A/N: There will be Scottish people talking in this, but since I have no idea how to type Scottish accents, I'll just write them as regular speaking patterns, and readers can imagine them as Scottish ^^"

It's been about two weeks. Two weeks since his decision. In England's opinion, it was probably the best decision of his life. At first, it had been hard picking out which items of his he should take with him and which ones he should leave. He had France help him with that, though, so at least he hadn't been dealing with it all by himself.

Right now, he's in Scotland's country. For the past couple weeks, he's been staying at a hotel, trying to come up with plans as to how he's going to live his life now. It's strange. Whenever he had been dreaming of letting go of his life as a nation, he had all these crazy ideas of what he could do with a new life. But now that it's actually happening… he just doesn't know where to begin. There are lots of possibilities in the world. So many that it's too hard to just pick one.

Today he's going to leave the hotel and stay with his older brother Scotland. At first, when he had talked yesterday about what he's planning, Scotland was very surprised and didn't want to help him, saying it's his "duty to stay a nation and nothing else". But after a heartfelt conversation, England had managed to sway him and convince him to let him stay at his place for a bit.

He has his suitcases in hand as he walks down the street towards the Scotsman's house. He's only been there for business trips. But now… he'll be staying the night there for who knows how long.

When he gets to the doorstep of the house, he suddenly starts doubting his decision. He has no idea why, but he feels like maybe this entire idea was stupid and that he should just return to his home country. A surge of confidence rushes through him as he reminds himself why he's doing all of this in the first place. This situation was completely inevitable. This would've happened sooner or later, no doubt.

He knocks on the wooden door, taking in a deep breath as he tries to calm his pounding heart. He stands there silently as he waits for Scotland to answer the door, and when he does, he jumps a little. There's definitely no turning back…

"Thank you, Allistor…" he mumbles quietly, his voice piercing the slightly tense air. He and his brother haven't always gotten along in the past, but at the moment, they're on good terms, and he wants it to stay that way. He's led into the house, and he breathes in the scent of the house that envelops him. It's a relaxing smell, and he basically melts into it as Scotland walks past him to show him the way to his new room. His new room…

Ah, that's right. This will be my "home" for a while.

When he they arrive to the doorway of the guest bedroom, Scotland immediately leaves to go continue whatever he had been doing before England arrived. England's thankful for the privacy as he enters the room, setting down his suitcase. This place is so much different from his, and yet he can't find himself to think of it as annoying. In fact, the way everything is so different makes him feel like his dreams are truly coming true. There's nothing reminding him of his old life, nothing to make him miss the old times.

The first thing he does is pull out his phone and call France, as he had promised yesterday to do once he had gotten to the Scotsman's house. If it weren't for France's support, he probably wouldn't have gotten this far, as much as he hates to admit it.

"Ah~ So you're still alive, huh, mon cheri?" France's voice rang through the phone, his comment causing England to scowl.

"Shut up, frog. You sound disappointed about that," he replies calmly. He's surprised to find that he's able to keep his voice even. Then again, this isn't like the conversation they had a couple weeks ago. This is completely different.

France lets out his signature laugh. "Oh no, mon amour. I truly would be sad if you were to be hurt," he says. England rolls his eyes at the "mon amour" part, and decides to ignore it for once. He has more important things he needs to talk to France about.

"Anyways… there's a world meeting coming up, correct?"

France suddenly changes into a series tone as he speaks, instantly realizing that an important conversation was about to happen. "That is right," he says. "There's one being held in Spain in a few days."

That's what England thought. He really didn't want to talk about world meetings at the moment, but he knew that this conversation needed to happen. If this plan was going to completely work, he needs a certain favor from the Frenchman.

"If anyone ever asks where I am during the upcoming meeting, or even ones after that, I'd like you to tell them that I am just terribly ill and that I'm not to be bothered."

He's sure this plan will work. People from his government don't check up on him unless they need him for something important. It'll take a long time for them to realize that he's been gone. As for the other nations, they'll easily fall for the lie that he's sick or any other excuse France can come up with in the future if the sickness one doesn't work anymore. Even if his government were to find out about his disappearance, they won't tell the other nations. It'd be a secret kept from everyone. At least, that's what he's sure will happen.

"Understood, mon cheri."

They decide to change the topic and discuss light topics, occasionally bantering without any actual venom behind their words. After a while, they decide to end the phone call, England promising to call him if anything comes up.

What should I do when I have so many options available?

He unpacks his stuff, pondering his life. Once he's done with that, he decides that maybe some fresh air will help him think better. He's always enjoyed walking around outside back in his home country, and there's no reason for that habit to change just because he's in a different country.

He heads out of the house and walks around the roads, looking at the scenery that's growing around him. He wanders around mindlessly, stopping to look interesting things every once in a while. He soon finds himself standing in front of a small school. He sees some kids in uniforms leaving the building and looks at his watch to see that it's about the appropriate time for most schools to be let out.

He walks closer towards the school, avoiding any contact with the students that pass by him. Most of the students ignore his existence as he makes his way to the main entrance doors. He stands near it for a while, although he soon feels kind of uncomfortable being surrounded by lots of teenagers. Sure, he's dealt with some in the past, but not in a situation like this. Definitely not like this.

He suddenly feels a tap on his shoulder, causing him to basically jump out of his skin. He whips around to see who touched him and comes face to face with some teenage boy. Shit, this was not supposed to happen…

"You waiting for someone or something?"

Ugh, that grammar was awful. Just that one sentence had England cringing a little. Then again, this is a different country than his, so it's not going to be what he's used to.

It's hard at first, but England finally finds his voice again. "Ah, no…" is all he manages to get out.

The teen scoffs at him a little and gives him this weird look. "Then why're you still here at the school? Don't you just want to leave here?"

Realization hits England hard. This kid must think he's a student at the school as well. Even though he wasn't expecting that, he's not exactly surprised by the teen's assumptions. A lot of the nations look younger than they actually are, and he's actually been mistaken for a teen more than once in other countries. It doesn't help that at the moment he's only wearing a t-shirt and black pants. He didn't look formal like he usually did.

"I'm… new here?" The words fly out of his mouth before he can stop them. He's digging himself further and further into the ground. Before he can take back what he said, a thought comes to him. What if he were to actually become a student here?

He's always wondered about how teens feel and what their lives are like. He never had a true teenage life; no nation has. His "teenage years" as a nation were full of wars and bloodshed. This could be his chance to create a new life. He could learn the ways of the younger people, and live a life like an actual human being.

"I can tell from your accent," the kid says, grinning. The boy loosens his tie before completely taking it off. "Well, hopefully you'll like it here. Although, I warn you that it can get chaotic." With that, the kid takes off, heading to a small group of teens and starts walking with them.

Looks like England has found his new pathway.