Hearing the phone call, and that England "snapped", Spain instantly grew worried. He dropped what he was doing quickly made his way to Arthur's home. Spain threw the door open. As he did, America ran out. "HE HAS WEAPONS DUDE BE CARFUL!" America yelled as he raced off in a cloud of dust.

At the sight of the figure in the doorway, England halted. 'My old enemy' he said, pointing his sword in Spain's direction. 'Still up to your tricks I see, send a boy to do your work for you eh? Pathetic' He spat.

"Old enemy...a boy to...what are you talking about?!" Antonio asked confused as he slowly walked toward him.

Arthur chuckled. 'Don't play coy with me dog' he said, widening his stance and slowly reaching a hand around to his pistol as a precaution.

Noticing this, Antonio raised up his hands. Of course, he had weapons on himself, but they were expertly hidden, and he wouldn't use them unless he had to. "England...What year are we in?" He asked slowly

'Year? Don't try changing the subject. You and I both know it's 1582' Arthur said, tilting his head. Was he trying to trick him by acting like he came in peace? His hand closed around his gun and he slowly loaded it, trying to keep it hidden.

By now, Spain knew when the other was getting his gun, so he glanced at the other's hand, before looking back up. He mumbled how this is the 3d time this happened. "Okay, it is not 1582...its 2015." He said stepping a little closer.

Arthur narrowed his eyes. 'Don't be ridiculous. Trying to use that to trick me certainly is new, but I'm not falling for it' he said, raising his sword. He knew Spain too well to allow him to get closer than sword length to him. He always had something up his sleeve and he had been taken by surprise a couple of times like that.

Spain stopped, raising his hands a bit higher. "Look at the things around you. Its your house. Not how you remember it si? You have a TV, and Radio, and cell phone!" Being this has happened before, he tried his best to at least be able to get the other to drop the weapons so he could get close enough. Spain couldn't help but feel this was his fault. He push him too far in their fight, and now his english boyfriend thought he was a pirate again. He probably wouldn't even remember they are together

'tv? Radio? Cell phone?' He made condescending noises but cautiously looked to the left at the wall. What he saw he didn't recognise. Yes this was his house, but It was completely different. Looking to the right he saw the same thing. 'What sorcery is this? What have you done? ' He asked, looking back at Spain.

"If you'll let me get close to you enough, I'll tell you." Antonio held out his hand a little. By the time England thought he was in, they had already had some physical interactions with each other, so he hoped he would trust Spain as much as he did then

Arthur stared for a moment. His mind was conflicted over whether to trust him or not as, even though they were starting to trust one another again, they would still stab each other in the back. Suddenly he lept forward, swinging his sword at Antonio, cutting cheek in the process. ' You did something!' He yelled, bringing his face right up to Spain's.

Antonio yelped, grabbing his gun on instinct, placing it against Arthur's chest, right in front of his heart. "ENGLAND. I AM NOT. I MAY HAVE DONE SOMETHING BUT IT'S NOT LIKE I WANT TO HURT YOU." He shook a bit. "Put. The sword. Down."

Arthur went completely still, but kept the sword there. 'If you shoot me I'll slit your throat' he said, baring his teeth. 'You've had no problem hurting me in the past, I doubt you'd change now'. He stared cooly at the Spaniard in front of him, trying to push the thought that he might actually be in the future somehow.

"That doesn't mean I've ever wanted to...Arthur. I know your probably very confused. I will help you if you just calm. Down." Antonio looked at him straight in the eye, putting his gun down a bit.

Arthur held the gaze, captivated by Spain's eyes. He lowered his sword a little, tilting his head in confusion. Why was he acting so innocent? There was something in his eyes, a fondness that he had never noticed and it unnerved him.

Putting a hand on the others shoulder, Antonio kept the gaze. "I will tell you what happened. Lets go sit on the couch, si?" He tilted his head a bit to act innocent, thinking that would ease the other a bit.

At the touch Arthur started. 'Don't touch me!' He cried and scrambled back until he was sat pressed against the wall. He dropped the sword and pulled out his gun, aiming it right at Spain.

Antonio's eyes widened and then became sad. Giving a sigh, he walked cautiously over to him, and sat criss-cross in front of the Brit. He slowly began to explain what he believed had happened. How, they both got into a bad fight, how he must have pushed him too far, how they were together. At first Arthur kept his finger pressed on the trigger but soon loosened it. Once Spain said how upset England got, he looked down sadly, regretting what he had said during the fight. Arthur tilted his head and said, 'you've never been one for a performance like this so..it's true then..' He put his gun down on the floor beside him. 'I must be a pushover to ever let myself be pushed this far and by you of all people...no wonder i seem to.."revert"..to a pirate' he mused, talking normally now.

"You're strong...I just-." Antonio suddenly flicked his head up quickly. "Wh-What...England?' He heard the change in his voice and suddenly got happy, thinking he was back

Arthur sighed and shrugged his shoulders. 'Strong my arse. If he-i let myself get pushed so far it's obvious I'm weak. Ugh that's what I become really..' he trailed off, grimacing at the thought of him, the feared pirate turning into a sop. 'But i suppose there is one good thing' he said looking directly at Spain.

Spain realized he only sounded different. He was sure England believed he was still in the 15's. 'What's that?"

'I finally get you' Arthur smirked and leaned forward, looking closely at Spain. 'It's still strange...oh who was that boy I threatened earlier? He said he knew me' he asked, suddenly remembering his previous encounter.

"Oh! That was America. I can't tell you much about him...but I can say you two are pretty close. He's like a brother to you" Antonio chose his words carefully so as not to let the Brit realise that, for a time, America had broken Arthur's heart.

'A brother?' Arthur scoffed, 'he was weak at the knees, no way would I ever...' he sighed and stood up, picking up his gun and putting it back in its holster. 'I should run the show for a while, do things the right way' he said, walking over to pick up his sword.

"Nonononono!" Antonio quickly got up. "There's uh...certain things! Yes! Things that have changed and you uh...don't know how to deal with them!" He instantly pulled out his phone, texting America to tell England's queen what has happened. "A-Also you still serve under you q-queen!"

He looked curiously at the device in Spain's hands. 'Elizabeth is still alive?! But she's mortal?' He exclaimed thinking Spain meant Elizabeth I. Besides, he never did anything that his queen disagreed about, he just neglected to tell her the things he did "for queen and country".

"Eh she is not...but there is a new queen who is also called Elizabeth..." Antonio got a text back with America accepting, and he smiled, putting it away.

Arthur shook his head in amazement. Curious how things go. He wondered how many monarchs there had been between these two Queens, and if there had been any others. 'What was that?' He asked, indicting to the phone.

Antonio took out the phone again. "It's a cell phone. This digital thing you can send messages to people, call them, take pictures, all of that."

'None of what you just said made any sense. Oh whatever it's futuristic mumbo jumbo' Arthur waved his hand and turned, walking towards the front door.