A young England, better known as Arthur Kirkland, was walking through his favourite woodland, his bow in hand, his arrows on his back, and the leaves crunching under his feet. He always loved coming here, not only because it was a great place to hunt, but also when the sun was high in the sky, like it was now, the sunlight dripping through the trees made the whole place look magical to the young Brit. He was walking along a pathway, when suddenly; he heard the snap of a twig behind him. He thought fast. He spun around on the spot, his cloak spinning in the air as he did, and reached over his shoulder, pulling out an arrow and sliding it into the bow, and drawing it. He remained still and silent, as he tried to see who or what it was that was hiding behind the large, rich green oak tree.

Silence. He couldn't see who or what was behind that tree but he knew something was there, he had a gut feeling. Suddenly a small fairy with blonde hair that was pulled into a ponytail, a pink rose petal wrapped around her small body to form a dress flew out from behind the oak tree.

"Oh, was it just you then?" England asked dropping his bow slightly. She shock her tiny head as she pointed back the tree.

"Don't worry I won't hurt you..." Came a gentle voice from behind the oak. The voice sounded different, they had an accent like one he had never heard, but somehow, it sounded like they were completely neutral, like they had no emotion.

"WHO ARE YOU, SHOW YOUR SELF!" The English man screamed at the mysterious person behind the tree.

"Like I said I won't hurt you…"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I ASKED!"

"Now really starting to piss me off," Thought Arthur.

"Now tell me who are you?" Arthur calmly asked.

"I am Lukas, from Norway," He answered.

"Ok then from Norway, why are you here?" Arthur questioned

"Bor told me to," Lukas replied.

"Okay than Lukas who is this 'Bor' fellow?" The English man asked as he dropped his bow slightly

"He is my brother,"

"What did he tell you to do?"

"This," The Norwegian man answered as stepped towards Arthur.

"HEY WHAT ARE Y-"Arthur yelled.

Something soft and smooth was around his lips and a small hand trailing through his short blonde hair.

-End of flashback-

Present day England, also called Arthur Kirkland, was staring across the G20 table at that same boy he meet that day in the woods.

"It's him, Lukas. That I meet in the forest that day!" Arthur thought.

"My… first kiss…"