That night on his way to Russia's house concerning the fate of post war Europe, England was caught in a terrible storm seeking cover he knocked on the nearest a door. A large-ish house with only what appeared to be the front room's light on. As he approached he heard the obnoxious laugh of the ''Awesome one'' –Prussia. 'Well' he sighed ''It had to be him didn't it?'' Thinking for a second to carry on Russia, wasn't too far as he'd to live in his side of Germany for the time being. This thought was immediately canceled by the door swinging open and a gloved hand grabbing his jacket and pulling him seconds before a bolt of lightning to strike a nearby tree. In the moment of confusion, England drew his sword a habit he'd kept from the war and useful when dealing with Russia's sister Belarus who would kill to keep her brother to herself. There had even been one time when Britain had to jump through a second floor window to escape her and her knives. Being a gentlemen he payed for the damages and apologized to Ukraine whose bedroom window it had been.

Now after being pulled back to the present he saw Austria looking straight at him in a confused welcome. ''Vhat are you doing here England?'' the Pianist asked quickly removing his soaked jacket leaving him in his military uniform and officers cap. '' Oh I was just on my way to a meeting with Russia and well you saw how the weather turned ''

''Yes'' he replied ''Rather sudden indeed'' '' I assume you'll be staying the night with nowhere else to go ?''

England surprised by his former adversary's sudden generosity slipped from his gentlemanly pedestal to reply '' what are you sure ? I've gotten nothing else to wear''

''Nonsense'' came the reply ''you can borrow my clothes if you need to ''

''I don't think so old chap'' England chuckled as he stretched to full height you see this war had made much Britain much stronger and so he'd grown a couple of inches coming to the point he could look Russia in the eye and have a chance in a fistfight but he was still Russia so few dared either. His final height enabled him to see over Austria and peer into the next room and saw Prussia drinking.

'' Shall we join him?'' England asked

''Them'' Austria corrected

''Them? Who are the others?''

''Well there's Hungary, Prussia and his Sister we were having a get together after the war''

''Ah I see are there any negative feeling they might express to me?'' He knew Austria wouldn't they'd never fought against one another in the past war so remained friends thereafter. Germany though was a completely different story he'd fought her all over Europe and Africa. They'd each won their fair share of battles and so respected each other but this respected didn't translate to being welcomed when turning up unannounced during a family get together.

'' I'm not sure England but please make yourself known Prussia still likes you from you're France beating days and Hungary's in a similar position to me so don't worry about her. Germany's the one to watch.''