Once again hello, and in this chapter we start to get some speed.

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*I do not own Hetalia, nor do I own Nyotalia, they both belong to Himaruya Hidekez.

Chapter 6

Suddenly, Rosie darted down, the nose of her broom being almost vertical, calling England down, she flew towards one of the largest buildings in the complex. "In here." She stated, England followed the girl closely behind her. The doors to the daunting building opened automatically for them, he assumed that, normally, they would not open for just anyone. It seemed to be heavily guarded, yet they could go in without any form of check or suspicion. Once the two were inside, they dismounted from their flying equipment, leaving it propped up against a wall. Inside the building, it was incredibly grand, it seemed quite different from the one he was used to. The interior of this one was like a palace.

"Where are we?" England wondered aloud,

"What are you, an idiot? We're in the European Parliament Building in Brussels. This is the only place, to my knowledge, where you would be safe." Rosie explained sharply.

"I still don't know what I would be in danger for, or what is causing me to be in this 'danger' that you keep telling be about. If I'm brutally honest, you haven't really told me anything." He snapped.

"Oh shut it." Her voice cut through him. "I'll explain it all in due time. For now, shutting up would be in order. The queen commands it."

"The queen isn't anywhere around here." The Englishman replied.

"You really don't know anything do you?" She mocked him, followed by a slight chuckle. "Just come on." She lead him through numerous corridors, they seemed to be relatively similar to the corridors in the building he was used to, placement wise. After numerous, and somewhat tedious turns, they finally reached a pair of huge, elaborate doors, they were engraved with all sorts of designs and patterns: flags, fruits, sometimes even dates, the doors were crammed with carvings, yet, there still seemed to be room for door in itself seemed to compete with the whole interior when it came to 'fancy-ness'. Rosie reached out, and, in one swift movement, swung the door open, forcing it to slam against the wall on the other side. Her strong, harsh voice reverberated around the enormous hall. "Oi! ... Good, there seems to be no one else here."

When it came to seating, the hall seemed to be much like how the UN building in England's own world was. All seats on various levels, with a stage in the middle. Each nation had a tag of sorts, although, the hall seemed much too big, considering only EU members would attend. Rosie dragged England through multiple stands, mumbling something to herself, not that England could tell what she was saying, instead, to occupy himself, he read every single tag individually inside his head, he had no worries of knocking them over, as they seemed to be stuck to the stalls. Eventually, the two got to the bottom, and Rosie dragged him behind the stage, it was dark, and far less fancy than the rest of the building, but seemed to be decent. "You stay in here." Rosie explained, switching on one of the lights, and drawing back a curtain, to reveal a bed. "I've slept in this room before, although it wasn't for very long. This is the eldest part of the building, I have to owe it to Belgium, he helped me out a lot just before I lost nearly all of my powers."

"That reminds me..." England started, "How, and why, did you lose your powers?"

"That's a story for another time. For now, get yourself comfortable, and make sure that you can't be seen immediately from any window, or mirror, or virtually anything else you would be able to see yourself clearly in. It's to do with the location of the gate keeper. She can see everything." Rosie explained, whilst picking up various bits of metal and putting them into her arms. "I don't think there is an EU meeting for a few weeks, nor a UN meeting, stay put for now, you have this entire building to explore and live in, I'll come and find you and alert you if there is a meeting or something I need to tell you. For now, here is a means of contact, press the button and it will tell me you need me, though I would appreciate it if you did not use it on whims."

'So only in an emergency.' England thought, taking the slightly odd device from the girl. There was only one, red button on it, the rest of the contraption was a woody brown.

"As for myself, I must be off, I have things I must do. Farewell, may we meet again." She said, and waltzed back onto the stage, up the stairs, and, presumably, out of the building. England himself sat on the bed, with absolutely nothing to do. There were no reflections anywhere, therefore he could not go back to his own world, currently everything he could do was being dictated by Rosie. It was like being in a box, and the only people who could get you out of the box was the person with the knife outside the box. Only, the box was the world, and apparently Rosie was the one with the knife. But there was one thing he could do, that she couldn't one thing that he could remember off the top of his head, well, mostly. He uttered a word, the meaning of which would not be comprehensible to normal ears, next he knew, he had a cat beside him, a small, black cat, which curled up in a ball next to the man.

Throughout the following hour or two, England continued to cast spells, experimenting with them, combining the two to see what they did, but this overriding boredom just kept coming back. He wished someone it didn't really matter who, would come and keep him company in this boring place, someone he could talk to someone-

SLAM! The whole hall seemed to shake, he could hear footsteps running up and down the levels of seating, he poked his head out from behind the heavy black curtain which oversaw his room. "She's a rascal, she is, she's a rascal, she's been causing me trouble since the middle ages! Oh well~! I'll gouge her eyes out next I see her~!" The girl, the one in the pink dress, the one that looked vaguely like Rosie. "I can't believe it, she's helped to hide so many trespassers out, but you wouldn't believe it from her attitude. Now, crosser! Are you in here? Hm... maybe he doesn't know I'm calling out to him, Hey! The man who completed my accent challenge! Wait, that's not catchy enough..."

England withdrew, and stood stock still, frozen in place. What was this feeling? Fear...? Yet he had nothing he could be scared of! That girl was nothing, just an ordinary girl, still, he could always call Rosie... he decided there was no need for that, he would deal with this himself. Shaking, he pulled back the curtain, "Yes?"

The young lady turned around, her piercing, electric blue eyes shot straight in his direction. "There you are!" She chimed, she ran down the stairs, and grabbed both his wrists in her hands. "You shouldn't associate with Rosie you know, she is in big big trouble with the council. I can't understand why she hid you in here though, it's so predictable! I suppose I'll let you stay in here for a little while longer, but if you're not out in a place I can't find you or something like that, then you'll be in big trouble~!" Her voice was filled to the brim with mockery. It was an English voice, like his, but high pitched, much higher than Rosie's and much more annoying.

"What council? What's Rosie done?" His mind filled with questions, too many to ask.

"Oh, I'm sure she'll tell you, I'm glad I found you, at least I know that you are over on this side rather than the other one. You have a week! Bye-bye!" All of a sudden, she vanished.

On automatic, and slightly panicked, England grabbed the device he had been given and slammed his fist on the button, he didn't know anything, this world looked the same, but was completely different, the laws of physics were the same, but there was something off about it, people here seemed more knowledgeable, if not the general public, then at least the representatives. There was a secret, but he didn't know what it was, there was a secret, one that would hold the key to everything, to the safe full of answers. He was convinced he was making it more dramatic than it should be, not that eradicated the undeniable facts he had mentally obtained so far.

-Two hours later, Somerset, England-

"Fine, I'll tell you what happened, why I have so few powers remaining." Rosie dictated. "I was put through a witch trial, and found guilty, yet, they could not kill me, so they used a court's witch to put me through my paces, and exhaust them to such a degree that I could not use them anymore, I highly doubt that I will be able to get them back."

"Could you elaborate?"

"As you wish, but only because you met Rosette."

Please note: Rosette is the name I use for 2P!Fem!England. Also, Somerset is an English county, in the west.

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