Albion flinched back when the warrior knelt down in front of him, "Nien, nien. I von't hurt you." He said, surprisingly softly for a soldier. "Vhat are you doing out here?"

Albion looked back to the green bunny, who hopped out of its hiding place, "He doesn't seem too bad… But I'll protect you if he tries anything!" It puffed out its chest.

The boy allowed a small smile at his new friend before turning back to the other blonde. "I-I'm Albion. W-who are you? H-haf you seen my Mama?"

"I'm Germania," He said absentmindedly. The warrior seemed to be in deep thought at the moment, before realisation showed on his features, then a frown.

"M-mister?"

"Gott, but you're so young…"

"I-I 'ave older bwothers. Can you 'elp me find 'em too?"

"Gott damn it Rome!" He whispered harshly to himself. He looked down at the kid, who in turn looked back up at him with hope-filled, green eyes. "I think you should come with me, ja? It'll be safer."

"Uh… But my Mama… and bwothers…" His lower lip wobbled, wanting his family, no matter how much his older siblings disliked him.

"Just need to clear somezing up and I can't leave you here."

Albion thought a little, he didn't like being here either; he's never been this far away from home. But if he stayed then someone else might find him, good or bad, and this person hasn't hurt him, so he must be good, right? "O-okay." He finalised, and struggled to his feet. He took a step towards the out stretched hand Germania offered, and fell to the floor again. "Oww…" He moved his green cloak away with his shaky hands and saw that his pants had big holes on the knees and the flesh underneath the fabric were torn and bloody. A couple of tears fell again as he looked up at Germania, with an insecure look he held up his arms, silently asking to be picked up.

Germania had his small frown still present on his face, when he picked up the young boy, Albion exclaimed and pointed at the trees, "Oh Alba! … Alba?"

Germania turned but saw no one, "Who is Alba?" He asked Albion who gripped his shoulder looking forlorn.

"N-nothing…" He sniffed and nuzzled his head into the armour clad chest. The bunny jumped up of the ground and its little wings fluttered rapidly until it landed on Albion's shaking shoulder and gently patted his head.

Germania sighed and made his way back to base, where he knew Rome would be.

Albion couldn't believe Alba would just leave him like that. Did he hate him that much that he would just leave him with a stranger? He should have run away from home and lived with the faeries, they loved him. Hopefully Alba will find Mama and tell her where he is. Maybe that was his older brother's plan; maybe he thought that couldn't fight the slightly accented, blonde warrior.

He wanted to know what was going on too, why there was people were fighting. Does it have something to do with Rome? Is that why the faeries led him away, to keep him from being found by him? But Germania said something about Rome. Is he going to take him to the dangerous man?

'Oh no…' He thought. 'I should have stayed in the forest, maybe some faeries would have found me.'

Soon, the soft crunch of gravel filled the air. Albion lifted his head off the hard metal (careful of the bunny that was sleeping in the crook of his neck). Albion figured he must have fallen asleep too, he didn't recognise where he was anymore. He was hardly allowed anywhere near the villages, his Mama told him not to but this didn't look like a village either. There were tents everywhere and men with similar armour on as Germania. They all gave them odd looks as they walked passed but Germania ignored them, heading straight towards the biggest tent on the lot. Fear shot itself into the boy's chest, he knew that was where Rome was, he was sure of it and he was also sure he didn't want to meet him. He started struggling, kicking and pushing at the soldier. The jolty movements woke the bunny and it fell of his shoulder, its wings saved it before it hit the floor and the creature raced back to Albion, trying to calm him down.

"Hey, hey! Vhat's the matter?"

"I don' wanna! I don' wanna!" He shouted, surprised at himself, he's never raised his voice before and it hurt his throat.

"Don't vant to vhat?!"

"Haha, Germania, you're not usually this terrible with kids." A mellow laugh interrupted their struggle. Albion froze and saw a tall, tanned man with many scars and brown scruffy hair that had curls springing at the side.

"He vas fine a minute ago!"

"So who's this? He's not yours, is he?" He chuckled merrily. His honey brown eyes calmed Albion down, a bit. This guy didn't seem too bad either, like Germania.

"No! … But I need to talk to you privately." His voice dropped a few syllables.

"Hm? Okay~ this way." Germania followed the new person into the large tent.

'Wait. He's Rome!?' Albion tensed up, 'But he's so nice!'

Germania looked worriedly at the small boy; he's been tensing and freezing a lot lately, and he hadn't expected that outburst, he didn't seem the type, he was too quiet. He set the child on the table in the middle of the room. Germania then turned to Rome closing the door of the tent. He then picked up a bowl of grapes and began eating, smirking when his friend rolled his eyes.

"Okay… So, the kid?"

A low grumble caught their attention and they regarded the boy as his blushed a deep red and covered his stomach, "S-sowwy." He said gently. His eyes flicking to the grapes then back to their faces.

Rome placed the bowl next the boy with a kind smile. "Eat, you look starved."

He looked stunned at the friendly gesture, and thanked him before sating himself with the fruit.

"Okay~" Rome sang as Germania pulled him to a more secluded part of the tent. "Who's the boy? Where did you find him? Not one of the villages-"

"No, I found him at the edge of zhe forest, vatching zhe fighting. Do you know vhat zhat could do to someone zhat has not experienced var? Especially a child? Albion is most likely an orphan now."

Rome frowned and flushed, "I know… but perhaps they have just not found his mother-"

"No. I heard him talking to someone after he ran into zhe forest and fell – Oh; ve'll need to patch up his knees. He said zhat 'faeries' called him England. Rome, 'England', zhat's not a human name." Germania explained, hoping Rome will understand the situation they were in.

"Britannia…" He looked over to the boy sadly. He was happily eating grapes and talking to the air. 'Hm, maybe Germania was right about England watching the fighting. I don't think that's normal…'

"Rome!" fingers clicked in his face, "Vhat do ve do now?"

The Empire already made up his mind, "You said he was orphaned?"

"He said he had older brothers."

"And where are they?" Rome questioned.

"I zhink…" Germania remembered that time when he picked Albion up in the forest, he had shouted 'Alba', but he hadn't seen anything. "I zhink zhey left him."

Rome's soft, confused features hardened into a scowl. He stayed silent for the kid's sake.

"We'll take him with us. We'll have to raise him!" He exclaimed with a grin.

"Vhat?!"

"Y'know what, bunny? I don' think Wome is tha' bad." He said after swallowing a mouthful of grapes.

"Hehe, slow down England, they're gonna go quicker if you eat them like that." The winged rabbit jumped onto his lap.

"Oh! I 'aven' named you! You need a name." He put down the near empty bowl and leant back on his arms and kicked his legs. "Haf you though' of somefing, at all? Why don't you haf a name anyway?

"Well… No… It's been a wild day, huh? I've never spoke to anyone before you, the humans don't see much." He chuckled.

"Oh, really? … Hmm... Flying Mint Bunny."

"Huh?" The bunny tilted his head to the side.

"Y'name, since the others can't see you. I'll jus' 'ave'ta call you by wha' you look like. Is that ok?"

"Hmm yup! Makes sense." The two giggled until a loud thud made them jump.

He looked over to the adults. Rome was laughing with tears in his eyes, and Germania was unconscious on the floor.

"Uh, Wome… Was Germania tired?"

Rome only laughed harder and mussed up England's hair.