Okay... So, please don't hate me... I know it's been a while but - but yeah. Things happen. Teens get lazy. Yup. However, I am here now! And all is well. Also I have edited all my chapters (not this one though, 'cause laziness) so that gives you a good reason to read over everything just to remember what exactly has happened - which I had to do (yay). If you want to, of course.

Albion gazed up from the picture he was drawing of Bunny, to watch Germania enter the room he and the two Italian brothers where in. He felt a pang of panic in his chest, fearing that Prussia had told the elder his want to learn how to fight. No, he could trust Prussia; he even said he was his friend. Friends wouldn't tell on each other, right? Although he couldn't be positive, he's never had a friend before; he wasn't sure what they do. In his inner ramblings, Albion nearly missed Germania beginning to speak.

"Zhere you are, I vould have zhought you vould prefer to be outside today."

Albion looked back at the twins, unsure what to say; was there a rule saying they had to be outside? Perhaps Germania wouldn't get angry if the two Italians answered.

"Ve~ We wanted to draw today."

"It's not like we aren't outside every other day."

Albion smiled, how could twins be so different? "I like being inside, it's really hot here."

"Really? But you never said so…" Italy frowned.

"N-no! It's not that bad! I like the scenery! That's why I sit outside; it's very different from my home. That's all." Albion stuttered out the reason. He didn't want to hurt Italy's feelings. Boy, was he bad at this friend stuff.

"Oh that's okay then!" The cheerful Italian smiled again.

'Nice save, me.' Albion smiled in secret relief.

Germania knelt down in front on Albion, holding neatly folded, green fabric. "Here. It's all fixed and cleaned up."

The young blonde gasped happily and gripped his cloak tightly to his chest. "F-thank you Germania!"

Without warning, he stood and sped out of the room to his own and began removing the strange, white robe he had been given. He didn't even know how much he missed his old clothes until now, most of the scent has been washed away by now but he could still smell the wild plants and even the sharp, familiar tingle of magic of his home country. Feeling the welcoming weight if his cloak on his shoulders, he spun around to the doorway ready to go back to the twins, before seeing his little green friend flutter in behind him. He asked, "What d'ya fink?"

Bunny placed a paw under his chin, floating closer, taking in all the different angles of Albion in his old clothing. While flying behind him, he suddenly nestled into the hood behind Albion's head. "Perfect. " He sighed.

A laugh escaped Albion as he shook his head at his friends obvious behaviour, before leaving for Italy and Romano.

It was a couple of hours before Rome, Holy Rome and France came back from town.

Prussia, after a while, came in to join the three youngest nations, probably coming from a practice session with Hungary. He picked on both the twins, though both had very different responses but Prussia laughed his strange laugh anyway.

He also pulled on Albion's cloak a lot of the time too, like when he was just about to stand up to make him fall back down, but it didn't feel the same way when Scotland did it. It made him giggle uncontrollably which often started off embarrassing at first but then it set Italy off and then Prussia. He could even hear Bunny laugh from inside his hood.

Albion hesitated when he saw France come through the door with that strange grin on his face, he really didn't know what to think of the nation but he had to get to his country somehow; it was his only way home.

He said something Albion couldn't understand, he guessed it was some kind of greeting though. As he stood up he saw Prussia's gaze follow him, he tried his best to ignore it but the red eyes held something close worry and confusion in them. Hopefully Prussia wouldn't catch on to his plan. Or maybe he was worried that France would say something weird again, though Prussia doesn't seem like the type of person to worry. He gulped as he tugged on France's blue cloak, he really didn't like France but he had no better plan, even the plan he had was vague.

France hummed and turned at the little tug on his cloak, "Oui? Oh Angleterra! What is it?"

Albion shuffled on his feet, "Uh um… I was wondering i-if I could - we could visit your countrys-sometime?" He flushed under the intense (or maybe insane but Albion was too scared to ask) gaze France was giving him," France?"

"Oh mon dieu! You are adorable! I would be 'onoured for you to see my country. Maybe we can make a trip out of it! I will ask!" The blond twirled around as he left and searched for the elder nations.

"He's very strange, isnt he?" Bunny said as he popped his head out of England's hood. Albion just grunted and crossed his arms. "England?"

"I'm not ador-adorable." He huffed.

Prussia laughed loudly and draped an arm around his slim shoulders, pulling him back to the floor with Romano and Italy. "Zhat's vhat you vanted France fror? Vhy vere you making it such a secretive zhing?"

Albion barely shrugged before Italy spoke up, "I think it's a great idea! Huh, fratello?" Italy smiled, nudging Romano softly. The older twin glared and didn't answer.

"Aw come on Romano-"

Albion zoned out by this point. His chest constricted as he remembered that after he left, he wouldn't see Italy's smile or hear Prussia's weird laugh, or Romano's… well he didn't know what he'd miss from Romano, but he will miss him! Which ever choice he chose, he knew he'd miss someone, but he believed that he needed to fix his family rather than stay with his friends. He didn't want it to seem like he ran away from his family.

He sighed, he couldn't think like that! He had to keep his head up, he was going to see his friends again.

Both Germania and Rome spoke to the boys to sort it out the journey to France's country. Albion could see how sceptical Germania was about the idea however Rome thought it would be a good idea for Albion to get some fresh air, and France to keep in touch with with his country. That and Italy used his puppy-dog eyes on both adults. They both agreed but they had to be sure that Albion was a hundred percent before they grumbled at first,trying to persuade Rome and Germania (mostly Germania) that he felt fine. Though, obviously there was no getting through to the stubborn German.

It wasn't until that night, Prussia sneaked into his room that Albion remembered the albino's promise. He led him outside, far into the forest where he usually goes to meet Hungary, with two wooden swords and a gigantic grin on his face. The next day he had a sore throat from all the shouting and laughing, and a couple of bruises that he hid under his cloak. Every bruise he spotted on Prussia made a smug grin grow on his face while Prussia stuck his tongue out at him. Albion also gained a new alarm, Italy came into his room every morning and jumped on his bed, if Albion didn't wake then Italy would vary from soft whispers to loud squeaky yells to awaken him.

Everyday France sat with England with an excited grin and told him every small detail about his home. Albion thought he was just being a show off, still, he didn't say anything. France was obviously excited and the younger nation can't say he wouldn't do the same thing if he was going home. Well, he was going home, but the others didn't know so he couldn't go blabbing that out.

And every night Prussia would teach him to use a sword - even if it wasn't a real one. From time to time even Hungary showed up, hissing at Prussia for doing it wrong then gladly taking over. It was less fun with her than Prussia, Hungary was nice to talk to but a terrifying teacher. The night usually ended with both him and Prussia running away from the brunette.

As the days passed it seemed to Albion that they were never going to leave for France's country, Albion thought he should mention it again just in case everyone forgot. It seemed that he didn't need to because when Italy came into his bedroom to wake him up he was extra excited and Albion couldn't understand one jumbled word that flew out of Italy's mouth. Instead of settling down and explaining himself Italy grabbed his hand and pulled him out of bed. As they neared the main living area, England heard Rome talking in more weird sounding words, different than France's.

"Ah! Sei! Great, we're all here. We were wondering when you were going to wake up!" Rome beamed.

"You do feel alright, don't you? Ve can vait a vhile longer if you need." Germania said.

"Ah no! I'm fine, really!" He insisted, catching Prussia's humour-filled gaze. He was persuaded to follow Prussia's example and stick his tongue out. Mama always said to be a gentleman, to not be tempted to fall down to others' level. Still he was just a kid and did it anyway - behind Rome and Germania's back of course, Alba and Ireland always made some funny gestures at each other behind Mama's back.

Okay, so I have a question. Would you mind this story having one, teeny tiny OC in it? Probably only for one or two chapters. I mean, there will probably be others 'cause, 'y'know, Humans do exist and they will probably be in this story at one point, just 'cause I like being mean to my favourite, sort of immortal character. Anyway I think I have a plan to get England back to his own country but I think, considering, he would need some help. But I do hate OC's myself (okay dislike, if they can't be helped) so I understand if you disagree with the choice.