Chapter 3

It was late at night when England finally woke up again. This time when he tried to move he wasn't hit by another wave of exhaustion. He sat up in the bed he had been sleeping in, not noticing the sleeping figure sitting in a chair next to him. England looked around the room but couldn't see much in the darkness of the room.

"Bloody hell what happened?" England ran a hand through his hair in a vain attempt to tame his usual messy hair.

He started to reach over the nearby nightstand and then looked for a switch for a lamp, when he couldn't find it he gave a quick roll of his eyes and then went to climb out of the bed. "Oh it doesn't bloody matter, seems like I left the bloody curtains open anyway."

When England finally made it to the window he went to close the curtains but he ended up stopping in his tracks when he looked out the window. He saw that the window lead out to a balcony, he then stepped out onto the balcony shocked to see his surroundings.

"This . . . this isn't London or anywhere in the British Isles for that matter. Where the bloody hell am I?" England placed his hands on the edge of the balcony as he took in his surroundings and trying to figure out where he was. "I swear if this is another prank by my bloody brothers then they are going to swing from their bloody ballocks from Tower Bridge."

England was too lost in his thoughts about how he was going to deal with his brothers that he hadn't notice someone else step out onto the balcony and he only noticed them when a pair of arms was wrapped around his waist causing him to jump out of his skin with a small shriek. He then felt that whoever was standing behind him place their mouth next to his ear.

"I'm so glad to see that you're awake my darling. I've missed you so much."

England quickly turned around so that he could see who it was that was talking to him. He was shocked to see that the person who was behind him was none other than America. "America? Wh-What the Bloody hell? Why did you call me 'darling'? What is going on?"

America? Cupped the side of England's face and pulled the smaller blond closer to him. "I have missed you so much my darling, my Arthur, my Queen." He started to pull England closer to him bringing their faces closer to each other.

When England noticed that both of their faces were close to touching, he quickly pushed the taller blond away from him. He needed answers as to what was happening and he needed them now. England knew that the person that was standing in front of him couldn't be the America that he knew as there was no way that he would be doing all of this stuff, especially when he had just confessed to him when they last saw each other. "Where the bloody hell am I? And what the bloody hell where you trying to do just then?"

Alfred took a hold of one of England's hands and brought it up to his mouth and then kissed the back of the others hand with a loving smile on his face. "You're back in Spades my love, back to where you belong. And am I not allowed to kiss my husband."

The America look alike once again kissed the back of England's hand sending his mind spiralling. "What the fuck? What the bloody hell is this bastard going on about? Spades? Husband? He even called me his Queen earlier." As England continued to think about what was happening around him in such a short space of time it started to make his head hurt.

"My darling is everything ok? You must still be tired. Come on lets go back to our bed we can continue talking in the morning. Everyone will be so pleased to see that your back my darling Queen." Alfred cupped the side of England's face, his eyes full of concern for the other.

England finally snapped out of his thoughts when he felt the other pulling him back into the room that he had come from. In one quick move he removed the others hand from his own and then backed away as far as he possibly could from the other and then just glared at the taller blond. "Is this some sort of bloody joke? What is going on here? Just who are you and why do you keep calling your 'Queen'?"

Alfred was shocked by the sudden barrage of questions that the other had just asked him. "A-Arthur? My love what is wrong with you? Don't you recognise me?" When Alfred tried to step closer to England he found that the other to move away from him. "What happened to you? Ha . . . well to answer your questions, no this isn't a joke; I'm Alfred your husband and King. You're Arthur my husband and Queen. We both rule over the Kingdom of Spades together along with Yao who's the Jack. Now please Arthur my darling let's go back inside we can talk more in the morning. Hopefully then you might remember something."

England still couldn't understand what was being said to him by the one that called himself Alfred, but decided that the idea of rest was a good idea. He went back into the room but didn't head for the bed like Alfred did; instead he went over to a large plush sofa.

Alfred was down hearted when he saw that Arthur was going to sleep on the sofa instead of the bed but decided to let him do what he wanted as he knew what Arthur was like when he was being stubborn about something. Just before he climbed into the bed he grabbed a spare blanket and handed it to Arthur and then closed the doors to the balcony.

England accepted the blanket from Alfred. He wrapped himself up tightly in the blanket. England didn't go to sleep as soon as he wrapped himself in the blanket but acted as if he had.

When he could tell that Alfred was now fast asleep he sat up on the sofa and ran his hands through his hair as he thought about the situation that he's in. "Oh this is just bloody great. I really hope that this is just some elaborate dream that I'm stuck in." England quickly looked over to where Alfred was sleeping. As he watched the other sleep he couldn't explain the feeling in his chest that made him want to hug the other to make him feel better. "But . . .But if this isn't a dream then what is it? I mean is it possible that this is all real and that I'm not dreaming? If that is the case then why am I hear and well what's happened to this world's version of me? Alfred clearly thinks that I'm him and I'm obviously not. But I don't think I have it in me to tell him that. If he's just like America then I know what look he'll have on his face when I tell him the truth. Maybe . . . Maybe I can go along with it for the time being, but then the next question is can I be a Queen to a whole country? And what do I do if this world's version of me suddenly shows up? And what do I do if people start asking me questions that I'm not going to have a single answer for? Oh come on England you're a bloody nation for peats sake I should be able to think on my feet in any situation." England's thought continued to think up one question after the other without any answers to them. It eventually got to the point where his head started to hurt from all the questions. He gave a quite sigh before he tried to get back to sleep.

When morning finally came around Alfred was the first to wake up. He quickly looked around the room in a panic and took a sigh of relief when he saw the sleeping form on the sofa. "Thank the jokers it wasn't a dream Arthur really is back."

Once Alfred was dressed he left the room so that he could give the other the chance to finish resting up. As soon as he stepped out of the room he was greeted by the sight of Yao standing not too far away. "Good morning Yao."

"Good morning to you to Alfred. How is Arthur by the way?" Yao asked trying to hide the concerned tone in his voice.

"He woke up during the night. But there's a problem." Alfred found that he couldn't look at Yao, not sure on how to tell the other what he had learned last night.

"Problem? What kind of problem is there? We have Arthur our Queen back at last aru."

"But he doesn't remember a thing Yao! Not being Queen of Spades and he doesn't even remember me!" Alfred was on the verge of tears at the thought that the one he loved the most didn't know him anymore.

"Aiyah that is a problem." Yao noticed that Alfred was close to crying again and decided to supportive and give his King some words of encouragement. "It's ok aru. I'm sure that his memories will come back in no time we just have to be patient and help him to get his memories back."

Alfred brushed away the tears that had formed in the corners of his eyes. "You're right Yao. Arthur's memories will come back we just have to help him to do so."

"That's the spirit aru. You've waited fifteen years to have him back, now all you have to do is wait just a little bit longer and things will be back to normal aru. And I am sure of one thing Alfred."

"What's that Yao?"

"I'm sure that the first thing that Arthur will remember will be your smiling face when the two of you are together."

Alfred perked up at Yao's words now knowing that all he had to do was help Arthur get his memories back and in no time at all his Arthur would be back in his arms once again. With new found determination he went back into the room with Yao following close behind him, he went straight over to the sofa that the other was sleeping on to wake him up.

America was sitting in England's living staring at his phone in his hand hoping that the next time that his ringtone went off that it would be someone saying that they found England or even England himself saying that he needed America to come and save him from whatever situation that he was in. He only looked away from his phone when he felt the seat on the sofa next to him dip under the weight of another person, he looked in the vain hope that it might be England but when he saw that it was Canada he couldn't help but give out a defeated sigh.

"That I was England again eh?" Canada placed a cup of coffee down in front of his brother knowing that it might go untouched.

"Sorry I can't help it bro I'm just so worried about him." America clutched his phone tighter but not tight enough to break it under his super strength.

Canada took a sip of his own coffee. He felt distraught at the sight of his brother was in. "I know that you are America, that' why as soon as you called me I headed over here. Why don't you try and get some sleep? You haven't slept in a while. I'll let you know if someone calls with any news."

"Even if I wanted to I can't sleep bro, I'm too worried about him." America ran a hand through his hair as he sighed and then he slumped forward and rested his face in his hands.

Canada placed his coffee down next to America's. He then placed a hand on the other blonds shoulder and tried to think of what he could say to help his brother. "I know you are America but you won't be any good to anyone without any rest. I'm sure that England will be found soon. I mean this isn't the first time that he's gone missing for a short while."

At his brother's words America looked at Canada and felt anger towards the other. "A shirt while? A short while? It's been nearly three weeks since anyone has seen him!" America brushed off Canada's hand from his shoulder. "And on top of that I am the only one that can clearly say that they saw him last. I feel as if this is my fault; I told him how I felt about him. He probably ran off feeling disgusted towards me that his former colony could feel that way about him." America couldn't hold back his tears a moment longer and just let them fall.

Canada quickly wrapped his arms around his brother's shaking body. He didn't care that America cried onto his favourite red hoodie. He rubbed small circles on America's back as he cried. "It's not your fault America don't even think that it is. This can never be your fault."

Canada then heard his phone go off saying that he had received a text. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw that the text was from Prussia.

"Who is it?" America asked in between his tears.

Canada read the message out loud so that the other knew what was going on. "It's from Prussia, he says that he's check the Bremen area of Germany and there's no sign of England there."

When Canada didn't get any reply from the other nation he looked down and saw that he had finally fallen asleep. "Finally he's asleep." Canada moved his brother off of him and laid him down on the sofa so that he could rest properly. "Trust me America you'll feel better after some rest."

Canada then left the room to get a blanket or something for America. He got half way up the stairs when his phone went off for a second time. When he looked at his phone he that once again it was Prussia; he couldn't help but smile at the thought of talking to the albino nation. When Canada answered the phone he didn't get the chance to say anything before the other cut in.

"Yo Canada how's zhings going at your end?" Prussia said and Canada could just imagine the cocky grin the other had on his face as he spoke.

"They could be better Prussia. America's taking all of this quite badly." Canada glanced back to the room that he left his sleeping brother in from where he was standing on the stairs, only just being able to make out his brother's sleeping form.

"Ja it vas a shock to all of us vhen we heard zhe news. Zhat's got to be hard on you to, I hope zhat your bruder isn't being too difficult on you."

"I'm fine Prussia, thanks for worrying about me. America's not too bad. It's just getting to do anything but stair at his phone; I only just got him to get some sleep right now."

"Kesesese it was no problem Canada zhis is the awesome me zhat we are talking about here." There was silence on the Prussians end of the phone and Canada was worried that something had happened to the other nation. "Birdie if you ever need someone over zhere to help you zhen all you have to do is ask und I'll be zhere faster zhan Italy vhen he's in retreat."

Canada could feel his heart swell with happiness at Prussia's words. "I will Prussia thank you."

"Ich liebe dich Canada."

"Je vous aime à Prussia." Canada could feel his face warming up as he said those few words.

"Gott you sound so sexy vhen you speak French. I gotta go now meine train is arriving."

"Ok bye Prussia let me know if you find out anything."

"Vill do. Awesomeness out kesesese."

With that Prussia ended the phone call and Canada continued walking up the stairs with new found energy thanks to Prussia.

A/N: I would just like to thank all of you for being patient and supportive with me for this chapter, I have been quite busy with university lately so that means updates on all of fics are going to have to wait for a bit as I am currently writing my dissertation and that is taking up a lot of my time but I was able to get this and another fics chapter done eventually.

little story when I was trying to think about how to write this chapter I was listening to the Supernatural Parody song and well that's how the 'what the fuck' line entered. also sorry that it took me so long to do this I have been busy and I wanted to get this chapter just right as so many of you were expecting something good when England woke up, I hope that I didn't disappoint you

not gonna lie when I wrote this I got feels for what I was doing to America and well sorry if I hurt any of your feels but I did warn you back in the first chapter. and so to make up for the feels destroying in this chapter we now have PruCan.

favs, follows and reviews are all welcomed, please let me know what you think of this so far.

till next time gxgirl-93 out