Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

In a house in a country area rarely found in England, a man sits on his patio porch, sipping tea as he watches his many memories come to life. "Engwand!" A smile came upon the Englishman's lips as he saw his former brother's colonial form run to his younger self. "I missed you Engwand!" England's other self crouched down and picked America up, tossing him lightly in the air then hugging him closely. "Engwand, I can't breathe."

The Brit chuckled as he released his brother. "Sorry, love, but you now how much I miss you as well." America's smile brightened as he nodded then grabbed the elder's hand, dragging him. "Whoa there America. Where are you taking me?"

"Home!" England chuckled as the little guy continued to drag him. "I need to show you some great things! I found a lot of stuff, and I think you'll like them!"

The Brit chuckled once more as he nodded, letting the boy lead him back home. "I bet I most certainly will." As they kept walking further, closer in a direction, a house had come into view, ending the memory just like the way it was remembered.

England sighed as he put his cup of tea down on his table. "It's been a long while since you've projected that memory for me." He peered over his shoulder as one of his little fairy friends appeared. "Thank you Lily." She smiled then flew over to the table, sitting on a clean napkin. England stared at her, shaking his head as he chuckled. "You have more memories for me to see, don't you." A sweet chuckle came from the little fairy, and just as she did, another scene played out.

"England!" Another version of America came into view as the Brit took a sip of his still lingering tea. The boy ran over to an England with an arm in a sling. They laughed, but still, England flinched at a small zing of pain.

"This one, too, eh?" England leaned back into his chair as he sighed. "The one where I gave America the little soldiers." Just as he described the event, it happened. Another sigh. "I wish I could summon up all the different America's that I remember." He chuckled. "That'd be an interesting family reunion." Lily chuckled as she stopped the memory, kissing England on his head then disappearing. The Brit pouted as he couldn't see his memories anymore. "Ah, come on Lily, I was having a great time watching those." He knew that she wasn't there, but wanted to complain.

England is always in a certain mood when he remembers America from his days of being a colony, and they always make him sad. The reason why he was in this mood today was because the American he missed was going to visit. He sighed again, picking up his tea cup and moving into the house. "What a family reunion that'd be..." he mumbles. As he sets his cup in the sink, an idea struck him. "I wonder if that would work." He smiled.

When he was done in the house, he went outside and turned into Britannia Angel. "All right, lets test this out." His wand appeared and he looked at it dearly. "I hope this works." He took a stance and said. "Haota!" A puff of smoke appeared and England smiled.

"Engwand!" A small cry came from the smoke as a boy jumped out, hugging the British country. "Where were you? I haven't seen you in so long." Little America cried in his arms, but soon stopped as he heard another voice from the smoke.

"England, have you seen my soldiers? I can't find them." England looked up at another America and smiled shaking his head. "Oh, drat. Where did I put them?"

"Yo England! Wanna play a cowboy game with me?" An America with a cowboy outfit appeared as he pointed two guns at England. He saw the outfit England was in and laughed. "Why are you dressed as an angel, England? That so doesn't fit you, and not to mention..." he looked down and saw England's legs, blushing tremendously. "Dude, where are your pants?! Get some pants on 'cause there are kids around!" England chuckled as he sat down on the ground, holding the little America that was staring at his wand. The next thing that had caught Ranger America's eye was a little white moshi. He chuckled and leaned down on the ground, poking the moshi's cheek. "I wonder why this little guy looks like me?"

"England, could you help me find my soldiers? I wanna play with them, but I can't if I can't find them." America started to tug his arm for attention, and England just smiled.

Behind England came three more America's. One in a suit, another in the revolutionary clothing, and the original America. The one in the suit walked over closer to England as he complained about the suit, and the original just stared. "This is what he does in his free time when he misses me?" His revolutionary self just stared as well, but then freaked as he saw everything. America glanced at his other self, seeing the gun and soon smiled. "Can I barrow this?" He took the gun without waiting for an answer. "Thanks." As he started to run, his other freaked even more as he chased him, and his formal self looked behind him, worried. "England! I can't believe didn't invite me to this family reunion."

The Brit couldn't hear him that well since he was preoccupied with the others in front of him, and that made America a bit more agitated. "England!" Just another day in England with England, and America regretted ever wanting to visit his former brother. "I'm going to get you you perverted old man!"

Note: This story came from a picture that I found on the internet. It had Angel!England with all the America's that he's remembered. The picture that you imagine in your head at the very ending is sort of the picture that I found. I loved the picture and it kept bugging the hell out of me to write a story like this, so I did. I didn't know if I should've put this up here or not, but... I'm just submitting it.

Ciao: I hope you like the little story! Thanks for reading, loves! R&R.