A/N: Anyway guys, here's the sequel. Mind you, this is the only chapter I've written so far and I have no idea where it would head after this. I have a vague picture of some parts (including the ending) but nothing definite so far. If any of you would be kind enough to share some ideas though, I wouldn't be privy into taking them into account as well. Also, I don't have a beta to look over this story so forgive me if I've made many grammatical mistakes.

Oh! And special thanks to that anonymous reviewer who gave me an idea for this chapter. This is for you, dude/dudette!

Anyways, don't want to bring up your hopes by making the story too long with this note. Enjoy~

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm just a bedraggled college student having an escape from reality, not J.K. Rowling or Hidekaz Himaruya.

Contains: Slash (boy and boy love, for the newbies of the fan fiction world); AK/HP; awesome British Isle siblings (Scotland for now).

Very Much His

Chapter 1: Secrets Between Siblings

So many things have happened in the years that it wasn't surprising to see a bit of changes in the nations. Some would say that America started becoming a bit more responsible (especially after the reelection of Barack Obama) while others would notice that South Korea started becoming more popular in terms of mass media (who would have thought that all it took for South Korea to immerse himself in international affairs was making a few K-Pop music?). Canada was a bit more visible now (though there are instances in which the other nations will sit on him thinking his chair was empty) and Russia had toned down in the bloodthirstiness (not much, in some people's opinion). Prussia was finally influencing his younger brother on the strictness (it was now officially known that Germany wouldn't bite anyone's head off if you were just a few minutes late to meetings) and the Italian twins were now more involved with the Union. China was in a bit of a power play with the other eastern nations, the republic of South Sudan was finally being more recognized by the other nations in the Union, and Greece was getting healthier especially after his economy had crashed.

With so many things going on, others didn't notice that England too had changed…and not in the way that all the others would have expected…

A lot of nations didn't notice it, but the other British Isle siblings did. It was a very subtle change, they knew, but when you've grown up with the moody Brit, you'd notice even a slight change in the way he fixed his tea.

He was happier, they noted; a lot more agreeable, less of a stuck-up git, and now simply at peace not only with others but also with himself. It was amazing, the new sparkle in his eyes. It made the 4 siblings wonder just how blind the other nations are to their supposed Angelterre/Iggy/Opium-bastard/etc.

And the way he spent his free time! Damn, how could no one notice that? He wasn't spending much time in the pubs now and seldom will you find him in his house nowadays. Whenever he was given paperwork, he always did them immediately and efficiently as though he had some plans he couldn't and wouldn't miss. You'd never hear him complain about his job now, and always seemed to plan ahead when there were World Meetings just so that he could finish what needed to be finished and go out for some reason or another.

They suspect a second party in this arrangement but they didn't dare pry: firstly, because they didn't want to disturb this nice change Arthur had gone through and secondly, because they were afraid of pushing Arthur away now that he was letting them in.

But one thing's for sure: whatever or whoever was contributing to this change was already high up on the siblings' list.

This change however was made noticeable in one meeting.

It was inevitable, really. A secret doesn't stay a secret long, not when you're surrounded by nosy personifications of countries. And it wasn't as if England was making an effort in hiding his changes from the rest of them.

So when Scotland barged in on the meeting (which was useless really as not much work was done what with the drama each nation draws up in one occasion or another), the changes were somehow highlighted.

"Hey, Artie, someone sent ye' a letter by owl," Scott said, emphasizing on the strange manner of letter delivery.

It didn't really mean anything to the other nations (but it was strange, they mentally agreed), but it did to England who immediately rose from his seat and received the parcel.

The Brit waved his hand towards the others of the table, signaling to continue the meeting without him, and they did so with reluctance, but they couldn't dismiss the rather bright smile on the usually scowling face.

"What am I gonna do with you…?" he mumbled fondly, scratching the nape of his neck with his free hand as he finished reading the message in the letter.

His redheaded brother butt in, "Is this from…you-know-who?"

The blond Englishman snorted as though it was a joke but amicably replied, "Yeah." He then looked behind him (not seeing as how a few nearby curious nations immediately turned away, afraid of getting caught eavesdropping) and adopted a thoughtful look on his face before facing his brother. "Can I ask a favor?"

Scotland, who knew where this was heading towards, immediately agreed. "Yeah, I'll stand in fo' ye'. But ye' owe me."

The easy grin on Arthur's face was impalpable. "Thanks Scott."

As England left the meeting room, the Scottish man turned away with a halfhearted sneer on his face. "Tch. That brat…" he said, though those who were sharp in their observation would notice that his comment didn't possess the usual amount of venom in them.

As Scott took his seat in Arthur's place (and as Arthur left the meeting premise), the silence overtook the populace.

"So…" Alfred started in a seemingly casual manner. "Where's Iggy heading off to?"

"None o' yer business, ye' Yankee bastard," was Scott's quick reply.

"Come on now, Scott," said the personification of France, sliding up to the older nation's side. "It's the first time mon petit lapin runs off in a meeting. I'm sure that if it's something so urgent, all of us should know about it."

"And as I said," the redhead nation growled, getting annoyed at the insistent inquiries of the other nations. "It's none o' yer business. Now piss off an' get oan wi' this shitty meetin'." Sure it also came a surprise that little Artie was skiving off a meeting to meet up with someone the Scottish man barely knew of, but if this person was worth missing a (rather useless) meeting for, he wasn't one to argue.

Besides, if he couldn't find out just who this mystery person his wee little brother is going out with, he sure wasn't going to let some "undeserving blockheads" know either.

So yeah... Sorry it's so short. I didn't really know what to put. And I'm sorry if I got a few things wrong. I haven't really been following current events that well... I'm a bad Hetalia writer...

Next update will be God-Knows-When. I'll just update it once I've made another chapter that I'd hope you guys would like. My family and I are having a vacation to the States (Yes Alfred, I'm visiting your country. Don't get too pigheaded.) so I'm going to be dragged around wherever and won't have enough time to make stories especially when the new school year comes. And I have no idea how long this muse will stick... Ugh.

Hopefully, I can make a new chapter before the semester begins so don't kill me if I'm updating slowly.

Thanks for reading! Review please~