Hi guys. It's the last chapter. sniff sniff. I can't believe that i have been writing this since last October. sniff sniff
just want to say yes, the i'm so hot i can kiss my self was from the dubbed anime to my wonderful guest that asked. My friend challenged me to fit it in my story somewhere and i did. ahahahaha!
I went to comic con in london this weekend, I saw this group of hetalians, i didn't want to go up to them as i'm shy, and I swear I saw an Ireland somewhere. Me and my mate want to dress up next year, see if we can go as the uk brothers, I'm the tallest so I will probably be Scotland. I didn't cosplay but it looked like fun.
Where was I?
"Hutcchy does not own Hetalia, as she is just not awesome enough to own the awesome Prussia."
thanks Prussia, no be quiet so I can start.
"You can not silence my awesomeness. hey crazy girl Limey, why are people calling me Teutonic Wanker?"
Errrrr no reason, lets start the chapter. a few time jumps in this but it should be easy enough to follow
Prussia had insisted that he would accompany Ireland and Wales when they returned to England's flat after the meeting, so he could talk to the Englishman. Actually, he wasn't sure why he wanted to go to see the short tempered blonde, but he felt like he had to, as though it was his awesome duty.
However, despite the Prussian's awesome reason for joining them, they rather impolitely refused. Impolite meaning Ireland laughed like a maniac, finding the idea of the albino helping to care for the sick nation hilarious, and Wales refused point blank.
Hong Kong had also told them that he was going to visit his 'Dad' but was abruptly dragged away by China, who, quite loudly, told the younger nation that he 'had work to do aru'. The two Kirkland's sadly watched the teen being dragged away, but smiled when Leon mimed that he would call them.
Once the break was over, to stop the chaos from continuing, Ireland informed the other nations that England had woken up, but fallen asleep again. On hearing this news, most of the countries felt relieved and calmed down a fraction. Even America calmed enough so he was no longer planning (threatening) to charge round to the Brit's house, which Canada was thankful for. Now that the issue surrounding England was resolved, Germany was able to carry on with the meeting relatively peacefully.
As soon as the meeting had concluded, Ireland and Wales booked it out of the building. Well, actually Ireland ran like the wind in desperate need of some fresh air - he hated meetings, they were always so stuffy - while Wales walked with a quickened pace, his lamb by his side.
Once outside, Dylan was ambushed by a miniature Dewi. The dragon nuzzled his neck, before settling down on his right shoulder. "You want to see brawd too?" He asked the dragon, smiling as he petted its scaly head. The red dragon nodded, curling its tail around the nation's neck. Wales chuckled and turned to his brother.
The Irish nation grinned and rolled his eyes at a tree not too far away from them. "We know you're there Gil, you might as well come out. I don't think Sasana will mind you coming round his house - you have been with him ever since the world went dark. He'll probably find comfort being round someone who remembers it all."
The albino's back straightened once he found that his cover had been blown. How did they know that he was there? He stepped out from behind the tree, hiding his embarrassment behind a grin.
"Dewi said that you had been following us. Won't yr Almaen wonder where you are?" Wales asked, still petting the reptile perched on him like a parrot. Prussia glared at the dragon, stupid dragon told on him, and after they'd fought together too.
"Nien, I always come and go as I please. As long as I text West every now and then, telling him that I'm not dead, he won't care. Feli will probably be keeping mein bruder entertained." He shrugged, casually approaching the brothers, Gilbird chirping happily away on his head.
"Better get going, don't want to keep Allistor waiting." Patrick smiled. A quick glance around to check no one was looking their way, he then swiftly grabbed Prussia's hand, muttering some words under his breath. Before Prussia could say 'Awesome' the trio were in Arthur's flat.
On being greeted by the other two conscious British Isles brothers, Prussia told (demanded) them all to go and take a break from looking after Arthur. Immediately Northern Ireland refused to leave the house as his skin was still a light shade of blue. Deciding this was a reasonable reason, the Prussian turned his focus to the three eldest brothers. Unsurprisingly, they all protested profusely, not wanting to leave their brother's side again, particularly Ireland and Wales who were yet to see England since leaving for the meeting that morning. Eventually, with the aid of their fairies, Gilbert was able to force the three out the front door, telling them to go to the pub.
After shutting the door on the still arguing brothers, the albino was led by the teen to England's bedroom. As the Briton was still asleep, the two settled themselves into two of the chairs adorning the room and began to chat. Prussia told the freckled nation everything that he had experienced with the Britannia angel, showing him his journal, while North told the ex-nation about tending to the sick England.
They had been chatting for a good hour or so when Arthur began to stir. The pair were talking so animatedly however, that they did not notice. Nor did they notice when, a few minutes later, the sick blonde's eyes fluttered open.
Blinking himself into full consciousness, Arthur, with much effort, managed to prop himself up on his elbows. He instantly fell back into his pillows however, not having the energy to remain upright.
Despite feeling completely drained of energy, a small smile tugged at England's lips as he listened to the other two occupants of the room talk. It wasn't often that his younger brother got to converse with other countries, and to hear him getting on so well with the Prussian was heart-warming for the Englishman.
It took the chatting duo several more minutes before they actually noticed that England was awake. Connor had glanced towards his brother after finishing his explanation of how he had been turned blue, when he saw the unseeing eyes of England, who had managed to once again work up the energy to sit up and was now leaning against his headboard, blinking lazily.
"Artie! What ye fucking doing just sitting there, smiling to yourself? If you're awake Artie, fucking say so." The teen exclaimed, waving his arms around, looking a bit like a monkey.
The tired nation cocked his head to the side, as if giving the sentence some thought, before he smirked. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise that I had to inform you of my every move. Do you wish for me to tell you every time I breathe, or when my heart beats?"
"It's awesome to see that you haven't changed Brows." Prussia laughed, slapping the weak nation on the shoulder, whilst North started to grumble. England winced slightly on impact, sucking in air through gritted teeth. He then turned his head so that he was facing the Prussian, his unseeing green eyes actually looking into the red ones.
"Bloody tosser, I didn't think that I would need to inform you that I'm currently not at my strongest, and so not to be the heavy handed buffoon that you are. Don't call me Brows, you bloody git." The blonde growled.
It actually creeped Prussia out, how England was able to glare at him despite not being able to see. It freaked him out even more that, when he moved, England was still able to keep eye contact.
"My bad Limey. How are you able to keep eye contact with the awesome me?" England's scowl dropped immediately and was replaced with a small amused smile. North chuckled loudly before leaving the room, announcing that he was going to get Arthur his tea.
"Even though I no longer possess the use of my eyes, I still have my 'sight'. My ability to see magic. As I have told you before, every country has magic within them. I can see the magic that's in you, it looks like a crimson mist. That's how I am able to tell where you are. I also know how tall you are, so I have a fairly good idea where your eyes should be. The fact that I am keeping eye contact with you is due to guess work and memory.
"Also before you ask why I even bother to try and keep eye contact, it is because it is the gentlemanly thing to do. It is impolite to look away from someone if they are speaking to you."
Prussia was mildly impressed, but mainly curious. The albino crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow as he digested what the island nation had just told him. "So the awesome me is just a red blob. Not awesome. Hey Limey, how many fingers am I holding up?" The Prussian leaned closer to the Brit holding up two fingers in front of green eyes.
Arthur's happy expression rapidly turned into an unimpressed one. Raising a large eyebrow and titling his head so he was looking at the Prussian, England frowned. "Wanker! I can't bloody see your fingers." The Brit yelled the insult but whispered the rest, finding that he had no energy left to yell.
The blonde fell back into his pillows, fighting the urge to go back to sleep - he couldn't fall asleep again while Connor was making him a tea. Although he was exhausted, England found the energy to give Prussia the finger, smiling to himself at his great accomplishment.
North then entered the room, carrying a tray which held three cups and a plate of biscuits (cookies). Paying little attention to the laughing Prussian, the auburn haired nation sat on the foot of his brother's bed, balancing the tray with ease, and passed his brother a cup of tea. The Englishman accepted the tea happily, thanking his brother. He carefully took a sip of the warm liquid, only to glare at the cup as if it had insulted him.
"What's wrong Artie? I made it how you like it. I mean, I'm not fucking America, so I should be able to make a simple tea."
England sighed, before he continued to drink the warm liquid. "I'm sorry lad, it seems that my sense of taste was taken as well my sight. Thank you anyway Connor, the warmth of the tea is very soothing."
"Mein Gott, your cooking is going to be even less awesome than usual!" Prussia jumped back in mock surprise. He knew the Brit would prefer to be insulted like normal rather than receive sympathy from someone.
"My cooking is perfectly fine, thank you very much. If you're just going to insult me, Prussia, then you can just sod off you bloody git." England snapped, smiling as he spoke to show that he took no offense. He had expected it to be honest.
The teen nation, although upset that his older brother couldn't taste the tea he'd made him, laughed at Prussia's comment. He made a mental note to not let Arthur anywhere near the kitchen until he'd fully recovered, even then he might fence the room off.
The trio chatted for an hour until England sunk into the pillows and fell asleep yet again, but the pair left awake felt better now they had spoken to the Englishman. The sarcastic comments, and England's overall demeanour, proved to them that he was indeed getting better, not on his death bed.
It was in the early hours of the next morning that the rest of the British Isles brothers returned to England's flat, all of them fairly sober. The trio asked if there were any changes with Arthur, and after hearing that he was fine, all collapsed either on a sofa or a bed.
Prussia had made it his mission to visit England as often possible, which was actually at least four times a week, with him often staying overnight. One time this this had been due to England's magic causing a blizzard which had resulted in all flights being canceled, but it was mainly by choice.
He had to go home every now and then, of course, to stop Germany wondering what he was up to and to spend time with France and Spain. The two other members of the Bad Touch Trio had complained about how little they'd been seeing him recently, demanding to know what he was up to. He just told them that he was being awesome and was helping someone awesome, though not as awesome as himself, but he never said who.
Hong Kong rang up every day to ask how England was since Ireland had given him the Englishman's flat's phone number. He tried to visit, but it was difficult considering China always wanted to know where he was going. Once the older nation found out that the teen was going to England, China tried to stop Hong Kong every time. The brunette did manage to visit for a whole week in the month after the meeting (by blackmailing China of course).
The next meeting was to be held in two days, in Ireland. Patrick had volunteered to be the host so it would be less of a distance for Arthur to travel. The Englishman was now walking around the house fairly easily but carried a cane just in case as he tended to tire quickly.
"Hey Limey, how many fingers am I holding up?" Prussia yelled as soon as he entered the flat, holding up three fingers as he hunted for the Englishman. Spotting the blonde in his hallway, cane in hand, Prussia strode up to Arthur, keeping his fingers up the whole time. He stopped a couple of feet in front of England, his fingers an inch away from the island nation's face.
England rolled his eyes, moving Prussia's hand away from his face. His eyebrows were knitted together in slight irritation - he had grown used to the Prussian's antics, but that didn't mean that the ex-nation didn't annoy him.
"Gil, I told you a week ago that I could see how many fingers you were holding up, and that you no longer had to ask. So please stop thrusting your fingers in my face, or I will have to shove them up your arse." He said sweetly, which only made the threat more intimidating.
"Chill Brows. Last time the awesome me graced you with my presence, you could just make out my out my outline. I was just an awesome blob. Just wanted to know if you improved at all."
The albino smiled broadly at the blonde he had grown close to over the weeks. As Arthur was the only one who had been present for and remembered the whole ordeal, Gilbert often talked to him about past events. He also tried to keep the blonde up to date with everything going on with everyone else. Tried being the key word, as he often didn't pay much attention to what everyone else was doing, as it wasn't deemed awesome enough in his eyes.
Seeing Prussia smile, the island nation irritated glare melted away and was replaced with a small smile of his own. "I can see much better now, thank you Gilbert. Everything is still a tad blurry but, with the aid of my glasses it all becomes clear and It won't be long before I won't even require them." Arthur said, pushing his simple red framed glasses up from the tip of his nose.
"Though it seems my brothers could've used my sight returning sooner, considering the state of my paperwork. There is a reason why I am the represented of the United Kingdom, as neither of my brothers are any good when it comes to paper work. It's in complete disarray. Though at least they tried to do it for me, I wouldn't have been surprised if nothing had been touched since the beginning of the blackout."
"Awesome. So Brows, looking forward to the world meeting in two days? Of course the awesome me will be going. I'll even try to distract Francy pants from groping you with my awesomeness. But, just so you know, the awesome me won't be doing this once you're all better.
"So, ready to face everyone who don't remember a single thing? I bet you won't be able to keep lying to everyone about being sick because of an economic crisis. As far as the awesome me knows, not all nations can cause a blizzard when they are ill." Prussia smirked, walking slowly alongside England as they made their way to the kitchen, which just so happened to be where England's brothers were.
England had taken a break from his paper work to get a needed cup of tea. His sense of taste had returned, stronger than ever, it seemed that part of his curse had been lifted.
"I'm sure I'll be fine Gil. You're forgetting that I was able to lie to all of you gits about being an angel for centuries."
"True, but you couldn't tell anyone even if you wanted to."
"Indeed I couldn't, however, you may remember me once being a pirate. One of the key skills a pirate possesses is the ability to lie."
"Of course I remember that Brows, the awesome me was one too. But just because you were a pirate doesn't mean you can lie."
"Fine." The English nation huffed. He then put a hand on the taller nation's shoulder, stopping him in the hallway, and turned the albino so green eyes stared straight into crimson orbs.
"I am the world's best cook and hate tea. I simply love speaking the French language and hamburgers are my favourite food. The Italian army terrifies me so much, that if someone says 'pasta' I will promptly curl up into a ball and cry."
Prussia was speechless. He blinked a few time at the blonde in front of him trying to find his words. England's face had remained straight throughout his entire speech, his voice, even and cool, was filled with such conviction that Prussia almost believed everything that was said.
"You have got to teach me how to lie like that. West would never doubt my awesome excuses ever again. I actually almost believed that. Woah, wait a sec Brows, does that mean that you know that your cooking sucks?"
England gave the Prussian a cocky grin at how dumbfounded the albino looked, however, when the Prussian mentioned his cooking, it quickly turned in to a scowl. He studied the ex-nation's curious yet shocked face, before he sighed, looking slightly defeated.
"There's a reason why I can't cook you git, I'm bloody cursed. Anyway, you've tasted my cakes so that's proof that I do have some bloody cooking capabilities. Besides all I said was that I wasn't the best cook in the world, that doesn't mean that I'm not an excellent cook."
Noticing that Prussia wasn't really accepting what he had said, he changed his approach. "Fine, I admit that I do occasionally burn my food, but I will still defend my cooking. Although I am bloody well aware that I am not the best cook, I will not stand by and allow myself to be insulted. Even if it may be true, I will defend myself." England explained, walking away from the Prussian, who was smiling whist the Briton talked. He knew that it was mainly just a pride thing why Arthur defended his cooking so much. To be fair though, it was insulted often, ok, it was insulted a lot.
"No worries Brows, the awesome me likes your awesome cakes, just not anything else you cook. Now hurry up, your bruders are waiting in the kitchen, we're going to go to the pub to celebrate you getting better. I want the awesomeness which is beer."
"Shut up git, I'll get there in my own bloody time. Anyway I'm not sure that it's wise for all of my brothers as well as yourself to go drinking, and stop calling me Brows!"
"Sorry Limey. Nien it will be awesome, we haven't gone drinking in ages. We need to get wasted. You don't have to drink anyway, being ill and all, it might be better if you just tagged along."
"My point exactly, I should just stay here. I have a lot of paperwork to finish, anyway, and a lot more to correct."
"Nien Limey, you're coming and that's final. You haven't left your house at all since your bruders brought you here." Prussia said firmly as he took hold of England and dragged him to the kitchen.
Once they'd entered kitchen, Scotland immediately slung the small nation over his shoulder and carried his brother to the pub, with surprisingly little objection. Arthur couldn't be bothered to argue with all of his brothers as well as Gilbert, even if he had all his strength back, he wouldn't want to.
"Wee bunny dinnae even drink anything, yet the lad is sparko." Allistor grinned at the blonde resting on his shoulder.
The British Isles brothers and Prussia were sitting at a round table in a crowded pub in central London. There was a vast amount of empty glasses on the table, yet all of the tables occupants were sober.
The group were oblivious to the strange looks they were receiving from the others in the pub. Apparently it wasn't normal to see an albino German (I'm Prussian dammit) with a chick on his head; a Welshman with a lamb; (Dewi was also present as well as the nation's fairies and Minty, but were invisible to the public;) a Scotsman with a sleeping Englishman and a Northern Irish teenager and an Irishman having a drinking contest, all sitting on the same table.
"You think Artie will be able to stay awake during the whole world meeting? The bastard can only stay awake for a few hours at a time." Five heads turned to look at the sleeping nation, who had fallen asleep after only an hour at the pub.
"Connor has a point, brawd hasn't been able to stay awake for a whole day yet. He won't be able to make it through the whole meeting and I'm not too keen on the idea of him being defenceless with all those countries, he's already weak enough as it is."
"Hey, I'll make sure that Sasana it's groped by anyone. You'll help too won't ya Gil?"
"Ja, I'll stop anyone trying to steal the Limey's vital regions with my awesomeness."
"No offence to ye, but I dinnae think tha' just the two of ye will be able to keep wee Albion safe from all o' the other countries. That's why I'm comin' with ye."
"What!? Well, if you're going with Artie then I'm fucking coming too."
"Da iawn (very well), I'll be coming too. I'll help brawd stop you both from fighting with other countries."
"We haven't all gone to a meeting before, this is going to be fun. Wait 'til Sasana finds out."
"How about we don't tell the wee lad, and just turn up?" Scotland grinned mischievously, looking down at his 'bunny' sleeping against him. He looked up to see the smirking faces of his brothers.
"Keseseseseses! I've got to see the limey's face when you all turn up.
"The awesome me actually feels a bit sorry for him, he's going to have to look after you lot as well as pretend the whole angel thing didn't happen. Mein gott, everything would be so much easier if everyone just remembered."
The brothers all nodded in agreement, all of them internally promising that they would be on their best behaviour for their brother. Or try to at least.
"Now that everyone is here, let's start with the meeting." Germany stated loudly standing at the podium. All of the other countries immediately fell silent at the sound of the German accent, knowing better than to speak.
"I hate to interrupt Germany-san, but we are missing two people." Japan hesitantly spoke, raising his hand as he did so to gain the blonde's attention. Muttering filled the room at the revelation, all of the nations trying to figure out, or find out if anyone else knew, who was missing.
Prussia leant back casually in his seat, his feet on the desk, arms crossed behind his head. Hong Kong grinned behind his phone as the ex-nation had already informed him of his 'uncles' plan.
"Dude, there are two empty seats. It's so un hero like to be late."
"Oui, it is oddly quite as well."
"Has anyone seen uncle Patrick, the bloke's meant to be the host right?"
"Youngsters these days, turning up late to their own meeting. What is the world coming to aru?"
"Maybe our comrade was in an accident, da."
"T-t-that's n-not a really n-nice thing to say Mr R-Russia."
"Yeah, Liet is, like, totally right, even if it can be, like, totally true."
"England's missing too eh."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Canada."
"Ve~ how about we all have some pasta while we wait for them?"
"Shut up about pasta Fratello, you stupid bastard."
"Awwwwhhhhh Romano, don't be so mean to Ita."
"OMG! Dudes, Iggy ain't here! Has anyone heard from the jerky Limey?"
"No I haven't heard from him, I asked Brows to join me and Prussia for a night out drinking but he didn't get back to us."
"Mon petite lapin might still be sick, his country has been suffering extremely odd weather."
"Si, it has been snowing a lot in Inglaterra."
"That doesn't explain why Ireland isn't here, as the host he should have at least rung or-"
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU BUNCH OF WANKERS? PUT ME DOWN THIS BLOODY INSTANT! YOU'VE ALREADY MADE ME LATE ENOUGH AS IT IS!" A furious British accent bellowed from the other side of the door, followed by laughter and more yelling. There were sounds of a scuffle, obvious sounds of a struggle.
All of the nations watched the door, looking either alarmed of confused, except Prussia and Hong Kong, who both looked extremely amused.
BOOM!
The door was kicked open by a certain smartly dressed Scotsman. Standing next to the red head were smartly dressed Wales, Ireland and Northern Ireland. Slung on the Scotsman shoulder like a sack of potatoes was England who was kicking and shouting a stream of curses.
"Sorry we're late, our wee bunny 'ere dinnae want his dear brothers to come with 'im for some reason. So we had tae drag his sorry arse here, tae stop 'im from trying tae stop us."
Everyone was speechless, and said nothing as Scotland sat down in what was meant to be England's seat, setting England down on his lap. Ireland took his seat next to his brothers, whilst Northern Ireland and Wales went to get their own chairs.
Everyone was shocked at the other members of the UK's appearance. Last time when it was just Wales who was present was stunning, but to have the rest of the brothers arrive and all at the same time raised it to a whole new level.
What caused them all to come? Screamed out in everyone's mind, though it became clear once they all noticed England. The smallest Briton skin was sickly pale, which only made the dark rings around his eyes stand out even more. He was skinner than normal, his clothes appearing looser than they were before, and his movements were sluggish when he moved to get his papers out of the briefcase Scotland was holding.
What made it extremely obvious to the nations that England was ill, however, was how quickly he gave up fighting against his brothers and didn't even object when Scotland placed him on his lap. It was clear - the whole of the United Kingdom was there to protect their sick brother. Wales and North sat on either side (North on the side furthest from Ireland), while Scotland was effectively behind England, as the small blonde was on his lap. England was completely surrounded.
"Hey Iggy, you got glasses. What? You getting so old that your eyes are failing you old man?"
America joked, waltzing up to the Englishman, not seeming to notice the 'do not enter' zone the brothers had set up. Scotland let out a low growl as the American approached, England tapped his brother's hand lightly, telling him to cut it out.
"I'm not old you bloody git. If you must know, these are my reading glasses that I only ever use when getting over a cold. I am more prone to headaches when reading when I'm ill and considering that we will be reading facts on the board I thought it would be beneficial for me to wear my glasses. You see America, I thought ahead, something that a git like you won't understand. Also isn't a bit hypocritical for you to tease me, when you have glasses yourself?" England said calmly but there was still a bit of a bite behind the tone.
The British Isles brothers all smirked at the answer their brother gave, they'd all seemed to forget that he had a lot of practice in dealing with the other countries. Prussia was laughing to himself, marvelling at how easily and quickly England could lie.
America looked a bit sheepish at the comment, scratching the back of his neck. "Woah chill Iggy, I was just kidding. Good to see that ya getting better though." The young nation said before returning to his seat .
Most of the meeting went pretty smoothly after that. Dylan spoke with James about sheep (it was his fault that his nephew was so into sheep in the first place). Connor and Patrick only fought twice and no weapons were used. Allistor held his tongue against everyone that said anything even slightly insulting or upsetting to Arthur.
Prussia had punched France a few times from a distance; confusing the Frenchman greatly, as the Frenchman somehow managed to sneak past the brothers. He made a mental note to thank England again for fixing that charm to help control his powers. All he had to do now if he wanted to use his powers was to take off his iron cross.
Half way through the meeting England had dozed off and was now sleeping rather peacefully leaning against Scotland's chest. It took the nations a while before they noticed that the blonde had drifted off, but once they did they all started to crowd the Englishman.
The current topic the countries were meant to be discussing went out of the window, as the nations swarmed the brothers, all of them curious as to why England had been affected by the blackout so badly.
Prussia and Hong Kong stood protectively in front of the British Isles brothers, which just confused the other countries more.
"You know something da. It's not nice to keep secrets comrades." Russia walked closer, his dark aura thicker than usual, wielding his metal pipe.
"I bet that the eyebrows bastard has something to do with the black out. He's always messing with that fucking magic of his. It proba-"
"Hey Cuba! Shut the fuck up! Yeah sure Iggy says that he messes about with magic, but he couldn't have done this, magic ain't real dude!"
"It is real."
"What you saying Norge? That Brows could have caused the black out?"
"No, I was just saying that magic is real."
"I don't think that Opium caused it aru. He's sensible enough to not do anything that stupid aru."
"The tea bastard sees fairies."
"Ve~ England doesn't look scary when he's sleeping."
"Hey, I don't like where any of this is going mates. Sure, Mum's into his magic but he wouldn't do anything like that on purpose."
"Oui, but Angleterre is a bit of a scatter brain, he could have easily done this by accident."
"Are you suggesting that England- san's magic backfired against him?"
"Can magic do that to someone? Is that why Inglaterra is ill?"
"The bastard probably did it on purpose in hope to somehow relive his empire days, but it fucking backfired on him making him ill."
Wales had been struggling to keep Scotland back as the others talked about England as if they weren't even there. The red head had passed the sleeping Englishman to the Northern Irish teenager as he went to punch someone in the face. Ireland went to dive at Cuba, but Wales had caught him as well.
Prussia placed himself in front of Northern Ireland, placing his iron cross into his pocket. This confused the rest of the Bad Touch Trio greatly, why was Prussia protecting England? He must know something.
The nation with the biggest reaction though was the usually stoic Hong Kong. "None of you understand anything. Dad, didn't, like, cause the blackout. He, like, stopped it and almost died doing it. You should all, like, be thanking him."
As soon as Leon had finished his rant, he threw his hands over his mouth, embarrassed by his outburst. The short speech caused the other nations to fall silent, before they burst out laughing.
Feeling bad for the kid, Prussia placed a reassuring hand on the brunette's shoulder, trying to think of a way that he could possibly prove Hong Kong right. Smiling to himself he started to chant the linking spell, his grin growing even more once a faint red mark appeared on England's neck.
The young Asian nation heard the Prussian begin to chant, feeling slightly confused. His chocolate eyes widened when he spotted the mark on his 'dad's skin and soon started to follow the albino's example.
Like a fire, the chanting started to spread amongst the nations, none of them really knowing why.
Once the last nation began to chant, England's form became completely engulfed in a bright light, blinding the nations.
As soon as the light disappeared everyone gasped (causing oxygen levels in the room to drop considerably). Standing in all his glory was the Britannia angel, wearing his usual toga and sandals, now with the addition of his red glasses.
"Kesesesesesesesese. What do you know? It worked. I am so awesome."
The angel huffed, turning round momentarily to apologise to North for startling the lad, before facing the grinning albino.
"For god sakes Gilbert, couldn't you at least do that once I had woken up? I was having a splendid dream about unicorns. That chant bloody burns you wanker."
"Keep your toga on Limey, the others were laughing at Hong here, and I just wanted to help the kid out. Also Scotty looked like he was going to kill someone."
"Well that's nothing out of the ordinary, Allistor always wants to kill somebody, if not seriously maim them."
The pair continued to throw comments at each other, completely unaware of the other countries whose memories were flooding back to them.
"Holy shit, those dreams were real."
"Yes they were hero, 'bout time you all figured it out. I've been bored dude." Amelia shouted happily as she and the rest of the fairies materialised out of thin air.
Yet again the room fell into silence before erupting into complete chaos. Everyone crowded the angel, asking him non-stop questions. England backed away from the mob of nations, closing his wings protectively around himself.
Sensing his brother's distress Scotland stepped forward. "All of ye shut ye cake holes! Wee Arthur is still sick an' he don't need all of ye pestering him. If ye have any questions ask ye fairies, they all ken everythin' that's happened."
The countries shifted uncomfortably on the spot, stealing glances at the sick angel, all of them feeling slightly bad for harassing the tired Englishman.
"Maybe we should continue the meeting tomorrow eh?" Canada spoke softly.
The timid nation was actually surprised when Germany nodded in approval. "Ja, everyone is dismissed until tomorrow morning. England, I'm sorry and thank you." The sleek blonde shook the angel's hand before he turned and swiftly left the room.
There was a sudden bellow of 'thank you's which deafened the angel and caused his face to go bright red.
"Bloody gits, I didn't do it for you, I did it for myself. I need a drink. I'm going to the pub." Not making eye contact with anyone, England quickly marched out of the room, disappearing around the corner.
"Isn't Iggy more prone to getting drunk when he's an angel?"
"Hai, I believe I had footage of what happened last time on my camera at England-san's house."
"Shit, better go after the Pommie, we don't want him ending up in a tree somewhere."
"Guys, he teleported eh."
And thus, started the hunt for the Englishman. All of the countries ran out of the building, hoping to find the angel before he got drunk, and fully clothed.
And that's it. I hope you guys like the ending, they are so hard to write.
anyway, come one everyone take a bow for all your hard work.
(lots of shuffling as all the countries take to the stage.)
Bravo guys, you actually all put up with me. that is a great accomplishment.
America can you drag my friend Rosey out, she need to have around of applause for being my awesome editor.
"sure thing dude."
(sounds of scruffle from Rosey trying to hide)
"Dude, no need to be shy, just take a quick bow and go."
(Rosey dragged on stage. she bows quickly and runs off the stage.
Hey guys where is England?
"Oh shit, we still haven't found the pommie at the bar yet."
"Merde, he is probably already completely drunk."
"Quick lets find Inglaterra"
"Guys he might not be at a pub, eh"
"shit Iggy is drink in a park with a load of booze around him."
"I don't think thats what Canada san meant."
"Iggy!"
( all the countries run off to find the Englishman)
you can come out now England, they have gone.
"Bloody gits, as if I was going to go to a pub as an angel, I simply went home to get a tea. Told them I was going to the pub as i couldn't be bothered to put up with the wankers. congratulations for finishing this story by the way."
Thank you, it might be a while before I start the squeal as i have a lot of other stories to do first, I've already started 2. Anyway guys, if you are still reading this AN then well done. Just wanted to ask you what your fave chapter was, I liked jumping without a parachute, but I can't really choose to be honest. Also thank you for taking you time to read this.
(Both England and Hutcchy bow as the lights fade out on the stage.)
Thank you