Chapter 4

Word Count: 3,550

Pairing: PrUK (Prussia X England)

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of it's characters

Warnings: Teary England, Maybe a few swear words but not much. Fluff!

Third-Person POV

It was late in the afternoon and England was sitting on the floor in the front room playing with some of the toys that France had brought for him during their shopping trip the previous day; he had a few stuffed teddies of his favourite mythical creatures surrounding him. France was sitting on the sofa a small smile on his face as he watch the younger nation playing, yesterday evening after he had put the younger nation to bed he had thought of a revelation in order to help England to forgive America.

A soft knock on the front door roused the French Speaking nation from his thoughts; he gets up from his seat and ruffles England's hair as he walks past. Chuckling to himself at the small scowl the young child gives him as he makes his way out of the front room. Upon walking into the hall he slowly opens the door to reveal Canada and America smiling at him; "Alright France what was so important that we had to rush over here and why are you opening the door? Where is Iggy?" America's (not one for being quiet) loud voice had carried into the front room causing the small child to cease in his playing and curiosity rising, follows France into the hall.

However, still the ever cautious nation he hide slightly behind the wall observing the people who appeared to be talking to the older nation "Ah well that is why I invited you over here. We need to discuss England." The island nation crept forward when he heard his own name being mentioned in the conversation, thought whirling around in his mind. Why on earth were they discussing me? Fwance isn't getting rid of me is he? but froze as he laid his eyes on a tall blonde nation; a pair of glasses sat on the bridge of his nose.

All of the taller nations gave a start when the sound of quiet sobs filled the room - however France immediately spots the child, as he decided to rush over to the older nation; earlier thoughts forgotten, and wraps his short arms around the Frenchman's legs in an attempt to hide. "Mon dieu, what is the matter Mon petite lapin? It is just America and Canada, there is nothing to be afraid of." Scooping the child up; England buries his head in the French nation's shirt before whispering in a trembling voice "mewica hates me, doesn't he?" France stands frozen for a few seconds before stealing a quick glance over at the accused nation, "Of course he doesn't Angleterre."

England continues to cry much to the confusion of the North American twins, which causes France to sigh gently as he rocks the small child in his arms; turning to face the two nations opposite him. "Well, I guess I should explain the situation now." France proceeds to lead the others into the front room where he sits on the sofa a now calm England in his lap, American and Canada exchange another confused look before walking in after the French nation.

As soon as America sits down on a chair opposite the French nation he looks down at the child once again; he was now playing with a small brown teddy bear a smile dancing across his face, he turned to look at his brother before quickly turning away again. No one could mistake those emerald green eyes and large eyebrows for anyone else.

"Ummmm France did you say that this small child is England." A small nod was all that was given in reply, he was too occupied watching Chibi England playing, a soft smile making it's way onto the oldest nation's face. That is until Canada joins in "Papa, how did this happen?" France sighs once again and turns to face the two boys, he shifts slightly on the sofa and looks across at the youngest nations. What no one notices is the sad look crossing England's face after he hears Canada calling France his Papa; he looks around the room looking at each of the taller nations in turn before placing his bear down gently and wiggling off the French nations lap.

After watching the small nation leave the room curiously France launches into his explanation as to how he found himself in this 'small' predicament. He explained the argument between America and England, which makes the aforementioned country bow his head; the angry mood the Englishman felt afterwards; the spell; and how he found him in his basement.

All the while he was explaining the happenings of the last few days England had returned with a fistful of crayons and some sheets of paper. He sat down in front of the coffee table and began to draw; occasionally he could be seen to pausing in his drawing to look around at the adults talking but then would carry on. Though it may not have looked like it but England was listening to the conversation, trying to figure out why both of the America's were currently in his house.

After a good hour or so of France explaining and answering questions, England walks over to said French nation and shows him the drawing he had been working on. It was a well done drawing for such a small child but France knew that England was always good at art, he noticed four people standing together, two labelled 'Fwance' and 'Me' were holding hands in the middle. To Frances left was another person, one who was slightly taller had violet eyes and a strange curl sticking out of his head, he was labelled 'Canada'. Whereas on England's right was a similar person but instead had blue eyes and a bomber jacket around his shoulders, this one labelled 'America'.

France smiled down at the smaller nation and ruffled his hair causing him to giggle slightly "This is very good, mon petite. You are very talented. I shall go and hang it on the fridge before starting dinner. Oui?" England nodded his head before slowly walking over to Canada, he looked up into violet eyes, the small nation gave Canada a once over look seemingly to decide something before extending his arms up. Canada not sure what to do looked over to the French nation who chuckled slightly "He wants you to pick him up Canada."

Canada smiles down at the now younger nation and picks him up placing him on his lap before looking back over to his papa, "So this is really England? He is cuter than I expected him to be." Said nation yawned loudly and cuddled up in the Canadian's arms trying to fall asleep, muttering out a small "Not cute!" which again causes the Canadian to chuckle slightly. France stood up from the sofa and picked up the brown teddy from where the small nation left him before handing it over to Canada. The Northern nation held it next to Britain who quickly giggled and latched onto the stuffed animal before promptly falling asleep.

France makes his way into the kitchen and sticks the English man's picture onto the fridge with a magnet; he then smiles to himself and gathers up all of the ingredients that he will need for making a well-earned dinner.

After a few minutes of chopping, cutting, frying and anything else that one would normally do in the kitchen Canada walked up behind France and cleared his throat stopping the man in his tracks. "Ah Mon Canada." France starts to hum a small tune under his breath as he continues to flit around the kitchen, sometimes he reminds people of a fairy, flitting around the woods... Anyway, "Papa, would you like some help making dinner?"

The French nation once again stops and looks around the room for a few seconds before smiling down at the shy nation in front of him "Oui, Merci Matthieu but where is Arthur?" Canada raises an eyebrow at the use of the others human name but doesn't question it really and looks back into the front room "Alfred is looking after him, he feels really bad about what he said to England and just wants to make things right." Canada washes his hands in the kitchen sink and walks over to some of the dishes that France is making, he smirks to himself "We will have to be careful though, I am not sure if Arthur is ready to forgive l'Amerique just yet." at this the smirk doesn't leave Canada's face he stirs the dish which was simmering on the hob "I see these are all England's favourite French dishes non Papa? Oh and you don't have to worry about England just yet he is still asleep."

France blushes at the first part of his brother's reply and coughs into his hand before smiling down at the dishes he was preparing "Really? I hadn't noticed that Matthieu and yes you are probably right but I worry about him. He is such a petite nation; he could get hurt so easily now." Continuing their conversation Canada and France both rush around the kitchen adding ingredients here and there skitting around each other.

-In to the Front room-

America was sitting in the chair he had originally occupied as soon as he had walked into the Englishman's house, guilt residing in his chest at all of the harsh insults he had thrown at the older nation. Remembering the broken expression he had on his face when he ran out of that meeting hall just days before and then he gets a phone call from France asking him to bring his brother over to England's house as soon as possible.

Naturally he had grabbed his brother and boarded the earliest flight to England he could find, arriving at the nation's house just hours after France had called. He was shocked to find out what had happened to his ex-career, I mean everyone would if suddenly a nation who was probably older than 3 thousand was the size of a three year old.

America looked down at the sleeping nation in his arms and sighed, gently brushing the hair out of the Chibi nation's face before placing a small light kiss on his forehead. He could hear Canada and France talking and rushing around in the kitchen; the delicious smell of food wafting through the room. A small grumbling noise alerted the nation down to England, he appeared to be waking up from his little nap - it had only been about 30 minutes.

Slowly his green eyes opened blurred with sleep; he brought a small hand up and rubbed his eyes; it took almost all of America's self-control not to coo at how adorable he looked. Soon enough the little nation focused on the America who was holding him and starts to cry ever so softly, naturally America panics "Fwance...Where is Fwance?" England looks around the room crying increasing in volume as his guardian (?) is nowhere to be found. "It is okay England, he is just making dinner with Canada; he will be back in a few minutes. Please don't cry." England is pulled into a warm embrace by the American and rocked backwards and forwards; after he calms down slightly he is placed back down on America's lap.

"England?" Said nation looks up at the American, his eyes glassy with unshed tears; red and puffy from previously crying. The terrified look hidden behind a pained expression makes America's heart squeeze; a tight pain forming in his chest as a lump grows in the back of his throat. "I am so so sorry for what I said at the last meeting; I didn't mean any of it. I was just being stupid. You were right I guess in that sense; I am still a child, I am immature and wanted so much to be treated like an adult. I know I shouldn't have said anything about your Empire or your colonies and I don't even remember why I had mentioned them in the first place. You might not be able to just yet but would you be willing to forgive me?"

England watches as tears escape the American's eyes, though he doesn't make a move to wipe them away or to hide them from his ex-caretaker. Though England wanted so much to just forgive the younger nation, to give him a hug and say that of course he forgives him, that he loves him and just wants his brother back. However, there was one thought that was holding him back, one tiny detail that he wanted so much to be false that it was almost painful.

The small child buried his head in his small hands shaking softly as fresh tears stream down his face "mewica, do you hate me?" America is shocked silent for a few minutes as he hears the small nation quiver with a fresh wave of sobs; the crying once again increasing in volume. His cries alert the other two nations in the kitchen who rush out to find America standing up from his seat holding England tightly in his arms.

"Of course not England. I could never hate you. I love you so much." England ceased his crying and looked up at America, hope filling his eyes "Weally?" America chuckled at the adorableness that was his older brother (Okay that was just weird guys, I swear.) He spun England around in a circle and then threw him up into the air before catching him again, "Really, really." England giggled again and hugged America tightly around the neck.

England looks over America's shoulder after a few minutes of savouring the feeling of being loved so dearly, of the warmth he felt and thought I wonder if this is how it felt for America when I held him close as a child? and starts to wiggle in an attempt to tell America to put him down after spotting France standing in the doorway of the kitchen smiling at him. America confused at first, as his back is facing towards the kitchen, places the child on the floor and then smiles warmly as he runs across the floor almost tripping a few times.

England latches himself onto the Frenchman's leg only to be picked up once again; "Fwance! Mewica doesn't hate me!" The look of joy spreading across England's face makes France smile fondly down at him before chuckling to himself "Of course not, Mon petite lapin. He is your family after all." He brought the younger nation close into a hug before whispering in his ear "I told you he wouldn't." England wraps his arms tightly around France's neck hugging him back. "Brother's stick together after all." America gives off his usual hero's laugh, loud and obnoxious as he watches the exchange between France and England (he is able to read the atmosphere better than people give him credit for and knows exactly how the older of the two feels about the other).

England pulls back from the embrace and looks over at America, his eyebrows knitted together, before looking France dead in the eyes; his voice is low so only France can hear it as he speaks again "Not bwothers." France chuckles again and looks between the 'twin' nations standing in front of him "I know, when the spell wears off we shall tell them the truth non?" England nods his head vigorously as Canada and America exchange a look of pure confusion. "Hey France what did you mean by that bro?" France and England exchange a look and turn around; France carrying England into the kitchen and placing him on his seat at the table. "Nothing mon America." Canada and America follow afterwards each talking a seat at the table while France serves up the dinner he had prepared earlier; with the help of Canada of course.

They proceed with the rest of their day like any normal family; eating dinner, watching T.V, playing with Chibi England and finally going to bed. However, some things never change; America had tried to bathe the small nation but he had ran out of the room wear virtually nothing and while laughing ran into France. "What are you doing mon petite? You are supposed to be having your bath." America came skidding down the hall almost colliding with the French nation who had scoped England up off the floor.

"Amerique, why is England not in the bath?" America looked down at the floor before laughing out loud, scratching the back of his head nervously as he looked over to England before turning back to France "He is a slippery bugger, I swear he just doesn't want me to give him a bath. As soon as I tried to put him in the water he jumped out and ran out of the door. He started shouting and screaming as soon as I started to fill the bath with water. I thought he was just acting up though." England looked down towards the floor, at the disapproving look France was giving him. France upon noticing the disheartened look on England's face, lifted one of his hands up, making the English nation flinch as he assumed he was going to be hit, but soon relaxed when he felt his hair being stroked "Ah Angleterre, why would you not take your bath. You have not had one since you turned into a child so you really need one."

England looked down again, fiddling with his fingers refusing to look at the French nation before he spoke in a much quieter voice "My bwothers used to say that well but they nevew wally gave me a bath. I would end up huwt." A small tear tracked down his red cheeks, and he hide his face in Frances shoulder hiding from his memories of his childhood.

France continued to stroke the child's hair before slowly walking back towards the bathroom "I will take care of this America, you can go off to bed if you like." With that America nodded and walked down the hall towards his guest room as France led England into the small bathroom again. England looked up when he felt France stop walking and proceeded to cry even harder when he noticed where he was again, clinging onto France, grip tightening as he began to violently shake with fear. "Hey hush, mon petite. How about if we take a bath together? Then I can protect you from ever getting hurt, Oui?" England nodded his head slowly and released his death grip on the French nation's shirt, he was placed sitting down on the toilet seat as France undressed.

Not noticing the red blush rising on the smaller nation's cheeks, though it was not images of the French speaking nation that filled his mind but certain flashes of a particular white haired ex-nation who was the current occupant of such thoughts. France stepped into the water and held out his arms to the child as he slowly lifted him back down on to his lap.

France being as careful as possible, washed his hair and body being careful so as to not frighten the silent child "Are you alright mon Cher?" England nodded his head; France leant over the side of the bath, keeping one hand around England so he wouldn't fall and brought out a packet of bath toys they had purchased the previous day. England watched in excitement as France opened up the packet and started placing the yellow ducks/chicks in the water in front of the small nation; the latter who quickly took hold of one and started making it swim around the bath making chirping noises as it when.

France watched the Island nation play for a few moments before he started to wash his own hair and body, he watched in amusement as England brought one of the Chicks up, making it appear to be whispering in his ear but what made the French nation freeze was the words that followed. "Oh Gilbird. You can pway with Mint bunny latew, he is asweep wight now." England then giggled and brought the chick back down creating a bit of a splash as it hit the water.

Watching the water splash the English nation released the chick and proceeded to bring on of his small delicate hands up out of the water slapped it back into the water making a much bigger splash then 'Gilbird' did. Finding this more amusing then it probably was England continued to assault the water making it splash over the sides of the bath socking the floor. When he did it again and again he giggled, until a much bigger hand came into his view; he paused momentarily, cocking his head to the side, until the bigger hand did the same thing. France brought his hand down gently making a slightly bigger splash than the smaller nation but succeeded in making him giggle even more.

A few more splashes and one drenched bathroom floor later; France carried a now tired England back to his room, drying him off and placing him in fresh Pajama's covered surprisingly in mini pictures of a black eagle; before both nations climbed under the covers and went to sleep.

A/N

To all of my fabulous readers I am delighted to tell you that this chapter has now been re-drafted and re-written in order to make it easier to read and hopefully to fit in with the new plot line. I know I have mentioned this countless times but I have received a review that stated the sudden addition of attraction for Prussia was weird and probably confusing after all of this time. So to make it clearer I am adding subtle hints of England's attraction towards the German (Prussian) nation through out the previous chapters because then it won't be weird or dropped like a bomb-shell.

I hope you are enjoying this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it so far, and trust me when I say this has to be my favourite story because I have re-written each chapter around 3-4 times because I am trying to make it as close to perfect as possible. I don't think I have ever been happier writing a Fanfiction before (Except for maybe Scars Will Heal).

Please drop a comment/review on what you thought of this chapter and I once again apologise to any FrUK fans who are disappointed with the new direction I am taking this story in; though I do hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, much like England did for America, and continue to read this story.