America was quite young. He didn't have an exact age, but it was obvious he seemed no older than one or two. He had been playing in the tall grass of a meadow, trying so hard to catch a little bunny he had seen just a few minutes ago. The warming heat of the sun bounced up and down on his clothing as he scampered from one foot to the other. The heat danced through the grass as the mild breeze ever so slightly stirred the pieces about. Just as America had caught his bunny, he heard footsteps from about a quarter of a mile away.

"I'm really busy, but I got up early, hoping I could see you again. Wasn't that nice of me?" England muttered. It almost felt like he was talking to himself rather than America. His strut was a little frightening; it looked as if he was being possessed rather than walking normally. He had a big smirk on his face and his eyes seemed hollow, but his voice was full of personality. Overall, England was a pretty scary guy, especially to a young, little boy who hadn't had much human interaction. Oddly though, he didn't scare America away as he probably would any one or two year old. England made his way closer to America, walking more and more slowly as he approached.

America took a moment to examine him from head to toe with his caught bunny held in his arms. America smiled and gave out a small and innocent giggle. "I'm so happy. Hi, there. It's nice to see you," he sung. His voice was so much louder than it should have been compared the size of his body. Every word he spoke was clear and smooth. Obviously, he possessed a great deal of confidence and a firm grasp of language and communication.

England was taken aback by the small child's boldness and stopped. England was so used to children running away from him on sight (and women, but that was a different matter), he hadn't expected confrontation to be this easy. "What? You're not scared? I thought you'd run."

"No, I'm okay," America told him. "Lately, I've been figuring a lot about who I am."

"Oh, that's great." England had never heard a child say such things before, especially not to a complete stranger. Something about this little boy made him feel at ease and, for the moment, took his mind off of everything. "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm quite happy to see you, too." England smiled for the first time in what seemed like forever. He looked at America for a while, taking in all his features. The moment almost seemed too perfect as a warm and weak gust of wind slightly blew between the two of them. It took a second for England to snap out of his daze.

"Well, that just settles it for me!" England almost yelled, bringing back his creepy façade. "From this day on, you'll be my brother!"

America smiled. "Then, I guess I'll call you big brother."

England froze. "Me…?" he whispered to himself. "Big Brother…?" All at once, whatever feeling of bliss America had given England disappeared. Every one of England's attempts to befriend his neighbors had failed miserably. His experiences with France and Spain were awful and had only ended up in wars and hurt feelings. He didn't want to be like them, but still, he didn't know if he could be the perfect brother for America. Also, Henry was stirring up a lot of trouble back home, making a new Church seemed excessive for the sole purpose of getting a divorce. England was finding himself overwhelmed by all of this and before he knew it, he felt wet drips streaming down his face. America gave him a concerned and confused look.

England wiped the tears from his twinkling green eyes. He spoke in a very calm and controlled voice: "Well, now. Don't be so formal. How about you call me Britain?"

America nodded. He now had a family.