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Chapter 7

Arthur stared gloomily into his tea as he sat in a small café. Several days had passed since his release from the hospital, and as the queen requested he had spent the days away from work. This was much appreciated due to the flashbacks still coming to him if he so much as thought too much about the people he met. At times he would become so engrossed in them that he could barely focus on anything else in the current world.

Due to this, along with taking off from work he also decided to take a short break from his schooling to focus more on what was happening. But so far he could not come up with any idea that made sense to him, causing him to wonder if he should try to get in contact with one of the people who visited him and ask. This idea never came to much, however, because he would instead get cold feet and decide against it.

To make things even odder, that afternoon he was told to meet with the queen for an "important discussion." They had had plenty of discussions in the past during teatime, but never had he actually been summoned for one that was deemed "important," causing him to wonder what was wrong.

Arthur checked his watch once more before deciding that it was time to start towards the palace; not wanting to make the queen wait for whatever they needed to talk about. As he left the café, however, he could not help but pause at feeling as if someone was watching him. As casually as he could, he glanced around him and found a boy staring at him. The boy looked to be roughly twelve with sandy blond hair and slightly bushy eyebrows similar to him. Arthur could not help but to frown and furrow his eyebrows at the boy, feeling as if he should know him but unable to place him.

The boy then smiled and called out to him, "Hey jerk-England, you gonna just stand there all day or actually say high to me?"

Arthur frowned upon hearing the 'jerk-England' part, remembering having the same child in the past constantly calling him that. At last Arthur walked up to the child and said, "Hello ingrate. And hasn't anyone ever told you that it is rude to call people a jerk? Honestly, what did I ever do to you anyways? Not to mention do your parents know what a foul mouth you have young man?"

The boy paused for a moment, only to then begin giggling. After a few moments to compose himself the boy said, "I can't believe that I actually missed your ranting, but I did. As for the jerk part, I have a very good reason to call you that, but I guess you don't remember that."

"Right…and why exactly were you watching me? Never mind, I really should be going," Arthur began, only to then remember that he needed to start walking before he was late. With this in mind, he began to walk away from the boy, only to have the youth follow him.

"Hey, jerk-England, I just heard a little while ago from America that you forgot about everything, is that true?" the boy asked.

"Look you, stop calling me England or jerk-England or whatever. My name is Arthur. And just who are you anyways?"

"You mean you really don't remember me. But you remembered Japan; that's totally unfair! And to think that at one time you thought you could be my big brother. What a jerk," the boy said with a pout only to continue, "Fine, I guess I can tell you my name. I'm the Principality of Sealand, but most people just call me Sea-kun. And while you're at it as an apology you can recognize me, okay."

"Wait…Sealand, your older brother, recognize? What the bloody hell are you talking about?! Firstly, what is with all of the people suddenly meeting me named after places? And there is no way I could be your brother since I'm an only child," Arthur protested, spinning around to look Sealand in the face.

The child simply smiled and said, "So then you don't even know about us, huh. They really weren't lying about you being clueless. As for an only child, I heard them say that you were adopted right? So then how do you know that you didn't have any brothers or sisters you were separated from?"

Arthur blinked at this as a quick image flashed of several other boys who looked similar to him, only for the image to vanish as soon as it came. This placed him in a daze until he heard someone call for the boy followed by Sealand saying, "Well, I guess I'll be going. And weren't you saying you had to be somewhere?"

Arthur gasped and looked once more at his watch, only to see that he had a couple of minutes to get up to the queens quarters if he did not want to be late. Upon seeing this, he rushed off towards the palace and did not stop until he reached the doors to the room exhausted.

He gave himself a moment to compose himself and straighten his clothes before he knocked on the door and opened it; only to pause upon what he saw. Sitting in the room with the queen was the same Scottish man he had seen twice that month, only this time he was joined by two others which looked similar to him. All three of the men had green eyes and bushy eyebrows like Arthur, but what stopped him the most was how they looked exactly like the boys he saw in his last flashback. The new two could not help but stare at Arthur surprised.

"I heard that you were actually around, but to think you've been here all along," one said in a thick, Irish accent.

"Yes, I have to admit that we missed having you around to mess with England," the other new one continued. Arthur could not help but notice that of the three this new one looked the most like him.

"Hello Arthur, right on time as I expected," The queen finally said, forcing Arthur to look away from the others and bow curtly to her.

"Yes…um…you said there was something that you needed to discuss with me?" Arthur asked, trying to ignore the glances the others were giving him and muttering about him.

"Yes, and to begin I would like you to meet with these three," the queen began, signaling the others to stand as she said their names, "First is Scotland; I am aware that this is not the first time you've seen him. To his right is Wales, and to the left is Northern Ireland."

"I see, hello, it seems that all you three need is an England and then you would have the United Kingdoms," Arthur said with a slight laugh.

"Aye, but we already have an England," Scotland began.

"Oh really."

"Yup, you are our brother England. No doubt about it," Northern Ireland continued.

Arthur paused at this for a moment, only for the queen to respond, "You see Arthur…you are a very special person. Just like these boys and the others that you meet last week. Like the others you personify a nation, this nation, England. That's why I suppose you've always received good marks in history and government and such. And why your health at times seemed to become worse if something happened to the nation."

"But personified nations? That's impossible!" Arthur protested.

"It may seem odd right now, but that is the truth. That's also why you've been remembering all of us so much recently. It's most likely because you are so close physically to the age you were when you…disappeared," Wales rebutted.

"Disappeared…what happened?" Arthur asked. He did not want to believe what he was hearing, but in the very least it may give him a new theory about the memories.

"Well, about 23 years ago you became sick and sort of vanished. According to the queen she found you shortly after that as a toddler and had you raised here without us knowing. But now that your memories are coming back it is time to learn what you should have a long time ago," Wales continued.

"So let me get this straight. You expect me to believe that I'm some really old thing called England that just one day turned into a kid. I have to admit your majesty; I never thought that you would play this kind of joke. How many people are in on this exactly," Arthur scoffed.

"Everything we have told you is the truth. And I have already told them that they will be assisting you in learning the bits of being a nation which you forgot," the queen answered sternly, disliking the idea that Arthur thought all of this was simply some joke.

"But what about working here?"

"It is already taken care of, England. I have already told Mr. and Mrs. Kirkland that you will no longer be working here," the queen answered, frowning when she saw the confused and slightly nervous look on Arthur's face.

"But then what about school?" Arthur asked frantically.

"I'm afraid there is much work for a nation, too much work for you to finish your graduate school. I'm am sorry England, I know that all of this must be a shock to you," The queen answered sincerely.

"No…this is wrong! Just stop with all of this already. There must be some mistake; my name is Arthur, not England! My name is Arthur Kirkland. I'm 23 years old and work here at the palace. I attend university and am currently working towards a master's degree in English history. I'm not some freak called England!"

"Yes ye are, and the sooner you get used to that the better it is for everyone," Scotland said while grabbing hold of him; only to have Arthur push him off and fall to his knees, constantly repeating the same little rant more to himself than anyone.

They allowed this to continue for several minutes before the queen sighed and said, "England…Arthur, enough. Your parents did not raise you to act like such a child did they?"

Arthur did not look up to the others, but simply shock his head "no."

"Then do not start now. Simply…think of this as a new permanent order, or as the end of a very long vacation, alright?" the queen continued.

Arthur still did not stop with his talking to himself, but did eventually give a sullen nod that he understood. The queen smiled at this and said, "Excellent. Then starting tomorrow your brothers will be helping you learn to be a nation. In the mean time, why don't you go and rest, alright? I'll see you soon."

With this said, she dismissed the nations and watched as Arthur stiffly got to his feet and staggered out of the room. She felt sorry for how badly he was taking all of the news, but she knew that she could not longer hide the truth.

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