Next chappie! Whoot! Again, thanks for all the awsome reveiws i'm getting =D

I do not own that awsome anime with countries called Hetalia ;)

Aren't typos annoying? Lets write a song about it! I~ hate-

England: Get on with the bloody story already, Git!

me: fine.

Enjoy!

America cleared the plates and sat back down. He thought he was going crazy, all this hearing England, But.. hadn't it happened at the G8 meeting?.. he thought to himself. He folded the newspaper, which was another habit he'd picked up from England, and put it on the table. England fading was devastating, he thought that if he was good like England had raised him, he might come back. But it didn't work, although most of what he was trying to do turned into habits.

"Amewica" England said, holding a cup of tea filled to the brim and was wobbling all over the place.

"Careful with that! And how did you make it?" America asked, taking the cup from the child and placing it on the side.

"I used the stool in the kitchen, quite simple." England giggled. He sat down and laughed, picking the tea back up and started to blow bubbles in it, causing it to splatter onto the floor.

"England, stop that. you're making a mess" America sighed, getting somthing to wipe it up off the carpet with. America stood up and wandered over to the window looking out into the back garden. It looked mystical, surreal. "Say, England, Would y ou mind If I look in the basement again?" America asked.

"I want to come, Bwother!" England grinned, setting his tea on the mat and making it look like a waterfall flowing over the edges of the cup.

"Actually, just stay here, England" America said, opening the door to the garden and closing it, locking it shut. America headed down to the basement and looked at the book he had put down.

"Spell 301" he said, picking up the black magic book. America dusted the book off and opened the first page, where it said the contents. He flicked through until he found the right page, spell 301. "Found it!" he whispered to himself. He read the instructions in his head.

'Spell 301. This spell is extremely dangerous. It can ressurect any person, anything anywhere. All you need to do is love that person very dearly. America. I wrote this spell specifically for you, If you are reading this then I have most likely faded away.. OR you are looking through my property! I have cast a spell, which means If I come back within a span of five years, I will slowly seep into the new me and the New me will Remember everything about me. Then the new me will eventually fade away and I should be able to manage to break through and become me Again. But there is one question, If you want to do this spell properly. Answer this. Do you love me? If you don't. then, I'm sorry I even tried. But if you do, I want you to beleive with your heart you can bring me back. Please, America. Love me like I love you'

The writing stopped, America stared at the paper. "Love..him?" America asked. The question was so clear, it was the question America had in fact been longing for England to ask him. Yes, America loved England. He closed the book and held it to his chest, embracing it. Tears fell from his sapphire eyes and hit the book. making splashes of water on it.

"America,Thank you" A voice said. Miniture England was walking down and through the door.

"I.. I love England" America said, chocking on the last word. His eyes suddenly were filled with despair, and love for his former brother. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing out two more tears. A familiar presence entered the room.

"America" is said. He turned around.

"England..?" America asked.

"America. The power of love is the strongest kind of Magic there is, the second kind of magic is Beleif, and the third is Passion. Combining those three can perform Miracles, and that's what you did" England smiled, His Emerald eyes twinkled like stars in the dim lighting. Minature England was no longer standing there, but a tall young blonde man with scruffy blonde hair and thick eyebrows. England gave a devistating smile and walked over to America, hugging him. America felt the familiar feel wash over him, he couldn't help but let tears wash away the pain he had been feeling. These tears were the best kind of tears. Tears of joy.

"England. Will you have to go through all that pain again? The riots around the world are getting worse and.. I don't know what to do. I'm not even a hero anymore and-" America flung his arms around England, hugging the smaller nation. England smiled and patted America's head.

"Don't worry, America. You are MY hero. Never forget that" England said. Green eyes met blue.

"England. Can I stay over at your house tonight? I-I'm afraid.. I might loose you again" America said slowly.

"It's okay, You can stay in my house for tonight" England smiled, lightly kissing America on the forehead. England straightened up and offered a hand to America. He took the hand and stood up. America was quite a bit taller than England, but it didn't matter.

"Thankyou, England" America said, as the two made their way out of the basement. The bright day had turned into a cool evening already. "Um.. England, I don't understand this- Why is it that when I first came in here, the bedroom had the tea stain and blood stained sheets on that were here when you um... But, why id it that when you came into the room it changed into a different room?" America asked.

"I'll tell you sooner or later." England smiled as the two walked upstairs. "Unfortunatly I only have one bedroom.." England sighed, walking into his bedroom.

"Oh.. Then i'll go back to my-" America started, but was cup off.

"You're welcome to sleep in my bed if yo like.." England muttered. A furious blush flooded onto America's face.

"O-Okay" America said, smiling. England sat on his bed and began to unbutton his shirt. "W-what are you doing?" America asked.

"Isn't it obvious? this is my bed. I'm taking off my clothes, thats all" England said.