you the least you could do is SHOW SOME GRATITUDE!" England flung the doors open again, storming out after America.

The two countries glared at each other, tension rolling of them in waves. There was that odd feeling of discord in the air which often accompanied a confrontation between two powerful Personifications. America appeared to be about to yell another response when he spotted Canada standing across the way. He froze, expression of anger faltering for a millisecond as their eyes met.

"YOU KNOW WHAT. FUCK YOU!" America shouted back to England, eyes still lingering on Canada.

"OH YES, VERY MATURE! I SUPPOSE WE CAN CONTIUNE THIS FINE DEBATE ANOTHER TIME,"

America spun around to face England, "FINE," he roared, stalking off away from the house.

As America past them he gave Canada a longing look, which warped into an expression of betrayal. Canada scowled, it wasn't his fault America picked fights with England.

He watched America storm off in the direction of the property boundary. So much for avoiding America.

England stood on the porch, glaring at America's retreating form, before turning to them, surprise evident in his expression. His eyes narrowed slightly as he examined the five of them.

Australia, New Zealand and Singapore all moved behind him in an attempt to hide. Canada startled, what did they think he could do to? With no small amount of trepidation Canada watched England walk towards them.

History:

WARNING: HEAVY WIKIPEDIA ABUSE

Authors Note: OK, in case you were wondering and missed the authors note at the beginning, this is set around 1840-1850.

Singapore:

. There are mentions of Singapore as an important Malacca Sultanate trading post as well as a Tai vassal state date in the early 1500s.

. In the late 16th early 17th century Singapore becomes an outpost of both the Dutch and Porchagees until the British Empire took primarily control in the late 17th century. So I guess Singapore comes into existence sometime between the 15th century and early 1700s.

. The Anglo-Dutch Treaty of 1824 cemented the status of Singapore as a British possession.

Australia:

. 1770 Cook discovers Australian landmass and claims it for the British Empire. Settlement begins in the 1780s

New Zealand:

. Began settlement in the early 1800s

Hong Kong

. 20 January 1841: Convention of Chuenpee: Preliminary cession of Hong Kong Island to the United Kingdom. Primarily established to trade with China.

America

"The rebellious brother"

. The American Revolution was a political upheaval that took place between 1765 and 1783 during which the Thirteen American Colonies broke from the British Empire and formed an independent nation, the United States of America.

"To talk about territory and stuff"

. In case you were wondering what England and America were discussing and then fighting over…

. Despite having declared independence from Brittan there still remained disputed territory between the two countries

- In 1844-48 the two nations had overlapping claims to Oregon. The area was largely unsettled, meaning there was relatively little fighting, making it easy to end the crisis in 1848 by a compromise that split the region evenly, with British Columbia to Great Britain, and Washington, Idaho, and Oregon to America.

Europe:

"Unrest in Europe,"

Why is England always stressed? Because there is always some shit going down in Europe, impacting trade, foreign relations and thus the stability of England itself.

. This specifically refers to the 'The European Revolutions of 1848:" which were a series of political upheavals throughout Europe in 1848:

Over 50 countries were affected, but with no coordination or cooperation among the revolutionaries in different countries.