Chapter 6

Word Count: 5,361

Pairing: PrUK (Prussia X England)

Disclaimer: I have never, and will never own Hetalia, much to my own disappointment; though if I did there would definitely be more Yaoi in the episodes.

Warnings: Slight physical violence (accidental); Swearing, from both England and Canada; Very teary England. French; lots of French (All translations will be inside brackets in italics)

Third Person POV

The angst sobs of a small child echo through the eerily silence stretching around England's house; the small child to whom is emitting these sobs is none other than England, who currently is clutching desperately to the trouser leg of France. Both of these much loved nations were hold up in the bedroom that they had been sharing during the whole 'magic mishap' fiasco, desperation and sorrow increased the already unbearable tension within the confines of four walls.

The older of the two nations shuffled with much difficulty from the bed where he placed a small suitcase, towards the wardrobe, folding up a few pieces of clothing attempting to pack them in said case in order for him to make a much needed trip to France. After struggling for what seemed like hours but was merely a couple of minutes; 15 at most, France let out an exasperated sigh as he looked down at the tear stained face of his ex-enemy.

It was just as the four countries; America, Canada, France and England, arrived back at the English nations house after what could be classed as a highly disastrous meeting, all of them were exhausted and hungry, when France received the phone call. Canada had made his way towards the kitchen to start making the dinner, America had sprawled himself out across the sofa flicking through different channels on the TV, while England had walked up the stairs towards the bedroom, quietly playing with his toys.

The phone call had been one that France had been expecting but also one that he had been dreading; as soon as his ringtone graced the room he immediately knew who it was that had called him so with much effort he had clicked to answer.

The voice of France's boss filtered through the speakers asking him to report back on the progression and conclusions which were brought about by the meetings; once again much to the dismay of the French nation. After hanging up the call France begrudgingly made his way towards the kitchen calling America after him; he reiterated the conversation to both the North American nations asking them to look after England as he made his trip. Only after he had seen both of them agree did he make his way up the stairs to start packing and to break the news to his little companion.

Leading to the situation he now found himself in.

"No! I don't want you to go Fwance!" England's sobs were increasing in volume making the young child on the verge of hyperventilating; worrying for the younger nations health, France bends down to look at the small child ruffling his hair in an affectionate way. He gently removes England from his trouser leg bringing him to stand in front of him which gave him a clear view of the younger nations mesmerising emerald green eyes (and eyebrows.)

A look of regret filled the Frenchman's eyes as his own voice was ridden with the heavy feeling of sadness which swirled inside his gut. "It is only for a few days Mon Petite. I need to explain to my boss what is going on and to inform him of the issues covered at the meeting."

England, if possible, starts to cry even harder, his small frame shaking with retching sobs as he clutches France's shirt so tightly that his knuckles turn white from the effort, burying his face in the crook of France's neck shaking his head from side to side. France who was starting to worry further not just about his health but about the reaction the other had to his words tries once again to calm down the child. "America and Canada will be staying with you so you will not be alone Mon Ami and I will be home before you know it."

He offers what he hopes is a reassuring smile towards England as his crying slows down slightly, his glazed, red and puffy eyes meeting the Blue of France; he nods his head slowly before a small smile is shown. France releases a sigh of relief, rubbing his hand up and down the small island nations arms, as the crying slows down more until all that is left is a few small hiccups and shuddering breaths.

France gently wipes the remaining tears from England's face watching the child cock his head to the side as if deep in thought before his smile widens eyes flicking back to stare directly in the older ones eyes. "Can I go visit Japan?" France was at first shocked by the unexpected question wondering what on earth brought it on but then quickly recovering he picks England up before standing in order to sit down on the bed placing the small nation next to him.

France feigns a thoughtful look as he pretends to ponder England's request for a few seconds, chuckling softly as the child beside him begins to grow impatient, bouncing up and down on the mattress waiting for an answer. He leans over to quickly tickle the small island nation before looking out of the door as if staring at something that wasn't there. "Well you will have to ask America and Canada if you are allowed to visit him."

England giggled again as France lifts him down onto the floor smiling gently as he watches the now excited child run out of the door pausing just long enough in the doorway to turn around and shout at France. "Don't leave before I get back!" and with that he was gone, no trace of the sad child from moments ago.

France inwardly sighed as he goes back to packing his bags.

-Meanwhile-

England slowly makes his way down the stairs taking the steps one at a time due to his short stubby legs; he looks timidly around the living room finding America still sprawled out across the sofa watching what appeared to be a superhero movie. England notes how he looks completely engrossed in the program and after much deliberation decides to walk over to the American determination shining in his eyes willing himself forward to ask his request.

As he slowly makes his way over to the sofa he extends his arm, poking America in the arm, only to receive...

No response.

England furrows his eyebrows and tries again, this time getting a flick of the wrist as if to say 'go away' America never shifting his eyes from the action shot on the screen. However, this slight movement solidifies the smaller nations resolve to gain the attention of the older (?) nation. Moving slightly closer to the American nation, now standing in front of the sofa, next to the Arm America has crossed over his chest. England pokes America again but this time much harder.

"WHAT?" America's hands comes flying around, stretching out to his side, much too fast for the small nation to notice; let alone dodge, which is how he found himself flat on the floor, a few seconds later with a red mark on his face. Fear and dread was now plastered across his features as the stinging in his body increases, his bottom and back aching from the impact of hitting the floor at such a force, his muscles tense with the pressure of holding the tears back and his cheek close to burning in pain.

Canada soon comes running into the front room from his perch at the kitchen table; startled by the sudden shout, to see America now sitting up on the sofa looking shocked and regretful, he turns his gaze to the floor, away from what he was previously staring at. He looks down at his hand accusingly as if it had done something against his will. Canada follows where his brothers stare was before and is shocked to see England, who was slowly getting up off the floor, backing away slowly, his eyes never leaving America's face until he turns and flees from the room tears finally falling.

Canada, after noticing the way the small child clutched at his red cheek, rounds on his brother briskly walking over to him before slapping him around the face, the sound of contact ricocheting around the house. America was stunned at the force behind his brothers slap "ce qui ne va pas avec vous, imbecile? (What the hell is wrong with you, idiot?)" Canada's speech had turned to French as his anger boiled over, proving to America that he had not only upset England, but Canada and most likely France as well.

America bows his head in shame, hands folding in his lap as regret wills his mind into a stupor, taking in his brother's words. "I can't believe you hit him! You know what happened to him as a child, I cannot believe you could be so Bloody STUPID! How on earth are we going to take care of him now that he will most likely avoid you! Utilisez votre putain de tête pour une fois, Amérique! (Use your fucking head for once, America)" America looked startled at the rising voice of his brother, he averted his gaze to the floor attempting to burn a hole in the floorboards, refusing to look up, guilt building up in his chest as he recalls England terrified face when he looked up at him.

A few seconds later, France burst into the room, concern evident on his face as he searches the room for England, "Where is he?" Canada looks up from America who still had his eyes downcast, making his way over to France and placing a hand on his shoulder trying to reassure the older nation. Letting out a sigh before answering in his normal quiet voice the anger having dissipated momentarily. "He ran out a few moments ago: I think he was trying to get America's attention away from the TV but America acted on impulse again and ended up hitting him. He had a red mark across his face and looked completely petrified before hightailing it out of the room."

Canada sent another glare towards his brother before France patted the hand that was still on his shoulder resting his forehead against the younger nation's shoulder. "Ah Merci Canada, I will go and search for him. Can you go and make us some dinner Mon Petite?" Canada smiled gently before drawing back from the French nation, bringing his hand back to his side "Oui Papa."

France and Canada turned around to the sound of America clearing his throat, his eyes were filled with tears as he looked directly at France "I want to help you find him. It was my fault that he ran away anyway. il était de ma faute, je suis desolee. (It is all my fault, I am sorry.)" France dragged a hand through his hair worry shaped his features as his thoughts moved to England, the longer we spend here the more harm that can come to him. He is so little, so vulnerable.

"Oui, c'est de ta faute mais (Yes, it is your fault but) I don't think he will be so forgiving this time. You have really crossed the line this time America; I didn't think you could stoop as low as his brothers." America visibly flinched at the disappointed tone of the French nation feeling worse about himself than if France would have shouted at him.

Apparently saying his last words France ran out of the room heading to the back door in hopes of finding his little Arthur before he was found by someone else.

America sat back against the sofa dragging a hand through his hair, much in the way that Francis had just a few seconds earlier thinking back to when he was having a conversation with France a few decades ago about the way England's brothers treated him. He remembered feeling sickened at the mere thought of it but sighed when he realised that truly wasn't he the same as them now? He let a few tears fall after he was sure that Canada was safely in the kitchen.

-To England-

He ran as fast as his legs could carry him through the woods behind his house, his body seeming to know exactly where to go, travelling deeper and deeper as he heard shouts from behind him. A distant shouting of his name or so he presumed but he ignored it, his mind filled with memories of his brothers chasing him through the woods firing arrows at him as they shouted and cursed him. He kept going deeper and deeper into the overcast shadows of the trees, jumping (as best as he could) over fallen branches and tree roots; crawling through bushes when he needed to and out the other side. He desperately kept going despite the burning in his lungs.

Making it out of the woods, he ran down the street, not really sure where he was going but not really caring at that moment the only thing running through his mind was a voice telling him to get far away; the voice calling out to him was getting closer. Memories were cascading through his little mind of his brothers hitting him and beating him constantly until he was unable to move and on the verge of consciousness.

He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't realise the person in front of him; too busy to move out of the way that he ended up colliding into the stranger who saw the youngster coming and managed to keep himself up right as the child collided with him. England looked up stuttering out a quiet apology before trying to wipe the tears from his face hiding any evidence that he had been crying, unfortunately the older man had realised.

England felt himself being picked up of the floor, gently being held in a pair of warm arms, he snuggled himself closer feeling safe, his tears once again falling this time in a more rapid succession. "Hush hush England-San it is okay. Why don't you tell me what happened to make you cry like this? I can take you back to your house if you would like?" England gripped hold of the mans clothes shaking his head vigorously before lifting his head staring intently into the mans dark brown eyes tears slowing down as he tried to speak. "C...can I...I go to your h...house?"

The man looked confused for a moment, well until he spotted a darkening red mark on his cheek; Where is France? I wonder why he was wondering around on his own, did something happen? before he smiled down at the child and nodded his head slowly, he shifted England in his arms enough to be able to wipe away some of the tears. "Of course you can England-San, I will have to text France to let him know that is where you are, okay?" England sighed before nodding his head, his tears completely stopping as he rests his head against the mans chest exhaustion taking over as his heavy eyelids start to close and he falls fast asleep; but not before he hears a soft chuckle and a quiet "Good night England-San." (Have you guessed who this mysterious stranger is? I guess it is pretty obvious XD)

-France-

France was running through the woods behind England's house panting and sweating from his frantic search for the younger nation; thoughts running through his head I wonder if Angleterre is okay. Is he hurt somewhere? Has he been taken by someone? Where on earth could he have ran off to? I hope he is alright. France's panic was rising with every passing second as his calls were met with silence, the darkness closing in making him feel like someone/something was watching him but he knew that it was just a trick of his mind.

Suddenly his cell phone alerted him to a new text message making him jump out of his skin "Merde! (Shit!)". Skidding to a halt, he quickly pulls his mobile out of his pocket and clicking it to view the message, puzzled when he reads the sender:

From Kiku Honda

Dear France,

I was on my way to the airport when I ran into England-San, I am not sure what has happened but he is clearly in distress and has refused my offer to bring him home. I am sure you are very worried about him so I am sending you this text to inform you that England has asked to come with me to my home. I know you are going back to France later this evening and I wanted to inform you that I will be taking care of England until you get back.

From Japan

France stares at the message for a few moments surprised at the authoritative tone of the usually quiet and reserved nation, wondering if he had read right. What happened to the Japan whom agrees with what everyone else says?

However, France releases a breath of relief knowing that his little Arthur was safe. Pocketing his phone, France turns around and starts to head back up to the house to explain everything to the boys, his thoughts now settling down and not running amuck in his mind allowing him to calm down considerably.

France makes it back to the house; making his way into the kitchen ignoring the desperate calls from America as he walks purposefully over to Canada. "Canada, Mon garçon?" Canada who had been rushing around the kitchen preparing lunch stopped what he was doing instantly before rushing over to France "Did you find him Papa? est-il bien? (Is he alright?)" France smiles down at the younger nation before pulling him into a tight hug. "Oui Matthieu. He is alright, he is just fine. But he will be staying with another while I am away." Canada returns France's hug just as enthusiastically feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

He pulled away shortly after a confused look shaping his features as he searches France for any signs of the small child. "Ummm Papa? Where is England?" France opens his mouth to answer when America slowly makes his way into the kitchen a sad look crossing his face as he watches France and Canada hugging; making him feel even worse than he did before as a feeling of rejection and being left out fills him. France and Canada turn to look at the American; who shifts from foot to foot twiddling his thumbs in front of himself.

He looks up, tears shining in his eyes as he meets the Frenchman's stare. "I am so sorry France. I didn't mean to, I feel awful about it. I wanted to protect England from his brothers. I never wanted to hurt him but I did and now he is gone and I don't know what to do." The tears finally spilled over making it harder for the American to speak as he rambled on. "I just wanted to apologise to him but I can't. He is going to hate me now, I don't want him to hate me."

America brought his hands up to cover his face; his shoulders shook violently as his body was racked by harsh sobs. "H...He is s...so little right n...now. I don't w...want any...thing to h...happen to him F...France. He is the o...only family I h...have." America startled when he felt warm arms wrapping around his shoulders as he was brought into a tight embrace, his sobs coming harder as a hand stroked his back soothingly, willing him to calm down.

America eventually did just that, enough to pull away from the warm embrace and was shocked when he looked up into France's face, the blonde nation was offering him a soft smile, hands resting on his shoulders as he stared into the American's eyes, moving locks of hair out of his face and wiping the remaining tears from his cheeks. "I know Mon Petite. We will help you through this, we are as much a part of your family as England is. Do not worry Mon fils; he will come around to forgiving you. You can never stay mad at family for long." America smiles and nods his head slowly at the French nation in front of him, he takes in a shuddering breath still trying to recover from his outburst. "Tu as raison, papa."

The three occupants in the room freeze; America's eyes widening as he realises the words he had just uttered "Ah sorry, France." America places a hand over his mouth as if trying to physically stop himself from saying anything else. Canada smiles softly at his brother as France looks down at his other son a warm smile shaping his features. "C'est bon, mon fils. I wouldn't mind if you called me Papa Mon enfant." America smiles one of his signature Hero grins and throws his arms around France's neck catching the older nation off guard. "Merci Papa. Merci beacoup." After recovering himself, France wraps his arms back around America before reaching one hand out to Canada. The aforementioned nation is tugged into the hug as well resulting in all three nation laughing joyously.

After they all pull away, Canada's eyes suddenly widen in realisation, his mind finally clicking the puzzle pieces together. Shaking his head slightly, I will ask Papa about it later, he turns his attention to France. "So Papa. Where is England?" France steps back from the North American twins before heading over to the kitchen table motioning for the boys to take to seat opposite him. "Ah. Desolee. I got a message earlier as I was looking for Arthur. He ran into Japan who took him home with him; Japan 'as decided to look after England for us while I am working in France. It is a good way for all of us to take a break and calm down. Oui?"

Canada and America nod silently before the younger seems to have remembered the food he had prepared earlier. Jumping up from his seat he moves over to the oven and hob smiling when he realises that nothing was burnt. He turns his smiling face towards American and France "I hope you are hungry because dinner is ready." As if on cue America's stomach growls loudly drawing a quiet chuckle from the two French speaking nations making him blush in embarrassment. "I will take that as a yes then, Oui?"

Canada lays the different foods on plates in the middle of the table placing clean plates in front of the occupants around the table. He smiles once again as he takes his seat at the table. "Bon Appetite Mon famille." France and America repeat the phrase before tucking in to the food spread across the surface of the table, a comfortable silence filling the room.

-To England-

England woke up on the plane, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around trying to remember why he was on a plane in the first place until a voice cut through his thoughts. "Ah England-San you are awake. How are you feeling?" England looked up at the man sitting next to him and smiled, " I am okay. My cheek still hurts a bit." Japan's smile falters a little as his gaze flickers down to the now slow forming bruise on the child's cheek. "Would you like for me to make it feel better England-San?"

England brings his hand up to his face nodding his head slightly before bringing the same hand out to pull slightly at the older nations sleeve. "Is Fwance mad at me?" Japan shook his head bringing the small nation into his lap, he stood him up on his thighs making him eye level with England before answering him "No England-San, France isn't mad at you. He could never be mad at you, he loves you very much. He was so worried about you but is glad that you are safe."

England again nodded his head and decided to sit in Japan's lap feeling sad as he realises that he doesn't have his unicorn with him. He feels Japan move in his seat and turns as best as he can to look at the man pulling a small first aid kit out of his bag making the child giggle slightly. "Here you go England-San, I will make you cheek feel better now." England looked carefully at the items that Japan pulled out of the bag, a small bandage and some wipes. Japan opened one of the wipes and gently wiped it over the injured area being careful so as to not hurt the child too much and he then opened the small bandage and sticks it over the bruise covering it up.

After he was finished he placed the first aid kit back in his carry on and faced the small child once again. "There does it feel better England-San?" Said nation nodded his head slowly looking down at his lap as he mumbled something to quiet for the other nation to hear. "What was that England-San? I cannot hear you?" England looked up at the Japanese man a red blush dusting his cheeks as he play with his fingers "Can you kiss it better?" Japan stared in shock at the child before smiling softly, he leant forward and placed a feathery kiss on the injured cheek drawing a soft giggle from the small island nation. "Japan has magic, it doesn't hurt anymore." Japan chuckled at England bringing him into a hug before placing him back in his seat; very uncommon for our dear Japan who is not a huge fan of physical contact.

"Ah England-San." England looked over at the older nation cocking his head to the side in anticipation, it took all of Japan's self restraint not to coo at the adorable antics of his ally. "I forgot to mention that a few others will be spending some time at my house. I hope you do not mind." The Japanese man look closely at the child observing his reaction breathing a sigh of relief when he sees no look of fear. "Who is visiting Japan? Are they staying for long?" England furrowed his eyebrows in thought turning his full attention to the Eastern nation "It is just a few of my siblings. Etto... Korea, Taiwan, Hong and China. I think that is them all."

England's face lit up in a matter of seconds his excitement evident on his face as he started to bounce up and down in his seat. "Yay China! I get to sea China again!" Japan laughed once again at the child muttering a quiet 'Cute' under his breath evidently not quiet enough as England stopped immediately looking over at the Japanese man with an adorable pout on his face muttering a small "I am not cute."

-Time Skip-

The plane had landed around 4 hours later and Japan ended up carrying a sleeping England in his arms as he walked over to the terminal in search of his luggage. Once his suitcase had been retrieved he shifted England in his arms and headed over to the exit keeping an eye out for China who had agreed to pick him up and drive him home. Almost all of the way to the exit Japan heard someone shouting his name; looking around he saw everyone standing next to China, he cringed inwardly as he slowly made his way over to the group.

The closer he got, the easier it was to make out that Taiwan, Hong Kong, Korea and China had all turned up meaning it was going to be a very interesting ride home. When he reached his family he dropped his suitcase, shifting England in his arms once again. "Hello Kiku. I was wondering when you were going to get here. What took you so long?" Japan looked over at China before looking back down to the small child in his arms, shifting and groaning as he began to wake up.

China along with the rest of his family looked down surprised at the small sound; China letting out a small squeal as he recognised the small bundle. "Oh My Gosh! Japan, how come you have England? Where is France?" China looked down at England who was rubbing his eyes slowly, sleep ebbing away as he focused on his surroundings. Hong Kong looked up from his phone eyes instantly flicking across the child pointing out the injury. "Hey like what happened to his cheek?" China gasped as he spotted the small bandage on the younger nations cheek, his heart squeezing tightly as he remembers the pain the child had been subjected to.

"Hey Japan can I hold him?" The Japanese man nodded and carefully handed the child over to China, just as he had fully woken up; England looked up and before anyone had a chance to register what was happening, wrapped his arms tightly around the oldest nations neck. "China! I missed you!" England giggled as China wrapped his arms around the small child, holding him tightly "I missed you too, England." All of the Asian nations then turned there attention to Japan, Taiwan speaking for the first time "So Japan what did happen to his cheek?"

China felt England stiffen in his arms before he felt his shirt dampening, with a fright he realised that England was crying. "Hey England, what is the matter? Why are you crying? There, there. It is okay, you are safe now. I promise you. Why don't you tell me what happened?" England shook his head slowly before he turned his head burying it in China's neck, he whispered into the elder's ear "Can I tell you when we get to Japan's?" China smiled rubbing gentle circles on the little ones back soothing him "Of course England."

The drive back to Kiku's was as chaotic as he thought it was going to be; Taiwan and himself were discussing their latest plots to gather material for their next Yaoi manga and fan club meeting with Hungary and Lichtenstein. Korea was trying to claim everyone 'breasts' and everything he saw he claimed was made in Korea and Hong Kong was driving the car, much to Japans horror. While China sat quietly in the passenger seat talking and playing with England who had since stopped crying and was giggling along with the older nations antics. Kiku smiled fondly at his older brother glad to see him acting this way, something Japan had not seen in many decades if not centuries.

When they arrived Hong Kong, Korea and Taiwan instantly went to their rooms while Japan and China made their way to Japan's study waiting for England to explain what caused the injury and why he refused to go back home when Japan had first ran into him.

Lets just say that China was not in a very forgiving mood after his explanation, the rest of the evening went on as normal as possible. Hong Kong even came out of his room starting to play with England in the living room surprising everyone in the room until he looked at his older siblings with his usual expressionless face.

"Well he looked after me for a few decades and would try everything to give me what I wanted and to make me comfortable. He made me feel at home and even made sure that I never forgot about my Chinese heritage; he made sure that I practised my Chinese and even banned us from using English for a whole day at times to make sure that I was keeping up with my Chinese studies. I want to do something for him, even if it is just this much."

China was staring in shock at the youngest of his family, switching his gaze between England and Hong Kong before running over bringing them both into a big hug. Hong Kong for once did not push him away and accepted the hug which led to everyone even Japan joining in.

Maybe having Chibi England around was a good thing in itself...

A/N

Done! This chapter has now been edited, but to be honest not much has been added, a few bits and pieces through out but nothing that will stand out too much. I am happy with all of the reviews I have been receiving; it is great to hear what you all like about the story and what you think could be added either in previous chapters or even in the future of this story.

I hope you enjoy the rest of the story and stay tuned for the next chapter.

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