Hello again! Last chapter I only got one review (goes in the corner to cry) so the shout outs will only be brief.

escritoria- Alfred is awesome! If I was in England's situation I'd be having a hard time trying to decide who to glomp. Chibi America is so kawaii but America is just plain smexy... Hmm tough choice.

I enjoy reviews as much as the next person so I was a little sad to find out I had only one. But no matter I'm sure I'll get more this time!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, nor do I own the dialogue used in this chapter from episode 39.

Tanoshimu!

Normal P.O.V

"Here is good."

"Right."

England placed the sleeping America on the ground as instructed. Since England had been wearing his cloak while performing the spell and had not taken it off yet, he had used it as a blanket for the young America. He stood up slowly while still not taking his eyes off his former adopted brother. America stood by him, also not taking his eyes off himself as he watched the boy sleep.

The two nations had found a bush to conceal the young America behind. Admittedly, taking a young, sleeping boy into the bushes didn't look right from any perspective but of course the two were alone so no-one was there to see what they were doing.

...Or was there?

As if in response to the silence, three men could be seen approaching on the horizon. Thankfully, they were quite far away but they would be nearing the area soon.

"My hero senses are tingling." America thought in a comical way. "Haha! Dude I gotta tell Britain that one! But seriously what's going on?"

America looked up and around as he thought all of this, eventually spotting the three men.

"Britain!" America whispered.

"You're always so loud and obnoxious, why the hell are you whispering now?" England asked, using his normal tone to further alarm America.

"Shhh!" America hissed and then he pointed to the three men that he had seen.

England gasped but then tilted his head to the side, puzzled. "Three men travelling together in the New World? Who d'you suppose they are?"

"How should I know 'em? I mean there's me right there!" America whispered (though his voice was starting to rise) as he pointed to the sleeping version of himself. "The only men that I remember approaching me when I was young are-"

America immediately stopped as he realised who it was approaching. He recognised the familiar man in the red coat and white shirt with ruffled collar and girly blond hair. Next to him, filling the gap was a man with a white shirt yet with black sleeves and a red ribbon around his neck. But on the end was the one he knew best, sporting a smart white shirt with a purple ruffled collar and a black waistcoat.

America looked over at England and England looked back at him, clueless as to why America's voice had trailed off.

"Go on America, who were they?" England asked.

"France, Finland and... You..." America whispered.

England gasped at the memory and all of a sudden he knew where they were. Finland, France and a younger version of him were coming to see America- this was when he met America for the first time. Realising this, he explained the situation to America which made him panic a little.

"So if this is our first meeting what are we supposed to do? I'm right here! What happens if we don't meet? What do we do Britain?"

America was obviously panicking as he looked around and then back to the place where his younger place had been playing a few moments before. However, England did not seem worried at all, he just closed his eyes and folded his arms in what he thought to be a smart and casual way.

"Stop panicking America. It's rather simple really. All we have to do is wait until they leave, eventually they'll realise that you aren't really here and eventually they'll give up trying to find you." England explained.

But America wasn't listening, England went on to talk about how America was overreacting over nothing but America had seen something to distract him from England's rambling.

"Hey Britain!" America said, rudely interrupting England. "You might want to take a look at this!"

England was annoyed at the interruption but America pulled him over to show him what he was looking at. There in the patch of grass where they had found the young America, sat a young boy with hair like America's and eyes like his too.

"It's that boy from before, the one that asked us for food!" England gasped.

"What's he doing here?" America asked.

"Never mind that! We need to go get him before he interferes!" England snapped.

America looked up and over at Finland, France and the younger England who were now extremely close, too close for comfort so America immediately grabbed England.

"No time!" America whispered.

Then he pulled England down into the bushes so that they wouldn't be seen, again it didn't look right but the two only had time to contemplate that after it had happened. They were both very embarrassed and that began to show as their faces flushed crimson in realisation of how bad two men hiding in the bushes might have looked.

England, following his spy instinct, peeked through the leaves and watched the scene with an air of familiarity about him, even though the scene seemed slightly different to how he remembered it...

" 'Ey look Finland! Could zat be ze boy?" France asked.

"Yeah... That's him I think, I'm fairly sure of it!" Finland smiled.

England noticed how Finland was only fairly sure. If he remembered correctly, Finland was completely sure the first time around.

America's P.O.V

"What is it? Dude, what's going on?" I asked Britain quietly.

"Shhh!" England hissed. "I'm trying to figure out who that little boy is!"

"Well then let me see!" I whispered to Britain.

"Shut up! You always were a whiny child..." Britain muttered under his breath.

"I heard that!"

"Yes well thanks to you I'm not hearing anything so shut up before I-"

"Before you what? Feed me some of your cooking?"

"That's the final straw you-"

"Wait can you guys hear something?" I heard Finland say.

I gasped as my eyes widened in fear and England put his hand over my mouth. Finland, France and the younger Britain looked about for a few seconds but Finland just shrugged it off and proceeded to ask his question.

"Hey so which part of that kid looks like me?" Finland asked.

"Er why are you suddenly so hung up on appearances? Our looks don't define us."

"Phew we're safe..." Britain sighed.

"Honestly dude you need to learn to control your temper." I laughed.

"I wouldn't have to if you weren't so..."

Britain trailed off but I pressed on.

"Go on, so... What?" I asked.

Britain didn't respond, his eyes just wandered off to something behind me. I pressed on further though, despite his silent treatment. Thankfully the three men had gone so I was free to speak louder.

"So what?" I asked again, louder than I meant it to.

"You imbecile!" He yelled.

Then he pushed me aside with ease and he leaned over to the younger me. He was now awake and looking like he was about to cry. Britain rocked him back to sleep, a calm expression upon his face, nicer than the expressions he makes to me.

"There there America, don't cry." Britain whispered as he cradled me back to sleep with the lullaby from before.

The infant eventually became sleepy once more and went back to his calm, sleeping state. Suddenly, the whole scene faded away with a flash, everything became bright and my vision went sharply from white to black.

:o could that mean that the spell worked? ...Why am I asking questions? I know how the story is going to turn out anyway. As you've probably already guessed, the flashy lights mean that the spell worked and that they will be returned to their own time.

HOWEVER!

That doesn't mean that next chapter will be the last. We still have quite a bit to go. Remember guys reviews=shout-outs so you know the drill. I will always respond to my reviewers so don't be shy okay?

Also I have some news that may interest you USxUK fans. I am about to upload a oneshot that will signal the start of my mini-project. On the side I will be doing "What if One-shots and basically I'll take a scenario from one of my fandoms and write about that. This one asks the question "What if the Revolutionary War ended differently?" and it will be called 'My Hero' so yeah go and check that out, it's pretty sad though...

By the way, I may have to go back and edit some chapters so don't be surprised if you get some e-mails or something.

Sayonara minna-san!

~Neko