England hadn't meant to spy on America's boss. It's true he had snuck over to America's headquarters secretly, without alerting either his or America's government, but it was for a good reason. England knew what France had requested was logical, and that it made sense, but England also knew something about America and Canada France didn't know. England had been the one who had raised the twins, and so only he knew about their bond, one that went beyond words. England knew France would be upset when he learned what he had done, but he also knew that America would be going crazy right now, trying to hide his pain under a smile, aching for his missing brother.

It was true that England hadn't meant to spy on America's boss, but perhaps it was just as well he had overheard the conversation as he snuck by, England reflected. England knew by the conversation that America did not know what they were doing, what they had planned, or he would surely oppose it. England was glad he overheard the conversation, the orders given, if only for America's sake. Poor oblivious America who had no idea what his country planned to make him do.

America may have left England, may have become his own country, but to England he was always his little brother first, and a country second. England knew what he was doing was the right thing, just as he knew that no one around him would approve. Maybe even America himself would disagree, but England didn't care. He would not let America be played and sacrificed like a pawn on the battle feild. And so, when he sneakily broke into America's room moments later, laying a hand gently on America's mouth and whispering the forbidden words, he had no regrets. "America, wake up. We've found him. We've found Canada."

America had woken too fast, and England barely had time to take in the drawn face and dark bags beneath his eyes before America was out of bed, shoes already on, and ready to go. "How is he?" he asked, loudly, desperately. England shook his head, shushing him. "Not here, not now. Come with me, quietly." Normally during a war, America wouldn't be so trusting, England knew. He knew America would usually wary, and guarded. But perhaps from lack of sleep, or some personal weight, or the army's demands, America was both emotionally and physically exhausted, and lonely for his brother. That is why he followed England so easily with no complaint out of his building, sneakily.

This is why he didnt notice England coming up from behind with the chloroformed cloth until it was too late. The chloroform worked together with America's exhaustion and the countries personification was out before he had a chance to fight back. England caught America as his feet gave out, sadly, but England couldn't back down now. With a bit of effort, he loaded America into the small plane, buckled him in a seat, then climbed in the front, started the engine, and took off. The sooner the personification of America disappeared, the safer for them both. So, England stole him away, secretly.