Okay. Chapter three!

I don't own hetalia.. I honestly don't. I wisah i did, But I don't own the awsome anime that everyones gotta love =D

Well. Enjoy!

I feel like my story is getting worse and worse :

I'd like to thank everyone for giving me such Awsome reveiws! Reveiws are what keep me writing, because knowing someone likes my story gives me the will to write it =P I'm sure thats the same for some others out there xD. I really can't wait to finish this story xD

"England, Are you ready?" America called up the stairs. England came galloping down, tripping of the last one and landing head-first on the carpet. "H-Hey are you ok?" America asked. England grinned and got up.

"We're going to my house!" He sang, giggling. America took England's tiny hand and lead him out the door. "My house, my house, my house, lalalalala we're going to my house, my house" England sang as they walked into America's car. America took out the map of the world and started to read it. "Thats a map of Amewica, Amewica" England said.

"That IS the map of the world, England" America flashed a smile at his new little Brother. England sighed deeply.

"Git" America heard the word loud and clear.

"Did you just call me a Git?" America asked. The small nation shook his head.

"Nope!" he laughed. America concentrated on driving over to his private jet.

When the two finaly got back to the private jet, England ran up and started playing with the controls.

"England! Get back down!" America shouted, the little boy screamed and the airplane took off. "ENGLAND!" America shouted, desperatly hanging onto the stairs that had been left out.

"I'll handle this" a voice said. Why did America keep hearing voices? But, England suddenly got the plane in control. The ladder came up, bringing America with it and the plane flew smoothly..

"How.. did you do that?" America asked.

"Do what?" the boy said, letting America get back in the pilot seat.

"Nothing" America said, as he began to fly the plane to England's country. America sighed, as he began to enter English land. The towns were quickly being rebuilt, it was pretty quiet though. As the plane swiftly landed, America picked England up and set him on the ground.

"Uwaaaah! It's so cool! I'm getting stronger every minute! Right, Amewica?" England giggled. America gasped and put his hand over England's mouth.

"Don't say "America, you have to call me "Alfred" or "brother", Humans don't know about personifications" America whispered into England's ear.

"And I'm Arthur!" England grinned. America stopped dead still.

"And, Ehem.. Arthur. How did you know to call yourself Arthur?" America asked.

"Because kind Arthur and the round table was a really cool book!" England grinned. "I also like the surname um... Kirkland! Arthur Kirkland!" The little boy giggled. This left America speechless.

"You-He-Why-Huh?" America said, he began to walk to where he knew England's old house was. It was bound to be there again. Right in the middle. In England's capital city, London.

"I'm Arthur Kirkland!" England grinned. "You can be Alfred... !" England laughed.

"Okay, you are creeping me out" America said.

"I'm not bloody creepy, you git" England said. his voice low again.

"Don't say "bloody" or "Git" they are rude words. At least, to him anyway. Though. America did know he WAS in fact a bloody git and most definatly, NOT A hero.

"I didn't" the little boy said. America sighed. His imagination annoyed him.

"Ahhah! We're here!" America grinned. England looked up and jumped off America's arms amd ran into the house. America followed the little boy. It looked exactly how it had done two years ago.. exactly. America went up the stairs and went into England's room. The curtains were drawn and the lghts were off, The book he had been reading was on the bedside cabinet. A stain of tea on the floor.. blood red footprints walked throughout the top hallway.. the sheets had blood stains on.. it was exactly the same.. America walked over to the bed, the sheet had been pulled back as if someone had been sleeping there.

"what..the..hell?" America said. Just then, England came in and started bouncing on the bed. "England, Why are you bouncing on the bed? it's dirty" America said.

"No it's not" England frowned, His thick eyebrows were pointing downwards in confusion.

"But" America said. The bedroom was clean, there was just a normal one person bed and a small bedside table with a lamp on it. America must be going crazy.

"Well. Amewica, I want to pway outside!" England said, pulling America down the stairs.

"You're strong for a boy your age" America said, laughing. The two countries went outside, it was sunny and hot. The garden looked the same... The shed England had loads of stuff in. And the stairs down to the basement... The basement... "Wait here, England" America told the boy and made his way down.

The door had a familiar feel to it, England's black cloak was on the side still. America really didn't know why it was there, Then he remembered the dream he had.. "Spell 301..?" America said, looking through Englands vast selection of spell books. America looked at the sides. 'Spells 101' That was no good. only 101 spells. 'spells for the gifted 1-99, spells for the gifted 100-199, spells for the gifted 199=200, spells for the gifted 201-300' "Damn! Where is the 301-400?" he said. 'Beginners book of spells, Levitation magic, Black magic' "It's here! Black magic!" America said, eagerly flipping through the book. "Finally! Spell 301!" he said. But his heart sank.

"America!" England shouted down the stairs. The boy emerged in the door. For some reason he looked older.

"Why are you already older?" America asked. The boy shrugged, He looked about 8-9 years old, when yesterday he looked only 5-6. Maybe he was already breaking America's fasted growing speed?

Umm, Brother. Why are you even down here? this is my basement. And whatever those books are, only I can read them because they are mine. it's none of your buisness, okay?" The boy said. America was half sad but half happy that England had his sharpness and evil glares back.

"I don't know why i'm down here. I was looking around" America grinned.

"It isn't your house. Maybe think of that before barging in" England growled.

"What? I took you here!" America said.

"No, git, you didn't." England said.

"Amewica? Who are you talking too?" England saig. America looked up, England looked 5-6 years old again.

"Erm.. I'm not talking to anyone!" America said nervously.

"you were just talking to me you bastard" England said.

"Amewica, Me hungwy!" England said, his stomache growling loudly.

"I'll make you some dinner, then" America said.

"I make ittt!" England pouted.

"No, I'll make it" America said, not really wanting to taste the horrible stuff again.

"Is my cooking really that bad?" England said, the voice was deep again. America sighed, choosing to ignore the weird voice that he seemed to keep hearing. America sighed.

"What do you want? Um.. McDonalds, KFC or burger king?" America asked.

"But They're horrible! Gweasy stuff" England said.

"It's called fast food, Which is very nice, Actually, Brother" America grinned and continued to look down his list of good places to eat.

"Don't call me Brother." England said, America had seen him that time.. there was no doubt about it that little England had just said that.

"What?" America asked.

"What, is not the correct word. you should use 'Pardon' or 'Excuse me?'" England said. This was definatly England.

England POV

After being asked what food he wanted, out of a choice of fast foods. England remembered somthing.. He felt as though he should hate America. He didn't want to, but he did. England recalled the picture of the former England with America. Maybe that revolution was why England should really hate America? But England shouldn't even remember about being former England. In fact, He shouldn't really know anything about having a past life, but right from the start he knew. And when America went into the shed, England had to try desperatly to keep himself away from that black cloak sitting in the corner. England sighed, he felt much older now - for some odd reason. England had been oblivious to the fact he was a tiny country. That triggered it, He finally remembered. A slight smile entered the small boy's face. Or rather, A mischevious smile came over the huge nation. He just had to remember why he was a small child, and he could become England again..

Sorry for the short chapter! Its like the shortest i've ever done xD

I didn't want to make such a big of a deal with this chapter, since it wasn't meant to be a big one. Ang the next chapter may take a while since I have school tomorrow. I'm surprised I submitted three chapters in a weekend. LOL.

Anyway, PLEASE R&R and constructive crit. I'd love to know your opinion on my story. =D

Bye, for now!