Chapter 5

Word Count: 4,518

Pairing: Prussia X England (PrUK)

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor any of its characters

Warnings: Swearing, courtesy of one English nation.

Third person POV

It had been a pretty hectic morning in the home of England that morning; there was another world meeting being held later that day and everyone seemed to be rushing around gathering papers and work related sheets. France was making breakfast for everyone, with the help of Canada; America was up the stairs in England and France's bedroom dressing England in a pair of loose jeans, a red and blue checked shirt completed with his green cloak, at the younger's insistence. America then proceeded to get dressed in his usual brown military uniform and bomber jacket.

After they had both finished getting ready, England sat on the edge of his shared bed holding his arms up towards the American nation who smiled warmly down at the smaller nation and proceeded to pick him up. America carried England down the stair and started making his way through the house listening to England chatter on about the other nations, before seating him at the table opposite Canada who was cradling a cup of tea in his hands.

America had learnt quite a lot about England when he was a child, from his alliances and wars with France, to his relationships with other countries. England was particularly talkative about his relationships with China before the Opium Wars, his close alliance with Japan and the interesting story behind that one where Japan actually went against his governments plan to become friends with Russia and formed one instead with the Island nation. However, he has to admit that his alliance with the Prussian nation had shocked America the most, especially with how animated England had sounded when describing their 'punk' and 'pirate' days.

After a few minutes of sitting at the table, they had all eaten their fill of pancakes, America shovelling the leftovers into his mouth before anyone could process what was happening. France then packed a small backpack full of snacks and toys in hopes of keeping the small island nation entertained while the meeting took place, though if it got so bad that he was disrupting the meeting France could always ask another to look after him for a while.

All of the older nations had wondered about what they should do about this little 'magic mishap' they were facing seen as England was supposed to be the host nation but none of them could see that happening in his current state. France, America and Canada, had spent several hours discussing the best cause of action the previous night after England was put to bed, and came to the conclusion to take England with them and just hoped he would not get into any trouble with so many bigger countries around.

Truthfully, France had wanted to ask one of England's brothers to go to the meeting in his place as he stayed home with England but soon thought about all the trouble it would cause if both of them were to miss the meeting. So without anyone to look after the small child he had consented to letting England come with them, much to the Island nations delight.

Once France was sure that they had everything; he ushered the three younger nations out of the door and smiled to himself as he noticed England walk past him, his unicorn teddy securely wrapped in his arms. England was strapped into his car seat in the front of the car with America and Canada sliding into the back seat as France made his way around to the drivers side and starting the car down the drive.

-Time Skip-

France walks into the building holding England's hand as he had insisted on walking himself; they were running slightly late so knew that by the time they arrived outside the room where the meeting was to be held all of the other nations would surely be seated waiting (mostly) patiently for the arrival of the missing countries.

Standing outside the door for a few moments, Canada picked up the small child; just in case he became scared by all of the others in the room; who responded by hiding his face in the others shirt, suddenly turning shy and anticipating the ruckus that will occur when he enters the room. America stood silently behind them and had a hold on England's unicorn as England had released it in favour for the Canadians shirt front.

After waiting for England to stop fidgeting France slowly turned the door handle and calmly entered the room closely followed by the North American brothers. The quiet chatter that had filled the room quickly died down and was replaced by complete and utter silence as all eyes turned to face the new arrivals. "France! Vere zhe hell is England? Vhy are jou all late!?" Germany's voice cut through the room like a knife through butter carrying over the short distance making England whimper which caused his grip on Canada to tighten.

The small sound in the quiet room made all nations turn their attention to the small bundle in the Canadian's arms, making both Canada, who was not used to having anyone's attention on him so intently, and England, who as a small child hated being in the spotlight, increasingly nervous; their eyes widening slightly before Germany's voice rung out once more. "Vhy did jou bring a child vizh jou!?" England winced again but this time starts to cry softly, the sound only just audible from his hiding place; Canada was typically at a loss at what he should do seen as he has never looked after a child before.

However, he tried his best to clam the crying nation by rubbing soothing circles on the small of his back, America stood even closer behind his brother "Germany dude, you are scaring him." America sends a glare towards the other nation as another small noise is heard from England "Fwance..." Said nation quickly places the bag he was carrying down on the floor and takes hold of the crying nation holding him tightly against his chest whispering calming words into his ear. "It is okay Mon lapin, Germany didn't mean to scare you." France sends an icy glare towards the German nation who surprisingly enough takes on an expression of apology and shame.

At this particular moment in time France was hoping that no one had gotten a glimpse of England's face as he took him of Canada seen as it would most definitely give him away. Unfortunately that thought was shattered as China exclaimed "Aiyah! Is that England?"

At that England stops crying immediately as he pulls himself away from France and glances over towards the nation who had just called him. Wiggling slightly signalling France that he wanted to be put down; as soon as his feet touch the floor he runs over to the 4000 years old nation who smiles, reaching down, smiling wider he picks the child up and sits him on his lap. "China!" England throws his short arms around the older nations neck giggling as he felt arms wrap around him in return.

The room is suddenly filled with confused murmurs as each one watches the usually argumentative (and adult) island nation look so cute and giggling. "Etto... France – San? Why is England – San little?" Upon hearing his name England turns his attention over to Japan giving him a short friendly wave, before turning back to China and sticking his tongue out, which China responds by repeating the action.

"Well Japan... It appears that I will 'ave to explain our current situation once again, I do 'ope you don't mind... zhis may take a while." France takes a deep breath, picking up the backpack he placed on the floor and taking it over to his usual seat being careful as to not jostle any of England's toys and snacks before walking up to the podium and beginning his story.

"Well you all remember zhe meeting a few days ago where America and England had zhat nasty argument and I was called on to see if our little tsundere was alright after 'e ran from zhe room Oui?" A few nods were displayed around the room. As France tried to remember and recount the event his accent started to become stronger, himself becoming upset over the strange occurrences.

"Well, It would appear zhat after zhis argument England was extremely upset with 'imself as 'e seemed to zhink zhat 'e 'ad done a terrible job of bringing America up correctly; 'e thought zhat 'e 'ad failed and zhat is why 'e refuses to treat anyone with zhat much devotion again. 'e cannot bring 'imself to do it again, for fear zhat zhey would leave 'im zhe same way or zhat 'e would fail zhem and disappoint others."

"Anyway 'e was also angry at Amerique for what 'e 'ad said about 'is empire; which we all know 'ow 'e reacts to any of zhis. I went to my 'ouse and spent a few 'ours pondering whether I should phone 'im or whezher I should just appear at 'is 'ouse; well I decided to phone 'is 'ouse but received no reply. Worried zhat 'e 'ad been seriously injured I made my way as quickly as possible over to 'is 'ouse only to received no answer at zhe door. Using 'is spare 'ouse key I entered and looked everywhere, 'e was no where to be seen. So naturally I worried even more. Finally I found 'im in 'is current state in zhe basement; it seemed zhat 'e was trying to cast a spell which would turn America back into 'is younger self. It 'ad backfired and 'e 'as been like zhis ever since."

After France had finished his explanation he turned away and took his seat, England who had been playing with China the entire time climbed down and made his way slowly over to the French nation, as he got closer France turned to smile at him; England smiles back and extends his arms up over his head "Fwance... Up... Pwease." England is hoisted up on sits on France's lap before a pad of plain paper and colouring crayons are placed on the table in front of him.

He giggles again and turns around, hugging the French nation tightly around his neck before he sits back down and starts to draw. Several nations coo at the actions of the small child; causing the English nation to glare and pout mumbling a "I am not Bloody cute, Wankers." Seen as none of them were around at the time when England was really a child this event was truly a rarity.

Germany smiles down at the small island nation, hearing many stories from his older brother about the actions of England when he was a child, before making his way over to the front of the meeting hall and calling for the meeting to start. England continues to draw as the meeting progresses around him; after around 45 minutes England hops down from Frances lap and runs around the back of all of the nations until he makes his way next to China.

The older nation looks down at England, "What is it, Opium?" Said nation looks down at the paper in his hand, his face turning grave as he was seemingly debating on whether he actually wanted to show the Asian nation or not, before lifting it up and offering it to China; who chuckles at the well drawn picture of himself in the middle of a dark background, a big green dragon emerging from the background behind him. After studying the picture further he notices other people standing near to him; he recognises them instantly as Adult England standing off to the right hand side and Hong Kong who is standing in between the two holding each of their hands as he smiles forward, a facial expression rarely seen nowadays.

China looks to the top of the page and sees 'Kirkland-Wang Family' scrawled in quite messy handwriting with a short quote underneath 'Though we may be far apart; we are always close at heart'. China smiles fondly at the picture, his eyes filling with tears as he nods his head at the Island nation standing next to his chair. He ruffles England's hair before lifting him up into his lap giving him a big hug and whispering in his ear "No matter what has happened in the past England you will always have a place in my heart, and you will always be Hong's dad." England smiles at the Chinese nation before hugging him back just as tightly.

After a few minutes, England pulls away and wiggles free, flashing a bright smile towards the oldest nation and making his way back over towards France; Some nations watch the child out of curiosity as they see China wiping a few stray tears from his eyes, smiling once more at the picture before tucking it into his folder, for safe keeping.

As he nears the French nation, he tugs on his sleeve lightly gaining his attention. "Oui, what is it England?" Said nation pointed up onto the table where another piece of paper sat, France glancing over, picked up the drawing and handed it over to the Island nation smiling slightly. "Are you drawing everyone pictures England? I thought I was special." He sent a wink to the English man making him giggle.

Germany looked over towards France and smiled, "Are you okay, England? Did you need something?" Germany made sure to keep his voice soft and gentle as he spoke to the English nation who looked over towards him and matched the others smile with one of his own. Cocking his head to the side, he seemed to be having a mental conversation with himself before looking back over to the German nation.

Placing the image back on top of the table, close to the edge so he could grab it once he came back, England slowly makes his way across the room until he is standing directly next to the usually stern nation; who has a look of confusion shaping his features. England giggles slightly and lifts his arms up above his head. wiggling his fingers; the rest of the nations looking on in amusement as the Blond haired nation lifts up the child cradling him in his arms, the island nation wraps his arms around the others neck giving him a hug.

"Where is Pwussia? Why isn't he hewe?" Germany looks down at the child in his arms; a thoughtful look spreading across his features as he thought back to this morning, "He said he vas going to turn up later. He vill probably be here soon." England cheered happily as he looked at the German nation; a mischievous glint shone in his eyes as he glanced up at the German's neatly combed hair. Tentatively bringing a hand up he placed it gently on Germany's head before ruffling it up, affectively messing up the German's tidy appearance. "Now you look less scary." England smiled fondly at the lightly blushing nation who return his smile and set the Island nation on the floor before ruffling his hair in return. "Ja, now you won't be as scared of me."

England turned away from Germany after giving him a sharp nod of his head with a mock serious expression on his face, and made his way back over towards his picture as Germany commenced with the meeting, all nations turning their attention back to the now dishevelled host as England continued on his way around the table looking for someone in particular...

Finding who he was after; England picks up his speed and runs towards a small Asian man listening attentively to the speaker at the front of the room who England finds is now Italy. He slowly makes his way towards the Japanese nation and pokes him in the thigh affectively gaining the others attention. "Ah England-san are you alright? What can I help you with?" England grips the picture in one hand before lifting his arms up above his head once more, he watches Japan smile down at him as he pushes his chair out and lifts the child up to sit on the edge of the table effectively making them eye level with each other.

The small Island nation looks down at the picture in his hand and slowly offers it to Japan who takes it gently, resting it on the table on top of his notes Japan looks at the picture in awe; the vibrant colours standing out against the white background. He spots a border surrounding the image made out of Chrysanthemums, Cherry Blossoms (Sakura) and what he recognises as Tudor Roses. The middle of the picture shows himself dressed in his black military uniform complete with his signature Purple cape standing next to England dressed in his red pirate coat and black trousers. (The outfits they are wearing in the MMD 'Happy Synthesizer').

At the top of the page; just beneath the border, is a title written in bold lettering, reading 'Anglo-Japanese Friendship Treaty 1854' Japan looks up, glancing at the Young nation who is fiddling with his shirt and looking down at the paper; smiling slightly Japan looks back down at the picture to see a small quote written under the title, the thought behind the words making tears come to the usually stoic nations eyes, startling everyone who happened to look over. The quote reading 'True friends stay with you no matter the distance or time that separates you from them.'

England, having looked up at the sound of a sharp intake of breath, hesitantly rises one of his hands and, using the pad of his thumb, gently brushes away the tears that had managed to escape from the Japanese Islands eyes; Japan looks up in surprise and bringing the young British nation into a tight hug, pulling him as close to his chest as he possibly could without hurting the child.

England smiles contently and snuggles into the embrace, his hands clutching at the taller nations clothes as his eyes close, slowly drifting off to sleep. Japan noticing the devitalising grip glanced down at the child before smiling softly. He brushes the hair from England's face before turning his gaze towards the picture again, studying the sharp edges; the contrasting colours and how well everything seems to fit together.

-Time skip-

England wakes up and shifts slightly, he looks up and rubs his eyes noticing that his unicorn was now in his arms and he was still sitting in Japan's lap. He looked over to the front of the conference room just in time to hear America ramble on about another one of his hair-brained schemes; once again about how he could genetically modify someone to make a superhero called globo-man... England snorted to himself before opening his mouth; signalling to the others that he was now once again awake "Shut up bloody git!" China laughed from across the room and Japan smiles , both Asian nations clearly amused by the typical England expression; turning back to the American, Japan lets loose a chuckles as he sees America pouting slightly at England's wording Whining out a short "Iggy!"

This however, started responses from all other countries in the room.

Japan: "Hai, I agree with America-san

Switzerland: "Japan, come up with your own opinions for once, otherwise I will beat you with my peace prize!"

France: "Your ideas never work mon ami."

Russia: "Why don't you all just become one with me da?"

Italy: "Veee~ why don't we all eat some pasta!"

Germany: "Italy you cannot solve all of the worlds problems with pasta."

Arguments broke out around the room gradually increasing in volume which caused England to grip his unicorn tighter in his arms. His small body became rigid as his mind was once again subjected to memories flooding in to his head. Ones of how his brothers used to shout at him (or each other) constantly... He scrambled down from Japan's lap, who sent a concerned looked as he watched England curl up in a tight ball under the table, squeezing the life out of his unicorn teddy.

By this point, every single country in the room was caught up in one argument or another all of their attention focused on each other that no one notices the absence of the smaller nation currently shaking and crying under the table; the memories becoming more vivid and realistic as time wore on.

However, after a few terrifying minutes or so it seemed to the British nation, someone much bigger then him crawls under the table and sits as best as he could next to him; the new comer doesn't speak for a while just trying to comfort the other with his presence but he soon realises that this is not working.

"What is wrong da?" England instantly stiffens at the additional voice next to him but slowly raises his head keeping his eyes downcast as he sniffles and wipes his tear-stained face with the sleeve of his shirt. "I don't like it when people fight. My brothers were always bullying me and shouting at me. I'm scared. Why can't they all get along?" England shaking increases as more memories flood into his mind; ones of his brothers throwing him into the lake even though he cannot swim; shooting his pet rabbit in front of him and beating him up for the slightest mistakes.

His crying increases as Russia smiles gently "Because we are still human da; we tend to focus on the abuses to which we have been subjected rather than the endearments. But do not worry little England. You have many friends looking out for you da?" England smiles softly, his grip loosening on his unicorn.

He tilts his head to the side as he finally steals a glance at the taller nation "Why are you under here?" He asks; not really in an accusing way like he might have done if he was his usual older self but more out of plain childish curiosity. This makes Russia chuckle at the pure adorable expression England is making, "Because I wanted to make sure that you were okay da."

England turns fully around so that he is facing Russia head on; his confusion playing clearly across his face "Why?" Russia once again chuckles and shifts in his seat, his eyes flittering away before returning just as quickly to meet the emerald green orbs staring directly into his violet ones. "We are friends da?" Russia's eyes light up and seem to sparkle when he sees the smaller nation slowly nod his head.

After a few minutes of silence, England's stomach growls signalling that he is hungry; England looks away slightly embarrassed his face painted a light pink. Russia's eyebrows knit together when he hears the noise and quickly proceeds to search through the many pockets in his coat before pulling a clear plastic bag out of one of the pockets with a small "Aha."

England looks over curiously and notices something weird looking sitting inside the bag; Russia motions for England to come closer to him and stiffens when he feels the child sitting comfortable in his lap, England rests his back against Russia's abdomen smiling up at the large nation tilting his head up so he could he the others face. He watches as Russia pulls one of the small things from the bag and holds it out to England "Pirozhki?" England gingerly takes the snack before smiling up at the Russian and happily nibbling at the small pastry type piece of food in his hands; Russia waits for England to finish his snack before speaking once again "Shall we go out now?"

After a quick nod Russia and England crawl back out from under the table; England having a bit of trouble due to him still dragging his unicorn behind him. Soon he is being lifted to his feet by the tall Russian; England places his unicorn on the floor and turns to look up at the white haired nation before slowly pulling on his long white trench coat. Russia looks back down at the young child and smiles when he sees England stretch his arms above his head "Up?" Picking the child up Russia starts to tickle him making him squeal and giggle in return; twisting and turning in the Russian's grip trying to evade his fingers.

At the sound of England's laughter and squeals the arguing nations suddenly stop and freeze altogether when they notice the pair. Russia stops tickling the small nation and makes his way over towards the French nation who had until moments before been preparing for a fist fight with America.

He hands the child over to France before making his way back over and picking up the unicorn off the floor and placing it in front of the two on the table. "You need to look after him da? He was terrified because of the arguing. If you knew him when he was really little shouldn't you have known that he didn't like it. It seemed to bring back some bad memories." After finishing what he had wanted to say Russia made his way to turn around and head back to his seat but was stopped when a small voice called his name "Wussia? P... Piw..." England's eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he tried to remember what it was that he wanted causing Russia to release a genuine laugh, one no nation had heard in an extremely long time.

He reaches into his pocket and pulled out the clear bag full of Russian treats; handing another Pirozhki over to England who took it, grinned up at the taller nation "Thank you Wussia!" Before nibbling the snack in his hands. France smiled warmly at the child settled in his arms and looked over to the Russian nation who was currently walking away "Yes. Thank you for looking after him Russia." Said nation turned back around before nodding his head slightly "That is what friends are for da?" Before sitting back down in his chair.

A/N

Once again I just wanted to remind people that these chapters are going under some editing, I have finished changing this chapter, this one receiving an increase of about 1760 words. If some of you haven't done so yet I recommend re-reading the previous chapters as all have been changed whether added to or completely changed to fit in with the new direction of the story then please feel free to re-read.

I am glad that many of you seem to be enjoying this story but I am sorry to all FrUK fans who are reading this because I decided after much deliberation that I would change the pairing to that of Prussia and England because they are adorable together and to be honest I find it much more interesting then the FrUK pairing along with there not being many PrUK stories... They need more loving guys!