Chapter 3

Word Count: 4,656

Pairing: France X England (Friendship/Onesided); Prussia X England

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters no matter how many time I wish on the Evening star but I can lay claim to the interesting and most likely (slightly) confusing Plot line.

Warnings: Swearing? and extremely cute and fluffy brotherly relationship between France and England. Sad moments when England relives some of his memories from his childhood.

Enjoy!

Third-Person POV

France woke up the next morning to the sun streaming in through the curtains feeling refreshed and well rested; however, he buried his face back under the covers trying to stop his eyes from watering at this sudden burst of light. After a few moments, the pain subsided and he peered back out now relishing in the golden colour that was painting a soft glow on everything in the room.

Slowly slipping out of bed he padded out of the room quietly and walked into the guest room which housed all of his spare clothes. Pulling out a deep blue silk shirt; tight fitting burgundy trousers and a black blazer to complete the look, France proceeded to get dressed for the day. After dressing in the clothes he brushed the tangles from his shoulder-length blond hair and tied it back from his face in his usual red ribbon.

Leaving the room he walked back towards England's bedroom but this time walked around to the other side of the bed, where a small bundle was still sleeping softly, chuckling France reached over and brushed strands of blonde hair from the small child's face, he looked so peaceful. France lent forward and placed a light kiss to the sleeping child's forehead before shaking his shoulder gently "Angleterre, it is time to wake up Mon Cher." The child, England shifted slightly burying himself deeper in the covers before peeling his eyes open extremely slowly, his emerald eyes immediately focused on the French nation before sitting up as best as he could under the weight of the duvet.

He brought a small hand up to rub at the sleep still in his eyes as a yawn broke out, before turning to look out of the window; smiling as he turned to face the older country before giggling. "It is sunny Fwance. There is no wain." France laughed along with the child and followed his gaze as it returned to the bright blue sky; "It sure is Mon Cher, it is good as well seen as we are going shopping today. So we need to get you fed and dressed Mon petite." England kept his gaze on the birds flying high in the sky before looking over at the French nation, his gaze lingered on what seemed to be France's eyes before looking back out of the window. A look of contemplation crossing his face as he passed between the two a few more times.

France curious about the small child's behaviour, picked him up from the bed and held him close to his chest "What are you thinking about Arthur?" Arthur looked up at France and pointed to his eyes being careful as to not put his fingers too close ending up hurting the older nation and then smiled softly "Your eyes are the same colour as the sky; you have happy eyes, they are bright like the sky." France chuckles again bringing the child into a tight huge before bringing his own hand up and cupping one of the child's cheeks "Oui Arthur and your eyes are as green as Emeralds; they sparkle like those very precious gems. Which means that you are also very precious to me, Mon petite lapin."

England giggled louder as France spun him around in a circle before turning around and leaving the room, he carried England down into the kitchen before sitting him down onto one of the chairs. "How would you like some pancakes for breakfast this morning?" France had knelt down in front of the child as he sat him down in order to look into the child's eyes; he received a clap from the younger nation at his question "Yay pancakes, pancakes." France ruffled the now seemingly excited child's hair before standing back up and turning to get the ingredients that he required.

It only took a few minutes to have the pancakes cooking as France used to make them every morning when he looked after Canada when he was just a small colony, the small shy nation had what neared to an obsession with the Breakfast treat, drowning them in maple syrup. The older nation entertained England through the process by flipping the pancakes high into the air before catching them again in the pan. He also tried catching them on a plate but that particular pancake had ended up on the nations head instead; both himself and England were laughing by the time a plate stacked high of flat breads was placed in the middle of the table.

England was extremely hungry by this point and once a clean plate was placed in front of him he tried to reach over for one of the warm treats but found that he couldn't reach, he contemplated climbing on the table but a memory flashed through his mind. A dark memory from his proper childhood; one where he did just that and ended up bruised and bloody after his older brothers had beaten him, starved for the remainder of the day.

Though he knew France wasn't like his brothers at all he still didn't want to risk it so swallowing his adult pride that was nagging in the back of his mind he looked over to the French nation. "Fwance." His voice was quiet but still loud enough for the man in question to look up from his plate and focus on the small child "Can you please pass me a pancake, I can't weach." France smiled and jumped up from his seat, he slid two warm pancakes on to the empty plate "Of course, mon petite I am sorry I should have realised. Haha Oh dear I seemed to have forgotten how little you were. Je suis desole Angleterre."

He kissed the child's forehead and walked back to his own seat before starting to eat once again; England pouted at the kiss and muttered "I am not that little." before leaning forward and reaching for his breakfast; after a bit of trouble he finished his plate and giggled at the sweet taste that had filled his mouth. "Yummy." France smiled down at the little nation before picking up the now empty plates and washing them up in the sink.

England wanting to get down from the table slid down from the books he had been sitting on and tried to reach the floor, however once again he found he was not tall enough to reach. He was stuck hanging on to the chair, his feet kicking and swaying under him, before he felt himself being lift up into the air; turning his head around he spotted France chuckling down at him. "Ah Angleterre what on earth were you doing?" Another pout shaped the child's lips as he crossed his arms as best as he could in front of his small body "Don't laugh at me, Bloody Frog. I was twying to get down on my own."

France placed the child on his shoulders before slowly walking up the stairs, he held on to England's legs to stop him from falling or slipping as they made their way towards England's bedroom. "Oh Arthur if you had only waited a minute I would have helped you. But anyway now we need to get you dressed and cleaned up before we head out Oui?" Arthur nodded his head and sat on the edge of the bed watching France rooting through his wardrobe looking for... something; most likely something decent for the child to wear seen as he still didn't have any clothes to fit his now child size body.

After a few minutes and much deliberation on the French nations part a short sleeved plain white t-shirt was chosen; France slipped the dress shirt of the child and carefully slipped on the clean clothes before walking with him into the bathroom. England scrunched his face up as France grabbed a towel and tried to wipe off all of the reminates of their breakfast, "Angleterre you are going to have to stay still if you want me to clean you up." England however, didn't take any notice and still tried to wriggle away from the flannel, France was becoming more and more impatient with the child. "England! Sit still for one minute." The raised voice instantly ceased the child's struggles as he looked over at the older nation eyes full of fear; more memories were swimming around in his mind, memories of his brother shouting at him, hitting him and worse.

A small tear slide down his cheek; England now clean of any food gripped hold of Frances shirt sleeve head downcast, gazing at the tiles of the floor. "Fwance, I am Sowwy." France placed the flannel into the sink and turned around to see England with his head down and found a tight grip on his sleeve; kneeling down France sighed as he saw the tears tracking down his small cheeks. Bringing up a hand he saw the small child flinch as if he thought France was going to hit him, carefully placing his hand on the child's head France stroked his hair softly causing the child to look up at him. "It is okay mon petite. I am not angry."

A thought struck the French nation upon looking at the terrified child a sad sort of thought as he too remember the abuse Arthur had to battle through in his real childhood and suddenly he understood. "I am nothing like your brothers Arthur, I would never 'urt you. I love you mon petite lapin." He held England in his arms wiping the tears from his face, rocking him back and forth until he had settled down and relaxed in the French man's arms. Standing up from his place on the floor France carried the child out of the bathroom and headed for the stairs "Shall we get going now, we have a lot of shopping to do."

France placed Arthur into the front seat of the car and clicked the seat belt over the child, I guess we will need to invest in a car seat as well. Ensuring that England was indeed secure, France made his way around to the driver's seat clicking his own seatbelt on and turning the keys in the ignition before slowly backing out of the drive and heading for the closest shopping centre to the English man's house.

-Time Skip-

The drive had taken 45 minutes, so it was around 11:55 by the time they had arrived and Arthur being a child had fallen asleep within the first ten minutes. France found a parking space close to the entrance and shut of the car; he woke up the sleeping child and held his hand as he refused to be carried this time opting to walk on his own.

They made their way across the car park and walked into the centre; France paused for a few moments before a store caught his eye "How about we go and pick out your clothes first hey Arthur and then I will take you into a toy store." Arthur nodded to the French nation and they continued to walk over to a small shop which sold rows and rows of cute outfits for boys. Arthur's eyes widened in awe as he spotted the array of brightly coloured shops; shops selling all different things from toys to clothes and Jewellery to technology. He kept a tight grip on the French nation's hand as he weaved his way through the crowded space towards a very extravagant looking clothing store.

France was pleased with the 'power' he now welded; seen as he was the one looking after the child he was able to dress him how he wanted. Scanning a few of the hangers he walked over to a section which housed light blue jeans, shirts and waist coats. "Oh Arthur you are going to look so cute in these." Letting go of England's hand France proceeded to fawn over the choices he had. However, we have to admit that it was a little bit irresponsible because something a few feet away had drawn and caught the young child's attention. Granted England had tried to gain the older nations attention but he had been too focused on the different outfits he had picked up; so deciding to take a quick look England walked off.

The object of the child's interest had been a green cloak much like the one he had worn as a child the first time. He doesn't know why but he really wanted one. "England, look at all of the cute clothes that I have picked for you." France looked down to where he had last seen the child, to find an empty space; to tell the truth France panicked big time, calling out the small child's name he started to think that he had been taken until "Arthur? Where are you mon petite?"

A small head popped from around the corner, a shy look on his face as he slowly made his way over to the older nation. France released a breath and collapsed to his knees arms still full of clothes before he deposited then in a basket by his knees. "Arthur, please never wonder off on you own. I was really worried about you, I thought someone had taken you." Arthur looked down at the floor hands fiddling with the fabric of the shirt he wore before his eyes cast back to what he had been looking at. "Arthur what were you doing over there anyway."

France was surprised by the sudden change in facial expressions of the child; his face had lit up, a smile now shaping his features and a twinkle was shining in his eyes. The small island nation grabbed hold of the French nations shirt sleeve and draged him over to the item he had been looking at; France quickly got up from the floor and followed the child before coming to an abrupt halt in front of a section of costumes. A quiet chuckle escaped France as he spotted a small green cloak; one to which he found highly familiar.

He searched through the different sizes quickly before picking one up that was around the right size holding it out to the child "Here you go Arthur, do you want me to buy it for you?" England nodded his head vigorously before hugging the cloth to his chest and happily following the French nation over to the counter. Reaching down to take the cloak of the child England shook his head "Can I put it up Fwance." Another chuckle and England found himself seated on the checkout; he slowly handed over the cloth before turning to the older nation "Thank you Fwance."

An old women was standing behind the counter scanning the items before stopping and staring at the child who had handed her the green cloak. "I am sorry but did he just call you France?" The women looked between England and France before focusing on the older of the two "Oui, 'e did. My name is Francis but 'e is too little to pronounce it clearly so 'e tends to call me France." The women laughed a bit and continued to scan the items in turn, taking them off the coat hangers "Oh how cute. Is he your younger brother? He certainly looks a lot like you."

France ruffles the child's hair to which he receives a small scowl; however before he has a chance to respond the child in question notices the cloak being scanned and reaches out his hand, tugging on his shirt sleeve. "Fwance can I weaw my cloak now? Pwease." France looks back at the green fabric before nodding his head "Oui, of course you can Arthur." The women about to fold the fabric up and place it in the bag quickly handed it over to the small child who giggled and looked up to, who appeared to be his big brother, his green eyes shining in excitement. France took the cloak and tied it securely around his little brother's neck before turning back to the women "Oui 'e is my little brother."

The women finished scanning the items proceeded to fold each item up placing them in several different bags. "Oh wow he certainly seems fond of you. But I must ask, are you French because you have such a strong accent?" Arthur giggles at this and nods his head slightly before pulling the hood up over his head and bouncing from his spot on the counter "Fwog." France laughs and kisses the child's forehead; turning back to the women who had a, now was it surprised, expression. "Oui I am French but Arthur 'ere was born in England. Which is one of the reasons he calls me a frog."

The woman smiles fondly at the child and doesn't press the matter; she rings up the total on the cash register as France hands over his card paying for the clothes before helping his 'little brother' down off the counter and taking the three bags in one hand, as he holds on tightly to the small child with the other. "Arthur I think we should put these bags in the car and then I will take you to pick out some toys okay?" Arthur nodded slightly as he pulled the older nation towards the exit heading straight for the car; I guess he was excited to see the different toys.

-Short Time skip-

France ran after Arthur as he chased him into the toy store; the child stopped in the door way waiting for his guardian to catch up, as he did though his gaze drifted around the interior of the shop eyes widening at the different types of toys.

France finally caught up with the little nation and was surprised to find him waiting patiently near the door; as soon as he had made it next to England, said nation took hold of the older ones hands and waited for him to lead him around the shop. France only then noticed that Arthur was a well-behaved child who hardly ever complain; what reason did Arthur's brothers have for bullying him so? Shaking the thoughts away France smiled down at the child before starting to lead him around the store "Okay Arthur, you can choose whichever toy you want."

Arthur's eyes lit up as they walked up and down the aisles picking a range of different toys to keep the younger occupied; ranging from colouring books to plastic pirate ships, from building blocks to... France felt a short tug of his arm and turned around to find Arthur had stopped to stare at a group of teddies all sat neatly on the shelves above the child's head.

France looked over and found an array of mythical creatures; chuckling to himself he took the one shaped like a unicorn and handed it to the child. Arthur looked over at the French nation unsure of what to do "Here you are Arthur. You wanted it didn't you?" Arthur nodded his head slowly and gingerly reached out to take the toy, slowly pulling it into his arms eyes never leaving the French man's face until it was securely in his arms where he allowed himself to relax and smile. France smiled at the strange but justified antics of his charge; I mean his brothers probably played tricks on the child holding something the child wanted in his face only to take it from him at the last second. "Did you want the others too Arthur?"

The child in question looked from France up to the different mythical creature sitting on the shelf; glancing back over to the French nation he tightened his arms on the unicorn and nodded slightly burying his head in the mane of the unicorn toy. France chuckled and added the pixey, bunny, bear, dragon and Nessie? Into a basket he was now happy he had picked up. Arthur held tight to the unicorn teddy but switched so that it was just held in one hand; he reached over and gripped hold of France's hand with his other.

France walked over to the checkout finally paying for the pile of toys now chosen for the child; however when it was time to pay for the unicorn Arthur was reluctant to let it go for fear of it not being returned. France had ended up kneeling down in front of the younger nation trying to coax the toy out of his grip. "Come on Arthur I promise that I will give it back to you as soon as this nice man has scanned it for you." However, Arthur only shook his head and buried his head into the mane that trailed down the unicorns neck; France looked over at the man standing behind the till who simply smiled down at England "I see you brother is a fan of mythical creature; well I will ask you a question. Was he well behaved today?"

France surprised at the question, lifted the child up into his arms and turned to face the cashier; "Of course he was, he never misbehaves for me." He patted the child's head fondly before noticing the widening smile of the man; "Well seen as that is the case..." The man walked around the side of the counter and stood directly in front of Arthur who still held his unicorn in a death grip, he looked up at the man and shrunk back thinking he was going to tell him off. "Hey there son, your brother was telling me how you have been very well behaved today. So as a treat how about you keep hold of that teddy. I will let you have it for free." The man looked back up to France as he said that last part and walked back around the counter tallying up the total cost of the rest of the toys.

France once again held out his card to pay and picked up the shopping bags in his free hand; one was still holding Arthur. As he was about to walk away from the cashier England shouted "Wait." France looked down at the small child in his arms who was wriggling; France placed him on the floor as he watch England run around to where the man stood. England hugged the cashier's legs with one hand and giggled when he was picked up and given a hug in return; France smiled warmly at the display which only got wider when Arthur looked down shyly "T...Thank you Sir." The man smiled and ruffled England's hair before setting him carefully back on the floor "You are very welcome there son."

He watched as England ran back around to his brother to whom he locked eyes with "You were right. He is a very polite and well behaved boy. No wonder you are so proud of him. Have a nice day now." Both England and France waved goodbye before walking out of the shop and heading back to the car to drop off the shopping bags; England placed his unicorn on his seat in the front of the car. Holding his arms up to France as he stood on his tip toes asking to be picked up; France though surprised at first that Arthur was asking to be picked up complied and held the child close as they once again walked into the shopping centre.

-Time Skip-

The rest of the day past by in a haze as France carried Arthur around the rest of the shops; first he stopped by a family friendly restaurant and they ate before carrying on with their shopping. France had brought a few more clothes for himself along with a booster seat for Arthur to use at meal times; a car seat and a few bath toys; ones that looked strangely like the pet of a certain white-haired friend of his. By the time France had placed Arthur in his new car seat he was already asleep; exhausted from the busy day, well he hasn't been put done for a nap yet so I guess it is fine. France then proceeded to place the last few bags into the boot before starting the 45 minute drive back home.

It was 6:35 by the time France had reached the house and placed a still sleeping England on the sofa wrapped in a blanket with his new unicorn teddy placed next to him. France decided to put away the new clothes in Arthur's room, he filled the whole chest of draws with the new outfits he had brought for the child along with new pyjamas and obviously underwear.

He then made his way into the guest room and hung up his new clothes next to his others in the wardrobe; as he hung up the last of the clothes he heard a small voice call out and knew that England had woken up. Closing the wardrobe door he made his way down the stairs to find England sitting up on the sofa rubbing his eyes slowly; when he spotted France standing in the doorway he smiled softly before lying back down.

France made his way over to the sofa and sat down next to the island nation who, in response, crawled along the sofa only stopping when he was seated in the elder's lap where he then cuddled up and fell asleep once again. As the younger nation slept, France stroked a hand through his blonde hair before slowly reaching over and picking up the landline phone and dealing a number. He waited patiently for the other to pick up the phone, which he did after three rings. Their conversation going like this:

'Hello?'

'Ah! America, I have a small favour to ask of you.'

'Yo dude, France what do you need man? I was just about to start this new video game.'

'Well I would like for you to come over to England's 'ouse; something 'as 'appened.'

'Ummm sure dude. What is up? You seem stressed... Oh shit he hasn't hurt himself again has he? God if he has it would be all my fault.'

'Amerique, calm down. 'e is not 'urt. I just need you to come round... Oh and bring Canada with you.'

France hung up before America had a chance to ask anymore question, he looked down at the sleeping child and smiled before carrying him carefully up the stairs trying not to wake him up.

After lying England on the bed France pulled out a pair of pyjamas from the draws and smirked when he noticed that they were decorated with little red London buses and the Union Flag. Dressing England up in his pyjamas and placing him under the covers for the night France then got into his own pyjamas before turning off the light and walking down the stairs.

He walked over to the bookshelf searching for the book he had found near to England when he had first found him; upon finding it France pulled it out and sat down in an armchair. Flicking through the pages France landed on the one explaining all about the de-aging spell that England seemed to have been using. He read the page and then reread and reread it his eyes focusing on one part:

The de-aging spell is an advanced spell and should not be used by beginner wizards; however if this spell is used then be at ease for it will wear off after one month. As the spell progresses, the recipient will find that they will act more and more like a child then the first few days. They will seek comfort from those closest to them. When they turn back at then end of the month they will return back to normal, though they will find that some habits are harder to break than others...

A/N

Another chapter edited and re-written, I hope you are enjoying reading this story as much as I am writing it. I have to say that I appreciate all of the reviews I have received and I hope that you will continue to show your support or even questions about the story so far. I love this chapter so much, mainly because of the strong brotherly relationship portrayed between France and England; this is what runs through my head when I think about ChibiEngland and TeenFrance, he always assumes the role of replacement brother as England's real brothers were cruel to him.

I know about the added subtle hints towards Prussia in some of the chapters and that is because I am taking into account a review written to me by a guest who pointed out the sudden introduction of Prussia in a later chapter which made the story change course quite abruptly so I am trying to amend that by hinting at the relationship between Prussia and England.

Though there are not that many PrUKshippers out there I think this pairing still needs more love because I did research some things;

Queen Ann's War - Military alliance between 12 nations including Prussia and Kingdom of England in response to the War of Spanish Succession (1701-1714)

Anglo-Prussian alliance 1756 - Military alliance during the Seven Years War (1756-1762); despite its end, strong ties between the two nations remained.

Anglo-Prussian alliance 1788 - Military alliance in response to the Austro-Russian alliance. Turned into the Triple alliance when the Netherlands joined.

The Quadruple Alliance 1814/15 - Military alliance between United Kingdom, Austria, Prussia and Russia at the end of the Napoleonic wars (1803-1815