After France's plan for the couple to confess backfires and England says something he shouldn't, the British nation realizes he must set things right. Will he be able to or will it be a waste of time?

There is implied SpainXRomano and GermanyXItaly! Also, I was not trying to make fun of Italy's boss, this was just for the story.

I hope you guys enjoy this! It took me a while to type up this chapter so try to enjoy it!

England stood in front of the door, contemplating whether or not this was a good idea. The British nation decided that he should try to ask Ireland's friends for advice. He didn't want Ireland to stay mad at him for another few decades all because of some misunderstanding. Although, he wasn't sure that starting here was such a wise decision.

England rang the doorbell and waited for the owner of the house to appear.

"I've got it, Lovi~!" Spain called to someone in the room. After a rude "Stop calling me that!" from Romano, Spain opened the door to see England. For a moment, they stood there staring at each other. Spain wasn't sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him. England was considering turning around and going somewhere else.

"What brings you here, England?" Spain asked in his normal, cheery voice. The blond took a deep breath before speaking, preparing for the worst.

"That thing that happened yesterday... I want to set things right... So, I'd like your help, if you may-"

"No." England almost didn't hear the Spaniard's answer. "Sorry, England, but I really don't think Ireland deserves you. Especially after all the things you did."

"But that's the point! I want to make him see that I'm not such a bad person!"

"You'll have better luck going to someone else because I'm not helping you. Adiós." (T: Goodbye) Spain closed the door in England's face as he sighed out in frustration.

"Well, it could've been worse," the Brit told himself.

After a tedious hour of figuring out where Italy ran off to, England found himself outside of Germany's front door. He was starting to think that this wasn't a really good idea either.

Ringing the doorbell, the British nation waited a little too anxiously for Germany to answer. He was a little surprised to see Prussia open up the door to him. Needless to say, the Prussian was also a bit surprised.

"What brings you to the slightly awesome house of my little brother?"

"I've come to ask for some advice."

"On?"

"Getting Ireland to stop being mad at me so we can be in a relationship again."

"I don't know if I can do that."

"Then can Germany or Italy give me some assistance?"

"How did you know Feli was here?"

"I spent an hour asking his boss where he was." The problem with Italy's boss was that he didn't speak much English and thought England was a regular human at first. This is why it took an hour to find a translator to explain everything to Italy's boss.

"I guess I can do that. I mean, the awesome me can't speak for everyone."

Well, no shit, the British nation thought to himself as he was led into the living room. Germany was reading the paper while Italy was playing with one of Germany's dogs and trying to get Germany's attention.

"West! Feli! There's someone here who wants to talk to you guys!"

"Ve~! A visitor? How nice~!"

"Who is it Prus-" Germany stopped himself when he saw England's figure appear behind his brother's. He too was a little surprised to see the Brit.

"Guten tag, England. What brings you here?"

"I wanted to ask you for some advice."

"Advice? I'm not sure I-"

"He wants love advice," Prussia cut in. This made Germany blush a little and Italy's face light up.

"Mr. England needs some love advice?! I can do that!" Italy rushes up to England as the man takes a step back in surprise. The Italian jumps up and down excitedly with a happy grin on his face.

"What are you having problems with, England? Maybe I can help! Unless it has something to do with what to do on a date, I can give you some good advice!"

"Italy!" Germany tried to calm the Italian down. England looked away for a moment before staring Italy in the eyes.

"You wouldn't happen to know how to get your brother to stop being angry with you, would you?"

Italy stopped jumping and his smile faltered. England was sure that this would be similar to his visit to Spain's house.

"This has to do with you and Ireland, doesn't it?" the auburn-haired man asked. England answered him with a nod, not sure what Italy would tell him.

"Well, when Fratello and I have a fight, I usually make his favourite foods that have a lot of tomatoes in them. Maybe you should-"

"No!" Germany and Prussia yell at the same time. Italy looked at them with confusion and a tilt to the head. England didn't seem to be in any way offended or upset. What people thought of his cooking wasn't a concern at the moment.

"I could give you some awesome advice on this situation," Prussia offered, "But West usually cools down after a while. Plus, I never said anything that hurtful to him."

England sighed and slumped his shoulders. Obviously, coming to Germany's house wasn't going to help him.

"Do you have any advice to offer, Germany?" England attempted to see if possibly the German nation would help him out, even a little.

The lighter blond male gave the Brit a discouraging look. Still, he held a serious gaze and kept a perfect poise any military sergent would praise.

"I'm afraid you're asking the wrong person, England," Germany replied in a calm voice, "You see, I just ended up in a relationship so I'm not really sure what to tell you." Italy walked over to the couch, sat next to Germany, and cuddled into his arm. The Italian let out a happy "ve~" as Germany continued. "I still have yet to know all the things that go on in a relationship. The good things, the bad things, the sad things, the aggravating things."

England's eyebrows drooped into a sad expression. It wasn't just Germany's words that depressed him. It was seeing Italy snuggling up against Germany's arm like the Brit use to do to Ireland's chest. It was seeing the faint blush that spread across the German's face like it did with the red-head when he confessed his feelings to him. It was seeing Prussia look at the couple with pride and happiness just as England secretly hoped his older brothers would do one day. He didn't think he'd grow so sad from seeing other couples being happy with each other.

"I thank you for your effort. You at least tried."

England turned to leave but was stopped by Italy speaking up.

"Hey, England! If you want advice on how to make Ireland happy again, shouldn't you go to his best friend?"

It struck England a few times to go to the one closest to Ireland. Although, he wasn't sure how it would turn out. The closer the relation, the more likely they are to defend and protect Ireland from England.

"I guess talking to the leprechauns might help," England said subconsciously.

"I was actually thinking that maybe you can talk to Big Brother France?"

"Oh no! I will never go to him for advice! Even in the worst case scenario, I will never go to him!"

"Ahhhhhh! It was just a suggestion! Don't yell at me!" Italy hid his face behind Germany's shoulder in fear, his boyfriend patting his head awkwardly to comfort him.

"I'm sorry, Italy. I'll leave now."

"Don't take another step forward, lad!" Oran, Ireland's eldest leprechaun, shouted at England. England had just gotten off the ferry to get to Ireland's land, and was about to step into Dublin when Ireland's leprechauns surrounded him. This was not turning into a good day.

"I haven't come to hurt Ireland in any way. I only came to talk to you."

"About what?" a much younger male leprechaun demanded.

"I want to make things right. I want us to get back together."

"You've had your chance! And you screwed it up twice!"

"That's why I want to set things right!"

"Well, you can't do that because Ireland's not here!" a female leprechaun snapped. The other leprechauns looked at her with disappointing looks.

"Ashling! We told you not to tell him that!"

"Sorry! It slipped!"

"What do you mean, he's not here?" England asked, sounding a little more desperate than he had intended.

"We're not telling you!" the young male leprechaun shouted, "You don't deserve him after what you did!"

England let his shoulders slouch, not caring to show proper alignment of his back and shoulders. He knew the little creatures were right.

"I know I don't deserve him. I don't even deserve to acknowledge him as my older brother. He's been so kind to me, he put up with everything I did even if it hurt him. Worst of all, I was the cause of all of his suffering. I can understand if you hate me. I can understand if my brothers hate me. But I can't understand Ireland hating me."

"And why's that?" Oran asked.

"Because... Ireland made a promise to me when we first met that he would never hate me. No matter what unforgivable thing I've done he said he would never hate me." A tear threatened to escape from England's eye but he willed it to stay inside his lid.

Oran stood in front of England quietly and smoked from his pipe. He was considering whether or not if he should tell England where Ireland was. With a final exhale of smoke, the elder leprechaun gave the Englishman his final word before leaving.

"If you truly love Ireland, you'll go through any length to get him back. Just make sure you don't mess it up this time." And with that, Oran ordered the others to leave with him into the forest.

Going from the eldest leprechaun's words, England decided he was going to do anything to get Ireland back. Even if he wasn't going to enjoy his next decision, he knew he had to do it for Ireland. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

England's finger hovered over the doorbell of France's house. He knew it was a bad idea to come here but he didn't have any other options. There was no one closer to Ireland than his leprechauns or France. The magical creatures didn't want to cooperate so he had to go to his worst enemy, and Ireland's best friend.

Maybe I should just turn around. I mean, I don't have to come to him for advice. He may be Ireland's best friend but... Oh, bloody hell... He's the only one Ireland ever goes to. Why wouldn't he know about Ireland's every problem? He practically knows the man inside and out.

England presses the doorbell and hears it go off inside the house.

I'm doing this for Ireland. Not out of desperation. I'm not desperate enough to go to him, I'm only doing this for Ireland.

England could hear a pair of footsteps coming to the door before stopping for a moment. It wasn't a minute later when the door opened, revealing the French nation England loathed.

"Well, if it isn't Eyebrows. What brings your disturbing presence to my lovely home?"

"I'm not in the mood for jokes, you bloody frog. I'm here to ask something of you."

"Of moi? What could you possibly want out of me?"

"I... want... some advice... on... on..."

"On...?"

"I want to get back with Ireland... And I think you're the only one who can help me." France stared at the English nation for a moment before shaking his head.

"I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do for you. Au re-"

"Don't you dare shut the door in my face! You're the only one who can tell me what I can do!"

"Do you think I'll just tell you what to do? Do you think Ireland's the only one that despises you right now?"

"If you hadn't of pissed me off, this wouldn't have happened!"

"And have Ireland find out much later how you truly feel about him? I think it was for the best."

"You don't even know why I said that! I didn't mean for it to come out like that!"

"Look, arguing isn't going to get us anywhere. Just go home, England. We'll sort this out another-"

"No! Please!" France paused at the sound of England's pleading voice. Not very often had the Frenchman heard his enemy beg. In fact, it was so rare that every time France heard England beg, he became shocked. The Briton was usually so stubborn that it would take a lot out of him to even make him give in.

"Oui?"

"Look, I'm really getting desperate here. No one has been able to provide me with any help or advice. I only came to you because I know how close you and Ireland are. I thought that maybe you would at least give me a small hint on how to make him less angry with me."

France stood there for a moment and stared at the crumbling blond. He could see that England was very serious about this. He really wanted Ireland back. Maybe as his boyfriend, maybe as part of his kingdom. He wanted the Irishman with him again.

France opened the door wider and stepped aside to let England in. The younger nation stared at his enemy in disbelief, not completely believing that he was willing to help him.

"Come in. I'll try to help out as best as I can."