Okay people who have written a Hetalia fanfic when you guys included France did you guys always make him speak French phrases or did you guys completely ignore it, sorry if it's dumb questions cause I don't want to mess up on anything. Well, hopefully this chapter is long and please review and be completely honest ! I thank my friend LizzyGamma2000 for supporting, brainstorming, and helping me with the plot this story belongs to her as it belongs to mine

Chapter 1

Disappearance Of England

America couldn't stop staring at the empty chair which was England, 'Where is he? He's never late, and today is the DAY I confess to him and he has to go and ruin it! Stupid Iggy, you're still cute though!' America's M-rated thoughts were interrupted by the conference doors being burst open. A man with reddish hair, bushy eyebrows, and green eyes was panting heavily and he had the look of desperation in his eyes.

"Scotland! What are you doing here?" Asked Germany; Scotland finally caught his breath and composure and he looked at all the nations. He asked them; "Where's England?" America began to worry, 'Why doesn't he know where England is?!' "We're sorry Scotland-san; but we do not know where England-san is, is something wrong?" Japan asked, he didn't show it but he was concerned about his friend. 'England I hope you are alright'

"I see, he's not here," Scotland's face gave a bored look and brushed his hair back, "well gents, sorry if I interrupted something." He began to walk off, ignoring all the looks being thrown his way until and American followed him out and grabbed a hold of him arm.

"Scott wait! You don't know where England is either?" Scotland ripped his arm from America.

"None of your business yankee!" America and Scotland glared angrily at each other.

"England is my business! Now tell me what's going on!"

Scotland smirked and replied, "The way I see it, I'm his brother, not you." He walked off again, leaving the American livid.

As Scotland left the conference building he began to call Wales.

"Hello?"

"Wales he's not there! There's no doubt, that bastard has England!" Wales had to pull away from the phone or he'd go deaf.

"Scotland calm down; Ireland and I are still looking." Scotland growled impatiently.

"Wales, you and I saw the box was broken, it proves England's spell couldn't contain him forever!"

"Don't you think I know that! But we have to think first; the spell England casted was very powerful, if he did manage to escape he would be very weak and trying to regain his strength. Attacking England would be the last thing he would do!" Wales was just as frustrated of this situation just like Scotland, 'Damn that fiend! Even with passing centuries he still remains with us!'

"Wales, I'm sorry I-" "I know, but our top priority is finding England first and we'll of that later, agreed?"

"Agreed" When his conversation with Wales ended, Scotland stared at the greying skies above and began to think back on how he discovered England's disappearance.

Flashback

As Scotland was enjoying another round at the pub he sensed something off. He began to concentrate until he finally recognized it.

"No! It can't be!" Scotland shouted, (ignoring all the looks of bystanders) he ran out the pub and went straight to England's mansion. Scotland began to deny it at first, believing it to be just a feeling but he just wanted to make sure and reassure his little brother is safe.

Scotland made it inside and instantly went searching every room and garden calling his brother's name. He'd text, call, and pace in England's living room hoping he would return. Scotland finally began to panic and called his brothers, Wales and Ireland to help him search for England.

Scotland went to search the mansion again, but for clues to where England might have gone. As he searched the basement he heard a crack and looked down to see he stepped on a black shard. He saw many tiny pieces and saw a tiny black cube with many cracks all over it. To anyone it would have looked like a small little rubix cube, but to Scotland it was the worst thing imaginable. He grabbed the box, forgetting the blood dripping from his hand when the sharp edges dug into his skin, Scotland knew he was back and England was endanger.

Flashback over

Scotland venomously said, "Korranus…"

Six Years Later

"Arthur, these lovely people want to meet you." A sandy blonde boy with bushy eyebrows looked at a young middle-age couple with nervous emerald eyes and he walked towards them.

He softly replied, "Hello, my name is Arthur, it's a pleasure to meet you two." With the cutest british accent ever!