America woke up with something poking his head. When turning to find the source of it, there was nothing there. He was reminded of those times in his childhood where he would hear things that weren't there, things that go bump in the night. England would give the explanation that it was one of the fairies or some after effect of one of his spells. At the time, America believed it, but that was because he was a naïve little child. Since he got older, he knew better.

And then, of course he was proven wrong. A mint-green bunny flopped into his lap and proceeded to rub its head in America's palm. "The hell…?" America reached for his glasses to see if his vision was playing tricks on him. The green bunny was a green bunny.

"That would be flying mint bunny," Wales said, with a completely straight face. He was sitting down at the kitchen table, a mug in his hand and a newspaper open in front of him. "He doesn't bite… at least not hard."

As a response, flying mint bunny smiled up at America.

"That's good to hear," America said slowly. He couldn't help but feel he had seen this creature somewhere before…

The bunny moved on over to Canada. It rubbed its nose on Canada's nose and it looked really cute. America expected Canada to freak out when he woke up, but he didn't. Instead, Canada calmly petted the creature on the head as if it wasn't odd to have a flying green colored bunny wake you up like a cat. America sometimes wondered how Canada was so calm about everything.

America stood up and stretched. "What time is it?" he asked once he was a bit more awake.

"Almost eight," Wales said, not looking up from the paper, "We'll be going once Scotland gets back. He's gone to get his van."

America went over to the kitchen part of the common area to make himself coffee; he couldn't start a morning without the stuff. He paused at the counter, realizing that there wasn't a coffee maker around. He stood there for at least a minute, trying to get over the fact that England didn't have a coffee maker. It was a standard kitchen appliance that every person needed to have, like a toaster.

"Instant only," Wales explained, still not looking up from the paper, "Boil some water, add in power. Mix. Power's in the cupboard right in front of you. The water should still be hot from when I made tea earlier."

America would have told Wales off, saying that he knew how to make instant coffee (he had to do that when he was out at meetings), but he was surprised as to how Wales knew what he doing and thinking. "Dude, that's creepy."

"What is?" Wales looked up and glanced around the kitchen.

"Can you, like, read minds or something?"

"Oh, that," Wales said like it was no big deal, "You could say that. I've gotten good at reading people."

America felt the side of the kettle; it was slightly above lukewarm temperature, not good for any form of hot drink. He turned the kettle back on, then took out a mug and put some coffee powder in it as he waited for the water to heat back up. Taliesin flew up onto the counter and looked at America. America looked back in a sneering way, which got him a flame to the face. America crashed into the wall to make sure he wasn't burnt by Taliesin's flames.

"Taliesin," Wales said, "Play nice."

Taliesin blew some black smoke from his nose, then hopped over to Wales and curled up on his lap. Canada had gotten up by this point and was also at the table, reading something on his phone with flying mint bunny on his shoulder.

"Something wrong, Matt?" America asked.

"Oh, no," Canada said in a bit of a fluster. America raised an eyebrow, making Canada continue, "Well, sort of… I'm getting a new boss the beginning of next year…"

"Dude, that's cool!"

"Yeah, but that means I have to explain to her the whole nations thing."

"It's not that bad of a conversation, dude," America said, shrugging it off.

"I'm just tired explaining it all the time," Canada said, turning off the screen, "Most everyone thinks it's a joke or a trick until the previous one explains the situation. And sometimes they aren't even around. Those are the worse times."

Northern Ireland came into the room. "Hey, um Scotty's back, and I need help getting England into some fresh clothes. All I can find are his dress shirts and I think it be better to get him into something more comfortable, less formal."

"Let's see what we can do," Wales said, "England likes hiding his sweatshirts, I can tell you that. America, can you help out? You're the strongest out of all of us."

"Scotty's stronger," Northern Ireland piped in.

"I doubt it," America said grinning.

"That's a conversation for the car ride," Wales said, putting a pin into that debate. Wales' eyes suddenly start glowing for a few moments. The nation closed his eyes and said, "And make sure we get England's wallet too."

Northern Ireland looked confused. "Ok, but why is that important?"

"Just covering all our bases," Wales simply said, folding the newspaper then headed downstairs.

"What was that about?" America asked, really confused.

Northern Ireland shrugged. "Probably some future vision thing. Best not to think about it too much. Come on." The three of them go over to England's room, which was left relatively untouched since yesterday.

"Wales can see into the future?" America was more shocked with how casually Northern Ireland talked about it than the actual thing itself. America had seen some magic from England before, stuff at world meetings when things got a bit slow. He figured seeing into the future could be a thing, but to just do it so easily and no one freaking out about it?

"Ask him about it later," Northern Ireland said, "I don't know too many details myself. I just listen to him. Now," the Irishman throws open the closet door, "Let's see what England is hiding in here."

"I feel bad about going through his stuff," Canada said, looking over at England. He seemed calm that morning, which was a relief from his distraught from the previous day.

"Eh," was all Northern Ireland said on the matter. He pulled out an empty quiver and looked at it thoughtfully for a moment. His eyes glowed for a moment. "I'm impressed he still has this… But why here of all places?" He shrugged and continues searching.

America picked up the quiver. The design on it was carved on by hand, and was poorly done, as if it was done by a child. "What is this?"

"England carried that around for years," Northern Ireland explained, "Then he grew up and discovered other weapons. I'm surprised its all the way out here. Aha!" Northern Ireland pulls out a sweatshirt that is wrinkled, but clean. "I knew he had to have something comfortable."

"I didn't actually think that he would ever wear one," Canada said.

"Oh, he would never," Northern Ireland agreed, "This was a Christmas gift from Wales a few years back. He wasn't amused."

Northern Ireland changed England's dress shirt for the sweatshirt. Once he was done, America easily picked up England. The unconscious nation's head rolled around and America quickly adjusted his hold on England so that his head was properly supported. America was reminded of one time in the trenches, during WWI, where an entire section of trench got blown up. England just happened to be right in the middle of the explosion. Being the hero he was, America scooped up the unconscious, bleeding nation and rushed him off to the medical bay area. Panic had overwhelmed the American at that time, wondering if England was going to die right there and then.

America quickly tried to put it out of his mind. It was traumatizing and he didn't need that at that moment. Besides, England was fine, just as he was fine now. Relatively.

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Scotland's van was black and could sit up to eight people comfortably. The only odd thing about it was the license plate; namely it had the peace flag on it instead of the English flag. This was introduced a while back when plates started being developed. Most police crews knew about the plate and knew just to let the car pass. Only a handful actually knew what the plate meant and even fewer understood the circumstances of that fact. The less normal people knew about the personified nations, the better.

Scotland smoked on his cigarette as he waited for the others to come down. The first being Ireland. He was alone and looked annoyed, though Scotland was used to that look on him. His green eye was glowing, like he had just casted a spell.

"You've got to be kidding me," Ireland muttered coving the eye with his hand when Scotland spoke up about it.

Scotland pulled out an eye patch and handed it to Ireland, who refused at first.

"Just take it, will ye?" Scotland said, rolling his eyes. "It's not like it's bewitched."

Ireland grudgingly took the eye patch and put it on.

"You're still angry at us," Scotland stated.

"Yes."

"About North?"

"And the plantations. And the civil war. And everything else!"

"If there is a person to be angry with, its England. Not me and Wales."

"It doesn't matter really. Your names were on those documents. And it was your people who helped with the planting as well."

"It does, actually. Mum doesn't like it."

"Is that so?" Ireland didn't look impressed. "And she just happens to tell you this now?"

"Nay, she's been telling me this for years. I didn't tell you because you wouldn't talk to me nor would you listen to what I had to say. Now that you and North are together again, it's about time you heard."

"And you think I can just forgive and forget at the drop of a hat? You must be joking," Ireland said miffed.

Scotland waved a hand to one side. He knew full well that Ireland saw events of the past fairly frequently; it was a part of his magic, the bit he had no control of whatsoever. "Alright, but don't come running to me if Mum starts following you around and causing havoc in your life."

"She won't," Ireland grumbled, "She never does. She only comes to you."

Scotland thought back to the previous night. Britannia was very adamant about Scotland talking to Ireland about this, moreso than usual. She was bringing her foot down as hard as she could with this squabble the brothers were having. "Look, Seamus, what…"

Wales suddenly appeared, almost tripping out the door. He grabbed a hold of the railing, and looked at Scotland and Ireland. "Please tell me you two were behaving," Wales said, catching his composure.

"Just talking," Scotland stated.

"Good." Wales looked around the street. There were people milling about, but nothing out of the ordinary.

"Did you see something?" Ireland asked.

"Yes, and I'm still not sure what the catalyst for it is. And Scotty, make sure you keep to the speed limit."

Scotland rolled his eyes, "Like anyone really cares."

"Allistor," Wales had a dangerous look on his face, "Humor me."

"We're here!" Northern Ireland said as the rest of the group came out. He noticed Wales' face and toned down the pep. "Are we ready?"

Ireland blinked slowly, not really believing what he was seeing. "Is that a sweatshirt?"

"Found it hidden at the bottom of his closet."

"He's going to throw a fit when he realizes what he is wearing," Scotland said, grinning.

Northern Ireland agreed, returning the look.

"Right, I take shotgun," Ireland said, and got into the vehicle without another word.

"Please tell me you got England's wallet," Wales asked Northern Ireland. The Irishman handed it over without another word.

America and Canada took the very back of the van, sitting England in between the two of them, his head resting on Canada's shoulder. Flying mint bunny also headed back that, curling up in England's lap. Wales and Northern Ireland took the middle seats; Wales behind Scotland and Northern Ireland behind his twin. Taliesin perched on the shoulder of Wales' seat and stared menacingly at America. Once everyone was settled in, Scotland started the van and hit the road.

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Getting out of London was a hassle. It always was during that time of day, what with all the traffic trying to get into the city. Scotland was hoping to get out before all of that, but no such luck.

Once they were on the open road, traffic went by smoothly. Ireland spoke up once Northern Ireland started talking about something to do with his leprechauns. "As you were saying before?" The grumpy Irishman was slouched in his chair, looking at Scotland expectantly.

It took Scotland a moment to figure out what Ireland meant. "What are you looking for from us?"

"I don't know what you mean." Ireland moved his head to the left, so that he didn't have to look at Scotland. He could get lost with the slow change from suburb to the open English countryside.

"You know exactly what I mean." Scotland wished he wasn't driving so he could have looked directly at Ireland. "You wouldn't be here if it didn't help you in some way."

Ireland was quiet for a few minutes. "It's not like you can help me directly."

"Try me."

"I, alone, have to sort out my own history. This isn't something even North can help with so don't even say you can."

"Oh, hell. You took the fucking words right out of my mouth," Scotland said sarcastically. When Scotland glanced over at Ireland, he didn't look amused by the comment. "Fine, you have history problems. Big deal, we all do right now. That still doesn't explain why you're here. You can soul search on your own better than with us."

Ireland didn't answer for a while. He was shooting up magic in the form of shimmering shamrocks that disappeared at an instant. He always did that when he was thinking. "I'm only here for North's sake."

"You sure that's all?"

"…and it's a bit easier when the people responsible for part of my history are nearby. For… just in case something comes up that I've forgotten… like I ever would…"

"So you do need out help in some way," Scotland said with a smirk on his face. It had been a very long time since Ireland admitted to needed some form of help.

"Yes, now leave it," Ireland said quickly, and turned back to the window.

"Don't you sound all defensive."

"Shut up." Ireland punched Scotland in the shoulder.

"You need our help for once." There was no way on Earth he was going to let this go any time soon.

"I said shut up!" Another punch, this time it did kinda hurt.

Scotland grinned. They hadn't bickered like actual brothers in years. He would have continued on since he was having way to much fun with this, but a police car came up behind them, sirens wailing. Calmly, Scotland pulled over, expecting them to pass. They didn't; they pulled over behind Scotland.

"What do they want?" Ireland asked confused.

"Well… we're about to find out," Wales said, passing the wallet to Scotland.

Scotland rolled down the window, and took out not only his human ID card, but also England's ambassador card. Most nations had them, except Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland were still waiting for their new ones. Government offices were so slow. "I really hope this doesn't take long."

Author's Note: And it's going to be a week until this gets resolved. Sucks that they have to wait in a car for a whole week. XP Anyway, that's all for this week. Until next time, please comment.