Hiya guys
Sorry about the whole paragraph thing, fanfic kept giving me a lot of trouble with this chapter. grrrr
anyone watch the new hetalia episode? I died. Poor Iggy coughing up blood, see he doesn't just mope around on the 4th of july, he is actually sick and sobre. i love how the queen was fussing over him and he was apologizing, and I love Iggy's house. America don't be scared of the unicorn, it just wants to love you.
any way, warnings
My grammar and North's potty mouth. He is a british teenager and from my experience, they don't have the cleanest of mouths. I mean he grew up round England and Scotland... poor kid.
this chapter was meant to be a really long one but it was going to be too long, this is a bulid up to the next chapter so may be a bit slow...
yeah I don't own Hetalia
"Whot ye growing ye hair out for, ye look like wee bunny when he was a pirate?" The Scotsman laughed, causing the Welshman to roll his eyes, his anger rising. He wasn't usually to get annoyed with comments like this, but he had just found out that Arthur had found out about everything. Dylan was not in a good mood.
"I was fed up of Brawd's boss always mistaking me for him, the man doesn't stop complaining." The Welsh nation replied, his tone holding a bit of a bite to it.
"Oi Artie, where's all your booze? Ah no worries I found it."
"Connor, now is not the time to be drinking, and cachau bant (fuck off) Alba."
"Ye look a right edjit"
"Nae need to get snappy at me lad, I haven't even insulted ye sheep yet."
"What was that about my sheep?"
"Hey Al, I found Artie's good whisky!"
"Good going lad, I need a good fucking drink so I can put up with all of ye."
"Alba, we are here for a reason, not just to drink all of Arthur's alcohol." Wales was starting to calm down, since Scotland didn't say anything about his sheep.
"Aye, I 'ave been 'ere longer than ye and I need a drink. We need Patrick ta ring Albion anyway before we can plan anything."
"Can't we just ignore that wanker? Don't know why we've got to wait around for him, he's not even part of the bloody UK."
"We can start talking about something, I don't know, like what we are going to do tomorrow. North we need to find out what happened with China and see what effect that possession had on his body, it's been a long time since it last happened to a nation. Don't let your bloody grudge against Patrick get in the way with your thinking."
"Who put you in bloody charge of everything, you're not the oldest?"
"Aye but he is still older than ye are our wee bairn (baby)."
"I'm not a fucking baby!"
"Of course ye are, and Albion is our wee sister, with all his girlyness."
"That he is, but there is a reason for that Alba, which he now knows about!"
"Keep ye hair on, especially seeing ye have been working so hard to grow it out and not look like wee bunny, the lad took it well."
"You still could have told us before you go and show someone else."
"Come off it, I only showed Prussia and he can't exactly go and tell anyone. He's going ta 'elp Arthur anyway and had already seen the lad as an angel."
"This is all your fault anyway, not doing your bloody job again, I even do them better than you ."
Northern Ireland mumbled to himself but was heard by the Scotsman. The argument soon escalated and became physical, fists were thrown as well as items in England's kitchen.
"I hate my family, and people wonder why I represent the UK as a whole." The Englishman sighed, resting on the door frame as he watched his brothers tiredly.
The ghost next to him laughed but he still felt sorry for the angel. "Oh come on Limey, they're not that bad."
The scruffy blonde watched the war zone that used to be his kitchen only to sigh yet again and lean his head on the doorframe as well. "You're right actually." The blonde quickly pushed off the doorframe as a plate collided with it, before resting back on it.
"They have toned it down with me being injured, otherwise I would have been dragged into it. I have tried to tell them that Patrick had already called but would the wankers listen to me? Of course not and they have to go and bloody take over my kitchen so I can't even go in and make a tea. But you are right it could be worse, especially if Patrick was here as well."
With that said, England pushed of the doorframe and headed to the living room. Prussia followed finding it a bit funny how the blonde just dodged the flying plate as if it was normal and left the battle to sit on the sofa.
Arriving in the living room, Arthur found that there was a hot mug of tea on his coffee table, which had a world map spread across it, taking up most of the space. The Englishman smiled as he sat down next to the green rabbit and thanked him as he patted his lap, inviting the magical creature to sit there. He carefully reached for the hot drink, gritting his teeth when his wounds protested at the movement, before he carefully rested back into the chair and studied the marked map.
There was a red circle marked on the United States of America and a green one on China. The red marked those that were possessed and green were the ones that were safe. Picking up the green stickers he started to place more down on the other countries he knew were safe from the phone calls and text messages he'd received.
The blonde gave the map a small smile as he saw that a lot of the green dots belonged to his past colonies as well as Portugal and, as much as he would deny it, France. All of whom had offered their support, knowing that the island nation was going to need it.
"So the green blob means that mein bruder is safe?" Prussia asked, his crimson eyes studying the map in front of him, sounding a bit hopeful. The ghost was floating crossed legged in the air next to the sofa England was sitting in, his head craned to his left so he could see the Englishman's expressions.
Arthur may not know it, but he had a plethora of expressions that could make it easy to figure out what was going on in the Brit's head, if he wasn't keeping a poker face. Of course the blonde was good at putting on a false face, giving people the wrong idea to what he was actually thinking. He could make people think he was terrified when he had actually found something amusing, he was a manipulative pirate after all and a top notch spy.
However at this present time the angel had let his guard down, he had no need for it to be up anyway. Prussia watched as England frowned at each text message he read, which would then turn to thoughtful, then enlightened, then happy. This repeated itself as he placed all of the stickers, his face turned to pride as he looked at his work, which turned anxious as his eyes darted to the unmarked countries.
The Briton jumped a little at the Prussian's voice - he'd forgotten that it wasn't just Minty and himself in the room. He faced the ghost and gave him a small smile accompanied with a nod. "Yes, I spoke to him earlier and he was perfectly fine, there was nothing different about him, tone or mannerisms, so he's not possessed. Although ghosts can pretend that they are the nation they have possessed, like you did with me. Frederick was shouting something in the background when I was speaking with Germany, so I'm sure the chap is looking after your brother."
"Good Old Fritz." The ghost smiled, a warm feeling swelled in his chest knowing that his bruder was safe. He started to frown, however, when he looked over the map and the red stickers that were in England's pale hand.
"Do you know of anyone else that's possessed?" The albino's eyes lingered on the non-marked Russia and shivered. "What about that wichser (wanker) Russia?" he spat out, he did not like the idea of possibly having to save the Arschgesicht (Arseface), actually he would probably have to leave the limey to do it.
"I'm pretty sure that Belarus has him covered. I actually pity the poor sod that tries." Arthur replied, not making eye contact with the Prussian, his face hard as he continued to stare at the map.
Prussia tried not to laugh at the Englishman's comment, mainly because England's face was starting to look frustrated. A few seconds passed before the angel threw his hands up in the air and slumped back into his chair. He buried his face in his hands, mumbling a string of curses, his hands moved up from his face before they weaved into his hair, where they stayed. He sat hunched forward, staring vacantly at the floor.
The ghost uncrossed his legs so he stood in one swift movement and walked over to the Englishman where he sat down next to him. The Prussian didn't say anything and just waited for the island nation to speak to him when he wanted to; England just needed to know that someone was there.
"Cach (shit), I told you Alba that it would just take a while to fully hit Arthur."
"Shut it ye ninny, ye dinnae even ken if that's what's he cussing about."
"Artie?! Don't be sad, I'm here for you as I'm your best brother unlike these bastards."
"Language," the angel mumbled. He finally dropped his hands and sat back in the chair, starting to stroke Minty's fur again - who hadn't moved at all. The three brothers watched the smallest, all of them not really knowing how to approach the distressed nation.
"Arthur your bruders are worried about you, so stop being unawesome and tell us what's eating you. Is it your wounds? 'Cause you really should be resting with a gash that big." The ghost asked, earning him a glare from Wales at the bluntness. The Welshman was seriously worried about how his little brother was coping with finding out how he'd got his wings.
To the others' surprise, Arthur gave them a dry laugh as he looked them all in the eyes, Connor being the first, Gilbert the last. His free hand automatically fell upon the bandages around his stomach - they were going to need changing soon.
"There are just so many countries that could have been possessed already and I'm bloody injured. There is just so much to do. Just America being possessed could be catastrophic let alone anybody else. It's all just… Fuck!" The Englishman swore loudly as he fell back into to sofa making Minty jump.
The injured blonde closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, his head lolled onto his shoulder where it stayed for a few seconds. He started to mumble things in an accent which Prussia wasn't completely sure was, but he had heard it from the nation before.
"Ah Artie's knackered, he's speaking with a Yorkshire accent again." The youngest declared as he looked towards his other brothers with a look that said 'help him'. The teen nation cared deeply for his brother but wasn't very good at dealing with these situations, he knew how Artie cared for his colonies but he didn't know how to care for a fully grown nation.
Wales nodded to the freckled nation and wordlessly crouched down by mumbling nation. The broader blonde placed a gentle hand on his brother's shoulder and England turned his head slowly to the Welshman. Emerald eyes blinked lazily at the older nation, staring for the moment before the younger nation scoffed.
The Englishman seemed to have said something about the Welshman's hair as the older nation frowned and felt his pony tail. He was finding it annoying and England did have a pair of scissors laying around somewhere. Dylan ignored his brother's insults and moved the Englishman so he was leaning against him, Arthur's arm dapped around his shoulders.
The Welshman nodded at the others as he left the room, dragging England along with him. The others held back the urge to laugh as the angel mumbled incoherent nonsense, not really aware that he was being dragged off to visit the land of nod.
Prussia smiled as he remembered the night after the battle of Trafalgar, when England was knackered after the war but was too stubborn to go to sleep. The Englishman kept switching accents with his moods, a Yorkshire accent when he was tired, cockney when in the mood for a fight or just confident, it was hard to keep track.
"Will the limey be ok for tomorrow?" Gilbert thought aloud once Dylan's and Arthur's footsteps could no longer be heard. North ignored the Prussian and instead looked at the map, bending over with his hand on his hips. Scotland strode beside the teenager and waved dismissively at the ghost, also staring at the map.
"Aye, 'e'll be fine, or just get on with it. Ye remember not long ago when the busses and tubes got bombed, 'im and the rest of his people got on 'em the very next day and even complained when they were late." The Scotsman laughed lightly as he scrutinised the map. "It's*not much, but it's a start. Did we 'ear from Pat in the end?" Scotland asked as he scratched the stubble on his neck.
"Wanker," was the only reply that came from Connor at the other side of the coffee table. Alistair shook his head chuckling at his brother's display of love towards the eldest.
"Ja, he called." Prussia then started to tell the two what England had told him earlier.
"Yes I'm feeling much better now Germany, Thank you for asking. I'm sorry about all the hassle I caused yesterday and for asking you to arrange the meeting at short notice. I promise that everything will be explained once everyone is here."
"That's good to know England. I would very much like to know what happened at yesterday's meeting and I'm sure that everyone else would. I don't mind holding another meeting, as you could imagine, not much got done yesterday."
"Yes, sorry about that."
"Keine sorgen (no worries), but why are your bruders here? I understand Irland (Ireland), but Schottland (Scotland), Wales and Nord Irland (Northern Ireland) don't usually attend meetings."
"Ah yes, they're are a bit, let's say, protective over me after yesterday and wish to stay with me today. They're also bored and have nothing to do at home, so their bosses said they had to come with me so they don't accidently destroy a town out of boredom."
The tall blonde smiled as he thought about how he'd had to bring his bruder to meetings, just so he could keep an eye on him. He sympathised with England, having to look after four brothers and not just one.
"What are they doing now then?" The German asked because as soon as the Englishman appeared with his brothers (they'd met Ireland outside), England gave them a nod and they went straight into the meeting room.
"Oh they're just setting up, I asked if I could have a few minutes to speak to you, seeing as our conversation on the phone got cut short." The island nation gave Germany a nearly there smile and his eyes drifted to his side where a certain ghost stood.
"Ask him how he is and push him when he says he's fine. He's more likely to tell you the truth than anyone else. You're both stur (stubborn). You understand each other." The ghost chuckled slightly at the last sentence, knowing that they each did actually have an understanding of the other, it almost hid the concern that his tone had started with.
England looked Germany in the eyes, picking up on the restlessness in those blue eyes, England's emeralds softened. "How are you Germany?"
"We are doing very good at the moment, The economy is starting to pick up and-"
"No not Germany the country, Germany the person. How are you doing Ludwig? And don't say 'fine', I know that one very well." The Englishman interrupted with a soft smile and spoke gently causing Germany's jaw to drop, which in turn caused Prussia to snort when he attempted to hold back his laughter.
"I think you're scaring him Brows, you don't use your gentle tone in front of many people. I don't think mien Bruder has seen you like that. Luddy has only seen how you act at meetings, the pub and when you have to get Francey Pants." The albino gave the Englishman a pat on the back, unaffected by the glare that was thrown at him. England put his arm behind his back and stuck his middle finger up at the ghost, but kept his face the same as it was before so Germany would be none the wiser.
Gilbert saw the lovely hand gesture and shut up, he knew when to be serious after all. Arthur needed to be careful when handling the German, he didn't want to come on too strong or seem as if he was babying Ludwig and Gilbert joking around wasn't going to help. So the ghost took a few steps back, feeling incredibly frustrated that he had to rely on someone else to comfort his bruder for him. He supposed that it was a good thing that it was England, rather than another nation like France. (Even though France could be very comforting when he needed to be, many people still saw him as (just) a pervert.) As Prussia had found out recently, the former blood thirsty British Empire could be a big softie. He was probably only one of a few that knew but his brother was soon to be another.
"It's quiet." The younger nation replied once he was able to close his mouth again. He allowed his mask to crack slightly showing how tired the German truly was. England spotted this immediately but said nothing - no one needed their weaknesses pointed out in front of them. So instead he waited for Germany to continue. "I find myself putting on some his old CD's at full volume just to break the silence. Dummkopf. I can't do my paper work without mein bruder bursting in to try and drag me out for a beer." The blue eyed nation smiled sadly as he recalled the memories of his brother dragging him off somewhere.
"That gift was nice, danke." The taller nation shifted uncomfortably on his feet as he avoided England's gaze. The sandy blonde smiled slighted and tilted his head by a fraction as he studied the German's face trying to gauge how he should approach Germany.
"It was no problem at all, I haven't done any carving for a while and had some spare wood. It is nice to have a memento of the past. Also it's ok to grieve Ludwig, I know it might sound hypocritical coming from me but, you need to allow yourself to do so. I'm not saying that you should cry and seek comfort from everyone, do it in your own time and know that you do have people looking out for you. Now if you don't mind I need to make sure that my brothers have actually set up the conference room, as they are being suspiciously quite." The Briton bowed to the other before turning on his heel and headed for the door.
Germany watched the retreating nation, allowing his words to sink in. The tall blonde felt his muscles relax, his shoulders becoming less tense. Maybe England was right, maybe he should try and talk to more nations, like Japan. Tired blue eyes stared at the celling a small smile ghosted his lips and Germany exhaled deeply . "I will keep strong bruder, for both of us." He whispered.
A few seconds passed before Ludwig tore his gaze away from the ceiling and back to the conference room door, where he could hear a chorus of booming laughter. Sighing, Germany shook his head and headed for the doors, a smiling ghost tailing behind him.
"So you're telling me that Bhreatain Bheag (Wales) had his hair up in a ponytail yesterday, but because you and Sasanna took the piss he had a bazzer (hair cut). Oh, An Bhreatain Bheag I thought you were the one that didn't give a coodle (shit)." The ginger haired nation laughed who was joined in by Scotland.
Wales simply rolled his eyes, not taking the bait as he was really not in the mood for a fight. The Welshman had cut his hair as it kept getting in his eyes when he was doing things and was constantly falling out when he did tie it up, it had nothing to do with Arthur saying that Dylan reminded him of Francis. So the Welshman now had hair that was in between England's and Switzerland's length. His hair was more tamed that England's anyway so there was a difference, his brother's boss just needed to get his eyes checked.
Choosing to ignore his laughing brothers, Wales finished the spell that would place a protective charm on all the nations. The other brothers had helped set up the spell but England and himself were the best suited for actually preforming it, they both had pretty similar strengths in magic.
Northern Ireland was currently keeping himself busy by tidying up the materials needed for the charm, knowing that he was less likely to get into a fight if he was kept occupied. The teen was the first to notice when England walked into the room, offering his older brother a cheery smile before putting the last of the things away. Zipping up the bag filled with magical equipment, Connor placed it under the table before he walked/skipped to Arthur. The teen didn't fail to notice the glowing 'bracelet' on the older nation's wrist, which confirmed North's suspicions of England still being an angel, judging by what Scotland had told him, the angel would still be like it for at least three more hours.
"Everything's done Artie, so you can relax a bit. Yeah the world can still be thrown into world war three but at least all the nations that attend today will be protected, which means less bloody work. Can't believe that fucking America got himself possessed, out of all the fucking nations, why him. He could nuke the whole fucking planet if he wanted to, not that I'm saying that he is the only one, but yeah."
The freckled teen waved his hands around animatedly as he spoke; he always put so much energy into things, even if it's only talking to someone. Arthur had given up trying to get him not to swear so much, but ever since he'd hit his teens the young nation cursed like a certain Italian. If ever on live television, almost everything the boy said would have to be censored.
The older nation frowned at the teen as he continued to ramble on about how the world was going to end, he was apparently unaware of the effect it was having on the Englishman as he started to internally panic again. Prussia seemed to notice though as he walked up to the chattering country.
"Not even that unicorn that you gave the wanker was enough to protect him, have you heard from Alex at all? If the ghosts to the yank, does that mean they got to Alex? Na, Probably got him when Alex was having a kip. You think any other ballroots (idiots) got possessed that could just press a button and kill a nation?"
"I think you should go and lock away the magic crap so now one touches the stuff and curses themselves. Although it could be awesome if it was that Drecksau (dirty pig) Russia." The albino interrupted Connor's ramblings as he placed a hand to the teen's shoulder.
North looked up to the Prussian, clover meeting crimson with a questioning gaze. Prussia's eyes flickered to the, paler than he was earlier, Englishman. The freckled nation followed Prussia's line of sight to see the condition that his brother was in, which he realised he'd caused. Oops, that's why Dylan kept telling him to watch what he said. The teen nodded sheepishly before going back over where the bag was, instead of putting it away like the Prussian had suggested, Connor just sealed it with magic. Only other magic users would be able to use it now and they weren't likely to curse themselves.
Ireland and Scotland seemed to have stopped laughing as the pair approached the Englishman, Wales went to thank Prussia. The shorter out of the two nations spoke first, the red head stood casually behind the speaker, both of them keeping their eyes on the Englishman.
"Don't worry about what North said Sasanna, we're here to help you, Connor is just as thick as manure but only half as useful." The Irishman smiled as a high pitched 'What?!' was heard from the other end of the room. Choosing to ignore his youngest brother for the moment, Patrick carried on.
"Just thought that I'd tell you that you cast the spell perfectly despite being stabbed and there are no traces of Atila in either tSín's (China's) mind or on the planet. You did leave a lot of blood in tSín mind, which was in a pain in the backside to clean up."
"I'm terribly sorry that I didn't have the chance to tidy up after I was stabbed, it somehow seemed to slip my mind. You have my deepest apologies." The Englishman replied with a roll of his eyes. He did smile to the ginger though to let him know that he was actually grateful for what his brother had done.
"Yeah fucking hell Pat, what you expect Artie to do, get a mop and bucket out?" The teen shouted from the back of the room, apparently in the mood to annoy his eldest brother. The ginger scowled over his shoulder at the teen before facing England smiling and giving him the 'one moment' hand gesture. The pair then started to throw insults at each other. Arthur went to go and split them up only to notice Ludwig enter the room, he looked glad that the room was still intact but not impressed about the yelling brothers. He knew that it was going to escalate, how much no one knew. Dylan didn't seem to care so sat down in his chair resting his head on the table.
"May you melt off the face of the earth like snow into a ditch!"
Prussia watched from the side-lines finding the whole scene rather funny, understanding what Sunbeam had said earlier about them being like France and England. The smallest of the brothers took in a deep breath to prepare himself to break up the fight, only to be stopped by the tallest. Alistair gave Arthur a grin, a cigarette sticking out the side, when he put that in, Arthur didn't know.
"May a cat eat you and the devil eat the cat!"
"I'll do it for a change laddie, don't need ye ta open ye wounds again." The grin on the Scotsman's face grew wider, turning into a devious smirk as he rolled up his sleeves. The Scot strolled casually to the growing dust cloud that hid a fighting Connor and Patrick. Cracking his knuckles he jumped into the brawl causing the insults to get louder and the dust ball to grow even bigger.
"I knew he just wanted an excuse to get into a fight the bloody git." The Englishman muttered tiredly as he pinched the bridge of his nose. The German gave England a look that said that he truly did not envy the island nation.
The battling trio did come to a halt though when they heard a very quiet and shy voice coming from the doorway. All heads turned to face the owner of the voice, Wales's head popped up from his arm pillows, whereas Northern Ireland, Ireland and Scotland let go of each other and stood apart.
"Guten Morgen Mr Germany, Mr Britain... and Mr Britain's Brothers." Liechtenstein greeted, twiddling her thumbs, looking completely out of her comfort zone. Picking up on this immediately, England tried to calm the girl.
"Good morning dear, how are you this morning? Don't worry about those lot they aren't that scary." The gentleman bowed to the young nation with grace that some didn't know he possessed. His actions did earn him a few snickers from his brothers and a certain ghost.
"Mien gott Brows, she isn't your queen you know and don't go saying that your bruders aren't scary, the awesome me saw them eat breakfast this morning. The awesome me will have unawesome nightmares for wochen (weeks)."
England chose to ignore the ghost's words and kept his attention on the slightly frightened girl. She did seem to calm by a tiny fraction as she looked up from her feet and into England's eyes. "I'm gut danke. How are you feeling? I was worried after what happened yesterday."
"I'm fine thank you if nothing but a bit sore, sorry for worrying you. I hope you don't mind me asking but where is your brother? It's rare to see one of you without the other." The island nation had a very good idea about what had happened to the Swiss but needed to know if it was urgent matter.
"Big Bruder has been acting a bit strange since yesterday. We went to the beach for a picnic when the meeting was cut short. The waves got mien feet wet, when he suddenly got very angry at the sea and started to shoot at it. His country declared war on the sea this morgen for coming on to me." The girl replied nervously, a blush forming on her cheeks.
The English nation mentally face palmed, the Roman Emperor Caligula had possessed Switzerland. The ever neutral country had been possessed by a mad ghost that had declared war on the sea and made his horse serve the consul. The worry that he felt earlier dissipated a bit at the news, at least the Swiss wasn't taken over by someone particularly dangerous.
"Oh God that's so fricken funny, man Artie, Swissy's gone- Agh!" England's shoe came into contact with North's face.
Prussia didn't even attempt to hold back his laughter, no one could hear him anyway. It was just the way that Arthur threw his shoe, you couldn't even see him move as he was so quick. One moment there was no shoe in his hand, then there was, then there wasn't again, all the while the island nation faced Germanic girl with a polite smile on his face. Liechtenstein looked nervously to the Irish teen then back to England.
"Don't worry luv, I'm sure he will be better in no time, there is no sea around his country anyway." Arthur reassured truthfully, causing the girl to smile as she believed the sandy blonde in front of her. It soon vanished though when the Briton frowned.
"Do you have anyone to stay with for the time being? Just until your brother returns to his old self, anyone that he trusts?"
The young nation blinked in surprise, not thinking that was the cause of the island nations concern. She smiled once again, this one seemed more genuine than the previous one, and nodded her head enthusiastically.
"Ja, I'm sure that Miss Hungary will keep an eye on me. Danke for thinking of me."
"No problem poppet." Arthur grinned, as Lilli bowed and walked over to his seat, he looked to the table where his brothers were sitting - now in their right seats - to see Wales writing down on a note pad. At least one of his brothers was being somewhat sensible, as the others certainly weren't. Alistair and Patrick were bowing with the twirling waft of the hand to each other in their seats, whilst Connor was winking at the poor blushing girl.
He seriously disliked his brothers some times.
Prussia hovered above the Englishman's head, he was feeling on edge for some reason so felt the need to stay close to England. Wales had told him earlier that Germany was now protected so he didn't need to worry about him, but there was something telling him to stay close to Arthur. Maybe he was getting some awesome ghost powers.
"I suggest you change your appearance a bit, just in case anyone recognises you. I don't think that you should talk with a Scottish accent though, unless you want to piss Alistair off." England whispered softly so that only Prussia was able to hear. The ghost merely nodded and did as he was told, changing to how he'd looked last meeting, but decided to just speak with a very light version of his own accent.
Just in time too, as nations started to flood through the doors. Almost all were present, which was surprising considering how late notice the meeting was put together. They all knew that it would be rescheduled due to the cancellation the day before, but not so soon and a different country.
Admittedly, most of the nations had arrived as Germany had told them all via email that England would be attending, and nations were very curious beings.
Wales tensed when he felt the spell he'd cast tug at him. There was a possessed nation present.
The Welshman tapped his brother on the shoulder, then once on his hand to let him know. England nodded and scanned all the nation's present, which was difficult to do as most of the nations were now standing as they greeted each other, his brothers and himself included.
"Gil, you're going to have to touch every nation in here, ghosts can feel when someone is possessed." England whispered. The ghost who was standing directly behind him, nodded and left his side, putting a hand on everyone he passed.
Acting normal, Arthur rolled his eyes when he spotted Australia bounding his way towards him, New Zealand following behind looking annoyed at his brother but happy when his eyes met with those of his 'mum'.
The Briton smiled at the New Zealander and the Hong Konger that was behind the mousey blonde. The smile disappeared quickly though as the Englishman was tackled by a very solid Australian. The Englishman would have gone flying if he wasn't caught by a certain Portuguese nation.
"Jack, you should try and not injure your mãe (mother) after what happened yesterday." Portugal warned with a smile, carefully placing England back upright on his feet. The young brunette smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck.
"I am not his mother Joao, but thank you. Yes, a simple hello would suffice Jack, you don't have to ram into me every time you see me." The small blonde sighed, his hand automatically rested on his stomach which was starting to ache again, which did not go unnoticed by the others.
"Sorry mate, just worried about you is all, see you left in a right state yesterday."
"Yes Jack and I don't think Mum needed to get hit by a bloody train of an Aussie."
"Shut up Kiwi, you wanted to hug the pommie too."
"Hi Dad, how are you, like, feeling?"
"A bit sore from being rugby tackled, but otherwise fine Leon, thank you for asking."
"I suppose your irmãos (brothers) are meant to be helping you amigo. Good luck with that one."
"They haven't been as bad as they usually are."
"Uncle Dylan looks a bit pale eh."
"Oh Matthew, when did you get here?"
"I've been here the whole time eh."
"Oh sorry luv, how's-"
"ARTHUR!"
England looked up from the safety on the group that surrounded him to see a very alarmed looking Gilbert floating above a hostile looking Italy, who was actually glaring at the ghost. Italy could see the Prussian, which meant Italy was possessed.
"Bollocks." Arthur breathed as the possessed nation reached for a silver object in his blazer and aimed at Germany.
BANG!
Yeah, I possessed Italy, I'm sorry.
Er, there is a fight in the next chapter and sorry if this chapter seemed a bit slow, but it is going to pick up now.
my sister needs to steal my laptop for homework, so might be a bit longer than usual before I up date, I'm about a third of the way through, and it's already 3000 words long. waahhhh!
anyway review and stuff if you want and see you next time
p.s. the song follow me is stuck in my head. Also, I feel like there wasn't enough Prussia in this so
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