Chapter two already? Yeah! Theres a bio test tomorrow and decided I know Ill take a break and do a bit of writing (checks email) what the chocolate cupcake! (odd substitute for fudge muffin) I have a review! Time to start writing! Now its ten thirty and I need to sleep and since I was doodling a hetaoni manga in my notes these past couple weeks I have no idea what any of the things in this book mean! Im dead! On another note I at least got this done yay... Ahem anyway thnx for the review it made me super happy! Please enjoy! Oh and thnx to nicoleochoa for being the first reviewer!

In no time you found yourself at England's house. It was a large stately house with large white pillars and huge wooden doors. The windows that occupied a large portion of the east wall had a huge curtain drawn across its perimeter. The lawn was in dire need of a trim, with overgrown grass, weeds galore and dead flowers littering the path it was a gardeners nightmare.

You flew over to a window on the second floor that was left slightly ajar. From there you could hear the muffled cries of England echoing throughout his large estate. After wandering throughout the maze that the European Nation called home you found yourself in a dark room, the curtains drawn and from the light emanating from your magic infused body you could make out the outline of several large piles of laundry littering the gentleman's room and a trembling silhouette of the young man under the layered blankets.

"E-England?" you said uncertainly. He cautiously took a peek from under the covers. Upon realizing your prescence he quickly turned around wiping at his face and fixing his clothes.

"Oh _ ahem what a surprise, you rarely come out all this way, is there something wrong?" he said, his voice cracking in several places.

"I heard this was the anniversary of the time America le- I mean became independent," you said awkwardly, you had been about to say "anniversary of the time America left you," but as dense as you were not even you could make a mistake like that.

"Oh you mean that twit, I could care less if he left or not," he said but he looked like he was on the edge of another breakdown.

"But-,"

"Look _ I'm fine don't worry about me," he said doing his best to smile. "I appreciate you coming out here for me but I'm really fine,"

"England…,"

"Look really, I'm fine, just… just go home,"

Part of you hurt from being told so plainly to leave and maybe you even kinda felt crying right then and there. It was plain to tell that he was hurting inside yet still he didn't trust you but this wasn't about you. You could start feeling sorry for yourself once you had taken care of England but until then you had to formulate a plan. First of you had to figure out exactly what was wrong.

"Ok, I'll go, but first how about a couple rounds at the pub,"

Uh Oh Iggy at a bar? We all know what that means. No, that does not mean stripping you crazy fangirls. But if your anything like me you looked at the word pub and was like "Holy Shitaki Mushrooms!" Plz review you guys I checked theres been like 30 people who saw my awesome story and only one reviewed! If you don't review Ill steal your vital regions! (wow was I just possesed by prussia or something? XDD)