Author's Note: This chapter has nothing to do the rest of the plot. It's just being posted now, because today is Mother's Day. Also the reason that I've made Tonga obsessed with seafood is because, he I couldn't find any information on his personality, so I did what I want with him. In Australia, we tend to think that the other islands tend to only eat fish. So, that's why I made him obsessed with seafood.

England was lying in bed, asleep.

'Ahonhonhonhon,' laughed France, 'You are so cute when you sleep, Angleterre.'

'Shut up, Frog.'

Australia was shaking his shoulder, 'Wake up Mum!' England grabbed his cutlass from beside the bed and pointed it at her.

Then he saw who it was, 'Lia! What are you doing here?'

Australia raised an eyebrow, 'Don't you remember what today is?'

England blinked, 'Wednesday?'

Australia rolled her eyes, 'Mum!'

'No, silly!' she shook her head, 'It's Mother's Day! C'mon!'

'Oh.' He got out of bed, 'Can you please leave while I get dressed?'

'Sure, Mum.' Australia got up and walked out the door. She shut it behind her and leant against the doorframe as she waited for England.

He didn't take long, and they were soon walking down to the formal dining room – the largest room in the house.

Crammed inside were his former colonies, Canada, New Zealand, Tonga, Fiji and Seychelles.

'I remember this!' said America, 'You kept badgering everyone to come to Iggy's house.'

'Yeah.' Said Australia, 'I also remember you throwing dog poo at me to get me to go away.'

'The others couldn't come.' Explained Australia, 'But they all sent gifts!' And sure enough, in the corner was a massive pile of gifts.

'Why'd you do this?' asked England, as they all crowded in for a group hug.

'Because today is Mother's Day!' replied Seychelles, 'It's about appreciating our mothers, and you're the closest thing to a mother we've got!'

'Yeah!' agreed Fiji.

England smiled fondly at his former colonies, 'Thank you for doing that, Lia.'

'Except for the jerk.' Added Tonga, 'But he's a jerk who doesn't count.'

'Don't say his name, Tonga!' chided, Canada, 'You'll make England unhappy.'

'That's sweet what's-your-name.' said England, 'But I am over the revolution, I can cope with you talking about America.'

New Zealand raised an eyebrow and pulled out a picture of baby America. England started crying, 'He was so cute!'

She put it away, 'Over it huh?'

'Fine.' Admitted England, 'I'm not entirely over America.'

Later…

England and his colonies were sitting in his garden. Everyone of them had made their specialty. Canada had made pancakes so light that they practically floated away.

Australia and New Zealand had brought out a barbecue and were frying up sausages and onions. Tonga had brought seafood, lots of seafood. Fiji was making a lamb stew.

Seychelles had helped England make roast lamb. She'd done the actual cooking part; England had done all the preparation – this way nothing was burnt, and England was amazing at preparing stuff, just not cooking it.

'You let Iggy cook?' asked America horrified, 'Were you trying to poison yourselves?'

'Yes, Angleterre is not very talented in the kitchen.' Agreed France.

New Zealand frowned, 'Mum's the best at cooking! He makes delicious roast lamb!'

England blushed as New Zealand proceeded to list off every good dish that he could make.

'Ya know,' said Australia, 'We should let Mum cook next time.' The nation's turned green, 'Don't worry, Me and Zee will be in there doing the actual cooking part.'

England nodded, 'It's the heating part that gets me.'

England had offered some scones, and they had all agreed, especially once Australia had pulled out a barrel of cream that she and New Zealand proceeded to whip.

Seychelles and Fiji were the ones volunteered to go and search England's cellar for preserves.

England pouted, 'You ruin scones by putting jam and cream on them.'

Once these were procured and Australia and New Zealand were done whipping the cream, they all sat down and ate the scones.

England ate them plain. Everyone else ate them with heaping amounts of whipped cream and jam.

'So that's how you eat scones.' Said America.

'Course it is.' Replied Australia, 'How did you guys eat them?'

America and the nations blushed as Australia turned green, 'You ate them Mum's way?'

'There is nothing wrong with eating scones plain.' Sniffed England.

'Yeah, there is.' Said Australia, 'They're gross without toppings.'

Once they were finished eating the scones, and Australia had stopped Tonga from putting whipped cream on his seafood, 'I just wanna see what it tastes like!'

They opened England's presents. Many countries had sent their countries' best tea blend.

Australia gave him an apron and an oven manual. New Zealand gifted him a book about kitchen electronics.

Fiji gave him a necklace. Seychelles told England that, 'I don't have enough money for a proper gift currently, but I'm going to help you with your cooking whenever you need.'

England had hugged her and told her that it was fine and that he appreciated it nonetheless.

Canada gave him a barrel of "proper Canadian maple syrup". Tonga gave him seafood.

But then they found America's gift. They peeled off the label and told him that it was unlabelled, not that it mattered, England knew who it was from as soon as he opened it.

America had sent England a book titled, 'Parenting for Dummies', with a note, 'To stop you from messing up anymore of your colonies lives.'

'Amerique!' yelled France, 'How could you!'

Australia stood up, walked to America and punched him so hard that he saw stars, 'That's for ruining Mum's day.'

Then she pulled out a cricket bat and hit him again, breaking his nose, and his glasses, 'That's for everything else.'

The remainder of the afternoon was spent consoling England.

Australia glared at America.