Everyone was very glad to finally get to England's house in York. The officer, who for whatever reason England knew, froze up. Another officer came over, someone Scotland recognized from a very awkward drunken night. She explained to Scotland that this was a new officer and the pair of them were in the awkward position of finding a missing government car. What didn't help was that the new officer was also mildly dyslexic. They let the nations go shortly after.

"I still find it odd that England knew who that person was," Canada said as he helped America get England out of the van.

"I doubt that's what happened," Wales said, "The Swiftsure was one of his ships a long time ago, and has been out of commission for at least a century. That officer must have been a descendant of someone he worked with before."

America looked up at the house he had lived in when he was a kid. It hadn't changed at all from that time. The house was located on a hill about a half hour walk from the closest village. The view of the country side from there was incredible, and there was a forest in the back that went on for miles. The house itself was still as big as America remembered it. The front of the house had flags hanging from it. It used to have flags from all the colonies England had. Now, it was just the Union Jack. "When was the last time he was here?"

"Not sure," Wales said, beckoning America to follow him, "Last time I can be sure was a few Christmases ago."

Wales led America into the house and through the halls of the old place. Decorations of paintings, weapons, and treasures from every place around the globe cover the walls. They still looked impressive to America. He had his own house decorated very similar to this.

"There's a room here that would be good to put him in," Wales said as they walked up the stairs, "It's plain, and you have to go through a small hallway to get there. I think it was Australia's room once. What I'm thinking of doing is having someone placed in that small hallway at night. England isn't known for sleepwalking, but he might wake up at some point in the night and get confused. I just want to make sure he doesn't get himself hurt."

America stopped at a painting that caught his eye. It was of him, Canada, Australia, and England. It was a bit jarring to him, since everyone looked so serious and pristine. England was like that, but everyone else in the picture certainly wasn't. All America could see was one giant lie well painted.

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"Everything alright, America?" Wales asked when he noticed that the American had stopped following him.

"Hm? Oh…" He was staring at a painting, seemingly lost in thought.

Wales had noticed that America throughout all of this had been very quiet. The American was usually the loudest thing for miles, with a beaming smile on his face and a hero's posture with every step he took. "Is there something you want to ask?"

"…no…why?"

"It just seems something's bothering you."

America opened his mouth, probably ready to tell off Wales, but changed his mind. Wales figured he probably remember the fact that the Welshman could read people well. "I never thought that England would stoop this low," America said quietly.

"You still look up to him," Wales said in surprise. He was genuinely shocked. After everything that had happened since America's revolution, it just seemed odd.

"I never said that," America scoffed.

The two of them turned into the short hallway, and Wales opened the door at the end to reveal the bedroom England would be put in. It was as plain as Wales had remembered it. Simply, a bed, a chair, and a mirror. There was a large window in the room, looking out to the forest nearby. Though, there was someone else already in the room. He had green eyes, dark brown hair, and a plaster strapped on his nose.

"Talk about timing, Wales," Australia said, a devilish grin appearing on his face, "I was just about to call you. G'Day, America!"

"Yo, Australia, dude. I didn't know you'd be here."

"I called him shortly after you," Wales explained as America put England in the bed, "I figured that he would probably be needed at some point."

"He's in a state, isn't he?" Australia commented, "Has he always been this pale?"

"You have no idea," America stated, "He already woke up once and thought he was a kid again."

"Seriously? What the hell is this ambrosia stuff?"

Wales sighed. He had told Australia already, but he forgot this particular nation had a very short attention span. "I'll explain again later. For now, you should go tell everyone that you're here."

"Sweet. So who else is here?" Australia and America headed out of the room.

"Canada is."

"Nice. I haven't seen him in ages."

Wales smiled a little. Long lost brothers, reunited once again. Wales made sure that England was completely covered by the blankets before following America and Australia.

Is there something I should know about him?

Wales stopped in his tracks and grabbed hold of the wall.

He thought I was Queen Victoria and started talking about things I had no idea about. It was a good thing that I got bailed out by someone else, but my question still stands. Is there something I need to know about Arthur?

Wales breathed deeply. These were pieces of the future. His vision was a bit disjointed. He could still see he was in the hallway just outside of England's room, but his left field of vision was of the kitchen downstairs, and a girl was in front of him looking very intently.

He's delusional, that's all; he thinks he's in the 1800's. We're going to be taking him to hospital in a day or so.

Really? Because he asked me once if my line went back to her, saying that I looked very much like Victoria. It sounded like he actually knew her.

"Wales?" America came over to Wales, "Is everything alright?"

"I'm fine."

Who exactly is Arthur? How could he have know her and be no more than a few years older than me?

"One of your eyes is glowing…" America looked concerned. He put a hand on Wales' shoulder. For a moment, America's eyes glowed, and Wales was taken out of the vision.

"It's fine. This happens once in a while."

"But this happened earlier today?"

"Yes…. Well, it gets worse when I'm tired. But really, I am fine." Wales took a deep breath, "Come on, we should join up with the others."

They started heading back downstairs. "But, dude, what even was that? North said it was future vision?"

"Yes, it was. It's apart of my magic, a part I can't really control."

"So you can use magic like England?" America's tone made it sound like he was still trying to wrap his head around this thought.

"Yes, I can use magic, but I don't use black magic. That's England's thing, and I'm still wondering why."

"But England doesn't have future vision."

"I'm the only one who does."

"…what was is about?"

Wale shook his head, "I'm not entirely sure myself right now. These things become clearer as time wares on." Not entirely true. He wasn't ever positive of the future, but he learned how to deduce a situation from the clues given. This was how he could read people easily. He figured that someone ran into England on accident in his current state, but why a stranger here in this house?

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Australia went downstairs, really excited about seeing Canada again. The colonial kid trio, back together again. He looked back to tell America something, but found that the other nation wasn't there. Australia just shrugged and continued on. He headed to the kitchen, where everyone else was now congregated. Scotland was the only one standing up, his back to the doorway. Australia grinned mischievously. It was about time he did something he had been wanting to do since he was a kid.

Australia took out his boomerang that he always carried with him and proceeded to jump up on Scotland's back, using the boomerang like a knife on his neck. Except, he forgot that he was almost as tall as Scotland and definitely as strong as him, so ended up tackling him, sending them both to the floor.

"Fuck!" Scotland let out as he fell to the ground.

Everyone jumped out of their seats in alarm. Canada let out a yelp of "Maple!" and Ireland pulled out a gun.

"Oh, it's just Australia," Ireland said, putting the gun away.

"What in the name of Crìost are you doing, Aussie?" Scotland asked, getting up.

"I came to see England," Australia explained simply, trying to look innocent of any wrongdoing.

"I mean attacking me." Scotland was having none of it.

"Oh, that, right. I didn't mean for you to fall. Sometimes, I forget how much I've grown. Especially in this place." Australia laughed a bit.

Scotland didn't look at all impressed. "You cannot be serious," he said, shaking his head.

Wales and America came into the room. Once everyone was settled in, Wales reexplained the situation to Australia.

"So, England needs to be watched, ok," Australia said after the explination, "I can take first watch."

"That wouldn't be wise," Ireland said.

"Oh, so you would rather take it?" Scotland asked, smirking in Ireland's direction.

"I never said that." Ireland gave Scotland a harsh face.

"I see no problem in Australia taking watch," Northern Ireland said.

"Neither do I," Canada agreed.

"All in favor?" Wales asked.

Everyone but Ireland raised their hands. "Fine," Ireland said, getting up and leaving.

"Poor Ire," Northern Ireland said once Ireland had gone.

"Does that happen often? Ireland being the odd on out?" Canada asked.

"Not really," Scotland said, "When we were young, he was the one to come up with all the pranks and be the one to give out all the ideas. As we got older, that power was more balanced out, seeing as we became a bit more scattered. It just looks like now he never gets his way with things."

Wales raised an eyebrow at Scotland. "Ireland was the mastermind behind all the pranks? Really?"

"Most," Scotland corrected himself, "I'll take credit on the times we sneaked up on you in the middle of the night and scared the shit out of you."

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It was a full moon, the light shining bright upon the land. And Scotland had finally found Wales' new hiding place. This time, it was deep in the forest by a pond in a hole in a tree. Wales had wrapped himself in his cloak and curled up in the hole. Almost a perfect hiding place; Scotland wouldn't have noticed it if it weren't for the giant dragon that never seemed to leave Wales' side. Taliesin was flying above the forest at that moment, perfect opportunity to strike.

Scotland leaped down from the tree he was scouting from. Usually, Ireland would join him on these excursions, but he was having some issues back home. Scotland was alone that night.

He stealthily walked up to the unsuspecting Wales, making sure he was out of sight of the sky. Scotland got right up to Wales and looked at him for a moment, just to make sure the nation was actually asleep. Wales had been faking sleep recently and catching Scotland completely off guard, which pissed him off to no end. Where was the fun in scaring someone if they were expecting it? Wales must have been waiting for some surprise attack, for his sword was drawn. But his hand wasn't clutching it tightly; the blade was lying across Wales' lap with his hand resting relaxed on the hilt. Wales' breathing was slow and regular. He was actually asleep then.

Scotland quickly took Wales' sword and threw it into the pond. He could fish it out later, no big deal. Then, Scotland moved behind Wales so that his left hand was around Wales' waist and his sword was positioned against Wales' neck.

"I've got you," Scotland said in a menacing tone, and he couldn't help but smirk as he said it.

Wales shot open his eyes, making to move, but he noticed the sharp blade at his throat. He clenched his hand, but realized the sword he carried was no longer there.

"Looks like you've left yourself defenseless yet again."

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Scotland had a proud look on his face, "Those were some fun times."

Wales shook his head, an old bitter look on his face. "And yet, you still wonder why I have trust issues with you."

Author's Note: That is it for this week's update. I will post the next update on Friday (and I promise that this time). Until then, please comment.

Update: There is a comment I cannot answer directly, so I have to do so here because it is important enough to respond to now. Please don't take these works and post them on different sites, even if you do credit me. I like to keep in control of my own works and I already have another site I use (which is Archive of Our Own). I'll take recommendations for other sites to post on so that more people read them, but I personally would prefer to be the one posting the stories. Thank you for your understanding.