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Warnings: Scared and vulnerable Arthur. And two OC's. (Conner's adoptive human parents. But they adopted Arthur and Berwyn along with Ireland and northern Ireland too.)

Chapter Seven:

Back In England

Arthur couldn't take it. It was silly, really it was. He was scared of himself. He was afraid to be here. Standing in this airport again, it just terrified him. He was frozen, and right now the airport was the coldest place on earth. He was here in a frosty, bitter, wasteland. He knew the boys were looking, and that Francis was worried. Suddenly he felt a trimmer run through his body and it began to rain harder. He knew I was raining, it's always raining. Francis took Arthurs hand and hugged him. Arthur just stood still, it was impossible for him to even move.

"It's ok Arthur. It will all be worth it when you see your human parents again." Francis said. Arthur turned to him and shook violently.

"It hurts, it hurts so badly." He leaned against him and just chanted these words over and over again. Francis picked him up and motioned for Conner to help with the kids. The Scott nodded and called them over. He then told them to hold hands and fallow. As soon as they were in a new car, Alfred piped up.

"Is mommy ok? What wrong with him? Mommy?" he crawled onto Arthur lap but Arthur didn't pay mind to anyone. He was stuck in memory right now. "Daddy, is mommy happy crying?"

Francis smiled at his innocence. "No Alfred, mommy is scared right now. He doesn't like this place very much."

"Why are we here then?" He asked tilting his head.

"For a family meeting, don't worry Alfred. Mommy will be ok." Francis said. Alfred nodded then climbed back over to Matthew and they mumbled together. Arthur looked up at Francis as the rain grew harder. "I'll call Daniel, so you can talk to Sophie. Would you like that?" Arthur thought for a moment before slowly nodding. Sophie, they hadn't talked for a while.

Francis took out his phone and dialed a number. As soon as it began to ring he put it up to his ear, and then said a hello. "Hey Daniel, is Sophia there? Yeah, I need to talk to her. Please, thank you Australia."

"Hello? Who is this?" came a soft voice from the other line. It didn't sound to happy, Francis realized the time zone difference.

"Ah, Sophie, I'm sorry if I woke you. This is Francis."

"OH! Hehe, hi and no I was just doing some things. They can wait though." Francis smiled remembering the 16 year old girl he had seen all those years ago. He wondered what she looked like now as a 24 year old woman. Maybe she would ha… NO! He was married, he didn't need to think like that. Yes, he loved Arthur. Curse the people who are having sex in his country, that's whats causing those thoughts.

"Yes hello Sophie, nice to hear from you again. I would love to talk but we're in England right now, and Arthur is afraid." He looked down at Arthur when she made a confused noise asking why he was afraid of himself. Arthur shook his head and took the phone from him. He had kept in touch with her over time after he found out about her.

Arthur took some deep breaths, and Sophie figured out if was him. She had been alive more than plenty of times, and she in a way took care of him when they met. She knew Arthur, and Francis was jealous of that. Even though she had died of he knew she must have been watching him.

"It's ok, Nana is here. I know you don't want to believe it, but I know you still call me Nana. Well whatever the problem is, I'm sure it will be alright." Arthur gave a shaky breathe as tears fell down his face. He curled up by Francis and just looked at the phone, which was now on speaker. Alfred and Matthew were watching with worry, and Conner tried staying focused on the road while Berwyn was asleep. "It's ok Iggy. I may have missed this part in your life because I was young, but please calm down. Nana is here."

"I-I, my name isn't Iggy… please Na- Sophie just t-talk."

"Nah, its Iggy to me. You can still call me Nana, I like that name. I don't know what to talk about so I'll just tell a story. So your little ones don't get to bored. Would they like that? Are they even there?" Sophie asked. Alfred laughed.

"I want a story read to me! Not those little people, there is no little people here anyway. Where are they?" Alfred said, he really had no clue.

"Hehe, who's that? Alfred or Matthew?" Arthur told Sophia and she laughed. "Well, sweet Alfred, I am Sophie, but to you mother I'm Nana. The little people I'm talking about are you and your brother. "

"OH! Are you mommy's mommy?" Matthew suddenly said looking at the phone. There was silence for a moment until she spoke back up.

"I know the story I'm going to tell. And you better love me you know. I gave you that bear Matthew and Alfred I gave you the jacket, but anyway. When me and you mother met…"

~flashback ;o~

Sophia walked along the bank simply looking at the scenery of the forest. Everything was beautiful. Each little gift given to a human from the fruit of life, and the plants of forever was perfectly in line. She loved to see users take her gifts, even if no one gave anything back, she could deal.

As she walked she heard a faint noise. When she continued it grew louder. The noise, she realized, was a crying child and she quickly ran in the direction of it. She was thankful that her 13 year old body was light, so she could run faster. When she found the maker of the sorrowful noise, it surprised her.

There in front of her was what appeared to be a little boy around three year's old hanging from a tree branch. The only thing holding him up was an old green cloak. He was trying to untie the item but if he tried he would choke. The branch snapped and Sophia found herself holding the crying child. She quickly untied the item around his neck. He took a deep breath, but continued crying. He looked at her with big green eyes, as if she was going to hurt him. She then noticed all the cuts and blood stains on his little dress. He was covered in bruises, and as he stared in horror at her and tried to run away she couldn't help but cry.

Humans were smart creature, yes they were, but they thought inhuman things could take on unimaginable things. They could, but it still hurt them to extent. This child was small and fragile. He could easily be hurt and taken right now. As he grew he would become stronger, but he was hurt. She felt tears burn her cheeks. She just stared into his green eyes. She knew when she stared to glow the light turquoise she was taking his pain. His bruises instantly vanished, and he stopped moving. She felt it. She felt her health temporarily leave her and be replaced by pain. The tears just fell harder.

She smiled at him though, he was to cute.

"I'm Sophia. I hope you feel better. Try not to get hurt ok, and make sure you don't get caught in a tree again." She set him on the ground and folded the cloak. "Be more careful." With that she stood back up and walked away, but felt a hand grab at the end of her dress. She looked down to see those green eyes looking at her again, she smiled. "No, no you can't come."

"Na, Na I want to."

Sophia blinked, then giggled. He had tried to mock her, and failed. She knelt down and patted his head. "No, no. Really, I can't take care of you my mommy is sick I need to help her."

"NANA!" he screeched and began crying again.

"What's wrong?"

"Na, na. Igithur is scared Igithur is not happy alone." He cried.

"Who is Ig-ith-ur?"

"ME!"

Sophia blinked at the little boy, who she now knew as Ig-ith-ur. "That's a very… unique name you have." Then she thought, maybe he was mispronouncing it. She just smiled though. "Alright then Iggy, you can come. Think of it as my gift to you."

~End of flashback~

"And that's how I met your mommy."

"Ig-ith-ur?" Francis said looking down at Arthur.

"I-I wasn't the best at speaking back then…" Arthur said while looking away to hide his blush.

"I didn't know his real name until I heard it from one of the villagers. Yet I still called him Iggy." Sophie laughed. "Do you feel better now Ig-ith-ur?"

"It's Arthur and yes, I feel… a little better… Nan- Sophia, when can I see you again? Please come by soon. I want you to meet Alfred and Matthew, they are growing like normal children, but then again they're countries are and were already alive, but still visit more."

"I'll see what I can do." She said. Soon she said her goodbyes though and they were now in an old house.

It was silent, but that was expected. It was night outside and the rain had lessened. An old man sat on the couch reading a newspaper. His square framed glasses hid his eyes and he adjusted the suspenders. He was a thin man, but he wasn't sickly thin. He still had a long time to go until death. Conner cleared his throat and walked into the living room. The man looked up and smiled at him.

"Ah, nice to see you again Conner." He stood and hugged Conner, who hugged back. The man had a thick Scottish accent like Conner's. Arthur walked into the room holding each of the boys hands. "OH! Who are these little fella's?" the old man said as he knelt down and smiled at both Alfred and Matthew. They both hesitated and clutched onto Arthurs pants.

Arthur smiled apologetically at the adoptive father he had. His other ones had died of, but overall the high-strung man was the best. "It's ok you two, I be he has gifts for you. I have to help with the luggage, meet my daddy ok." And with that he pride the two from him and went to help Conner and Francis. Berwyn instantly hugged the old man.

"Father, this is Alfred and Matthew. They are brother's kids! He had them to! Nations can have a kid, that's cool right? You thought you wouldn't have grandchildren, but you did!" Wales laughed and smiled at his father. "Alfred, Matthew, this is my papa, Rodger. He's your grandpa."

"It's very nice to finally meet you two." Rodger said looking at the two 8 year olds. "It's rather late, so I will give you your gifts in the morning. For now just go ahead and explore the house." The man stood up and walked outside.

Alfred looked at Matthew and smiled widely. He pulled his brother along into the dining room. The house was huge, but not too big. The dining room was elegant, but Alfred thought that was boring so he dragged his protesting brother around to some other room.

Over all in Alfred's opinion, every single room in the house was boring and smelled like old books. He was completely bored out of his mind when he was done. He yawned as he sat on the couch watching the flames in the fire place.

When Arthur reentered the living room, both his boys were sleeping on each other. He smiled and picked them up. He walked upstairs and put them in a spare room with Berwyn. He went to another room with Francis, and soon everyone was asleep.

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The next day they were at the park. Everything had been nice and Alfred and Matthew had wondered around to play. Arthur smiled. It was only him and his boys, with a kite Rodger had given to them. They were having so much fun, but then Arthur looked away. Something had caught his eye, but he lessened it down to nothing. Yes he was jumpy. He was on high alert because they were in a public area. Anything could happen.

When Arthur looked back toward his offspring there was a man. He had soft sunny hair, similar to Alfred's but lighter. He knelt down in front of them and smiled gently, his soft blue eyes twinkling. He was talking to them, but Arthur couldn't hear him. He raised his brow at the man, but his blood boiled. He began to run over to his children only to find he was stuck. Arthur began to panic. He screamed at Alfred to run away with Matthew but he couldn't find his voice. Alfred looked at him before taking Matthews hand, but Arthur was still panicked. The man frowned and called them to come closer, be Alfred glared and stepped back with Matthew, who also didn't look very happy. Arthur saw them run away and relief washed over him when the man became pissed, but didn't fallow them. The guy was tall, and frightening, but he still didn't look or feel like a nation. Arthur had never seen him before.

Before Arthur knew it he was hit hard. He felt his jaw bruise at the contact. The guy yelled at him and kicked him; he felt his side begin to form a lump. Arthur glared at the man. He wasn't too strong, but it still hurt a little. When the guy was about to kick again he grabbed his ankle and flung him. Tear filled his eyes when more horrible memories came back to him. He quickly stood up, full out shock taking over. He ran. He couldn't have it, he didn't want it. He HATED it. Everything about himself was wrong, the people, the land, the government.

He felt tears run down his face as he made his way toward the docks. He quickly rid his face of any tears and walked up to the boatmen.

"O! England how ar-"

"Take me to Sealand. I know it's not safe for humans to board it now a days but I want some solitude." Arthur said, the boatmen nodded. Sealand was a little army base he had made a long time ago to escape from the world. He hadn't been there in a long time.

He saw the base in sight now, and a wave of relief washed over him once he jumped onto it. He told the men to leave, and they did just that. He placed his hand on the wall and caressed it lovingly. It was really the only part of him that he liked. It was such a large base, yes. He loved it.

He just sat there for hours on end feeling happy about the silence. He heard some noise from a boat and people yelling, so he stood and looked over the edge to see Francis in a boat alone. He smiled up at him and Arthur smiled down. He jumped up onto the base after tying the boat to a hook. Once he was beside Arthur he hugged him.

"Francis I-"

"Alfred explained everything. He said mommy was flailing around but no one could hear him, but he was screaming. That there was a scary man, so he took Mattie and ran away like he thought you were saying. It's ok, they found their way back to the house. Rodger said to take as much time as I needed, he would watch the kids."

Arthur looked up at Francis as tears stung his eyes. The man knew the places he would hide, and he may have checked them all at least twice before looking here. Countless times Arthur had wanted to die, but when Francis showed up he realized he couldn't hurt the people he loved by trying to disappear. He wrapped his arms around Francis' neck and kissed him. Francis being France of course deepened the kiss instantly feeling the passion.

Francis pulled Arthur closer, which caused the Brit to yelp. Francis drug his tongue across the bottom of Arthurs lip. Arthur instantly opened his mouth and Francis explored the cavern with a hungry tongue. Slowly he laid Arthur onto the floor of the base. It was damp from rain but they paid no mind.

Arthur gasped for air when Francis finally pulled away. The Frenchmen unbuttoned his shirt them took off his own. The chilling air made them shiver, but the heat was too much. Francis leaned down and placed kisses on his jaw line as his hand kneaded his crotch. Arthur groaned a little at the actions and he felt himself becoming hard. When his husband sat back up there was a smirk on his face.

"Such a kinky place to make love, don't you think?" Francis chuckled then pinched both Arthurs perk nipples.

"S-Shut up- Ah." Arthur gasped and arched a little. They had done this plenty of times in weird places, like the bathroom. Oh that was fun. Francis even found that his erogenous zone was the two fuzzy eyebrows on his head.

Francis pressed down on the buds located on Arthur's chest, making Arthur moan. He removed his hands and unzipped Arthur's pants. He wasn't near as hard as Francis wanted him to be, so he removed his lovers pants fully, undies and all, so that he was now only wearing his unbuttoned dress shirt. He took a moment to admire his body like always. God Arthur may have hated how he looked but Francis just LOVED him.

Arthur constantly complained about his appearance, but the creamy white skin and lovely green eyes, were just beautiful. His slim figure was comparable to Japans, but Arthur always wore clothes to hide that. He wasn't outgoing, but once you knew him he wouldn't hide anything.

Arthur curled up as he watched, but Francis caught him quickly and kissed him. He hands wandered to the partial arousal Arthur had. The Brit gasped as Francis roughly dragged his palm across it. He stroked it quickly and Arthur was arching and crying for him in no time.

As Francis watched his eyes caught sight of Arthur's eyebrows. A devilish smile covered his face and he stopped and reached up towards them. Arthur watched and his eyes grew wide.

"Francis don't you dare to- !" Arthur arched even more bending his head back and moaning at trimmers ran through his body. Francis watched, smirking at Arthurs now flush arousal. The body under him convulsed when he stopped, it whined at the loss. "Oh god…" Arthur breathed roughly. Francis smiled and crashed their hip together, and they both gasped at the friction. "F-Francis please."

Of course the other was happy to comply. Francis ridded himself of his pants, he wouldn't enter yet though. He flipped Arthur over onto his hands and knees, then pried his ass apart…

"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Arthur gasped. The wet muscle probing him, feeling the wet spit inters him as makeshift lube. "Oh bloody hell Fra-Francis." He moaned.

After a while of probing Francis pulled away to look at his work; Arthur was trying his best to hold himself up, and his creamy face was flourished in red. He smiled and to Arthurs hips, then slammed himself in. Arthur let out a throaty moan from the feeling. Francis stayed patient though, his own breath was roughly navigating through his throat. He breathed, then leaned down and licked Arthur's earlobe, receiving another soft moan. Francis pulled out and slammed back in, pleasuring Arthur and himself. This continued.

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