Author's notes: First of all I would like to say thank you to eveyrone who had reviewed and favorited this story. I was not expecting that many reviews or favs with just the first chapter. Seriously you guys made my day! So I would like to personaly address the reviews who took their time to give me their feed back.

iggy demon sis: Thanks for the review! And hmmm...pirate iggy and punk iggy very intresting ideas. Depending on where this story goes...(Which you'll have to find out..heh heh. :D) I might use one of them...but we shall see, seeing as this will manily be a chibirisu story...

Death-sama01: Yes, chibirisu! I hope you will like the story and how it turns out.

CherryChan88: Your review ment so much to me! I will try to update quickly, seeing as I have a lot of free time...but if not I will go by your suggestion and try to update weekly. Thank you for thinking my story has potention it means a lot! And by chance did the doujin you read, was it called Appear? Because I think I have read the same one. (It had America traveling through time by the way of England's chimney...? I don't know if we are talking of the same one...) But I thought it was a cute doujin. :D

yuzuki obakami: Well here is your update. :D I hope you still think there is awesomeness around the corner!

Rose Red: Thank you for liking the first chapter. I hope you continue to read my story!

Ace Jeremy: Thank you for taking the time to read my story, and finding it intresting. :D

Wow...this is a long author's note...but anyway! Again thank you to all of the reviewers and favers/alerters. (Sorry I didn't adress favers/alerters there was a lot of you..but as a whole thank you! :DD)

So I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter. I am sorry in advance for any spelling and grammer mistakes, and sorry for this kinda being a short chapter. Now onward to chapter 2! ~Rose

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters.

England slowly opened his eyes. He lifted his hands to find them bandaged. He let his right hand rise to touch his face to find bandages there as well. What had happened? England thought confused. He then looked down and noticed he was in a big bed, the blankets pulled over him. Whose bed is this …? He took a slow look around the room then finding his surroundings to be very strange and unfamiliar. Why am I here? Where's the forest? Where are my friends? England started to panic and look around the room once more when he was met with a bright pair of blue eyes, behind a pair of glasses looking back at him.

"Iggy! You're finally awake!" The man with the blue eyes shouted, making England jump. "you've been out of it for awhile! I even called Mattie." The man's cheeks heated up. "Not that I was worried or anything!" He gave a nervous smile. "You really got into trouble this time though. How ya gonna change back? Though you do look cute as a kid."

England looked at the man with wide eyes. Who is he? What is he talking about? England blinked for a few moments, before edging away from the man. "W-Who…a-awe you?" He asked defensively. "W-Where am I?"

The man looked shocked for a second. "Ha! Nice try, but you can't fool me England!" He gave a nervous laugh, before getting really quite. "Y-You know me…I'm America…Alfred. You remember right?"

England blinked in confusion. "A-Amewica?" He shook his tiny head, and frowned. "How do you know me?" England gave America a suspicious look.

America continued to give England a shocked look. "You don't remember anything…?" He let out a sigh, and gave a deep frown. "Look Arthur, We where in the basement when-" America was got off by the sound of knocking on the front door. "That's gotta be Mattie…he may know what to do…" America sighed and hurried down the stair to answer the door.

England watched America hurry down the stairs. He doesn't make any sense…The last thing I remember was…I fell asleep in the forest because I was running from- England's thoughts stopped and his eyes widened. This is a surprise attack isn't it! That's why I have bandages…now he is planning on taking me hostage! They must be working together! Fear started to rise in the boy's heart. Quickly, England climbed out of the bed and rushed down the stairs.

Once England was on the first floor he took in his unfamiliar surroundings. In the distance he could hear voices, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. I have to hurry! I have to get away! His heart was thumping loudly in his chest. He then spotted a sliding glass door that led to the outside. England quickly rushed over and tried to reach for the handle, but was too small. He looked around and spotted a chair. England walked over and dragged the chair to the door, where he used it to reach the handle and open the door. Once the door was open England quickly rushed out and started running towards the woods at the back of the house.

America quickly opened the door, to find his brother standing there, holding his polar bear tightly to his chest. "Mattie! I'm so glad you're here!" America said quickly to his look alike Canadian brother.

Matthew was a blonde like Alfred, but he had one strand of hair that curled out from his head, which was different from Alfred's cowlick piece that stuck up. They both Also wore glasses, and were close to the same height. Matthew just happened to have a more quite personality compared to Alfred.

"Iggy's done something weird Matt!" America said with a panicked tone. "I don't know what to do! He doesn't remember—"Alfred stopped as he noticed someone else was standing besides his brother. "Um…Why the hell is France here?" America turned to the blonde and bearded nation, with a bit of a frown.

"I over heard something is wrong with Angleterre…" France gave a bit of a smile. "I wanted to come and find out, so I can rub it in his face." The French nation gave a laugh. "So pray tell, wait seems to be the trouble with Angleterre hm?"

"Mattie did you really have to bring him?" America looked at his brother with a frown. "He's gonna make things worse…"

Canada blushed a bit, before answering. "He's worried about England too…Now how about you let us in and tell us what's wrong eh?" He hugged his polar bear a bit tighter and gave America a small smile.

America allowed the two other nations into the house, and closed the front door. He then started to talk to them while he led them up the stairs. "Well the whole thing is England's fault! He wouldn't let go of some weird liquid thingy…and now he's…" America trailed off for a moment.

"He's what l'Amérique?" France asked, impatient to know what was wrong with the Englishman they were talking about.

"He…turned into a little kid…" America said back as he reached the top of the stairs. "And…he doesn't remember me…" He frowned as he said this. Then shaking his head he led the other two nations towards England's bedroom where he had left the child, sitting on the bed.

"Angleterre has turned into petit Angleterre?" France asked before starting to laugh. "I can not wait to make fun of him for this. He will never live it down non?" He gave a smirk to Canada.

"But Alfred said he didn't remember him…" Matthew spoke softly. "Something could be really wrong with Arthur…Try to be nice. Okay Francis?"

France let out a sigh. "Qui. Alright Matthieu…"

"See he's right there on the bed—"America stopped as he entered England's bedroom, with France and Canada behind him. His eyes were wide, as he stared at the now empty bed. No child in sight. He quickly ran over to the bed and pulled back the covers, as if expecting England to be hiding under there. "Come on England! Where did you go?" America started to panic. He turned around and looked at Canada and France with worried eyes. "Guys! You have to help me find him!"

England let out a sigh as he made his way over to the woods. He was finally away from danger. Now all he had to do was find his fairy friends. They would know how to help him and make him feel better. They always made him feel better when he was scared, and running away. Especially when—England shook his head to rid himself of the scary thoughts, and continued to walk deeper into the woods. He didn't notice the storm clouds that started to roll in overhead.

After walking for a ways, England realized he was by himself. When he fell asleep in the forest last time, his bunny friend had been with him. Did he avoid capture? Is he alright? England started to worry about his furry companion and started to call out for him. "Dwagon!" He cupped his hands to his mouth to make his voice carry. "Dwagon! Where awe you?" England frowned as he got no response and still saw no sight of his bunny. "Dwagon! It's me. Awthur! Come out pwease!"

England continued to call out for his friend for long time. He stopped though when it got darker, and it suddenly got cold. He shivered in the over-sized dress shirt he had woken up in. He continued to walk through the woods, shaking as his body got cold. Then there was a loud booming noise of thunder, and this caused England to jump. He stood still for awhile, not making any moves.

Rain started to fall down heavily from the sky, drenching the poor boy. His soaked dress shirt clung to his skin, and made him colder. England's eyes widened as he saw a flash of lightning. He ran and hid behind a tree. Taking deep breaths, he slowly sank down and sat on the ground. "Dwagon…" He called weakly. "Dwagon…come out…" England shivered as he was sat on the wet ground completely soaked. He was tired, cold, hungry, and had no idea where he was or what was going on.

"England this isn't funny! Stop hiding!" America called out as he searched the living room. He and the other two nations had been searching the house for hours, and could not find the Brit anywhere. This was making America nervous as it was starting to get really late, not to mention a storm was going on outside.

"Any luck yet…?" Canada asked as he came down the stairs, after giving it a full search.

America shook his head sadly. "Y-You…don't think he got hurt…do you Mattie?" He asked his brother quietly, worry laced in with every word.

"Stay positive Al. I'm sure he's fine." Matthew gave Alfred a small reassuring pat on the shoulder, and gave him a smile. At least I hope he's fine…The Canadian kept his negative thoughts to himself.

"Did France find anything?" America asked, hope flickering in his eyes.

"Sadly non…" France sighed as he came up from the basement. "Petit Angleterre is not in the basement…."

"Damn it!" Alfred swore and ran a hand through his hair. "Where the hell did he go? We've checked the whole house!"

Canada let out a sigh. He did not like to see his brother so stressed. He then shivered as a sudden draft blew in. Matthew looked up an in the distance he could see the back door opened, leading to the back yard and the woods. It was dark out and raining really hard.

"Hey Al…" Matthew spoke up softly. "The back door is open…you don't think England would have gone outside…do you?"

"But Matthieu," France turned and gave the Canadian a worried glance. "That would mean Angleterre was out in this storm for a long time…non?"

After hearing that, America dashed through the back door and into the rain. It didn't take long for him to become soaked to the skin. America gave a quick look around before running off towards the woods. "England!" He yelled loudly through the wind. "England where are you?" Alfred picked up the pace and started to run quickly through the woods, searching frantically for the lost boy.

England was leaned up against a tree shivering. His face was flushed and his forehead felt hot, while the rest of his body was freezing cold. His breathing came out in labored rasps. He looked around through half-lidded eyes, searching for his friends. They were no where in sight. "Dwagon…I need you…" He mumbled weakly as he hugged himself for warmth.

Arthur was just about to fall asleep when he heard his name called. His eyes instantly shot open. They found me already? I have to hide! I have to get away! He quickly jumped up and started to run, although he was finding it hard as he was becoming dizzy. England let out a little gasp as the voice seemed right behind him. He quickened his pace, but suddenly felt himself falling. England's tiny foot got caught on a tree root, causing him to fall into a big puddle and twisting his ankle really bad.

England whimpered and wiped at his now muddy face. He held in the tears as his ankle was throbbing with pain. He took in deep breaths and got up, only to fall back down. He couldn't but too much weight on his ankle or it hurt worse, and he was starting to get really dizzy, he didn't think he could stand.

"Iggy! There you are!" England yelped as large hands suddenly wrapped around him and lifted him up.

"How long have you been out here? Look at you! You're soaking wet!" England struggled in the grasp and looked up to see America.

"L-Let go!" England yelled back weakly. His vision was starting to go fuzzy.

"And you're muddy too! Geez England, you're gonna need a bath." America gave a laugh ignoring the small boy's protest.

"P-Put me down!" England shivered. "D-Don't…hurt…" He trailed off and let out a little whimper. He closed his eyes and laid his head against America's chest, taking in deep breaths of air.

"H-Hey! Arthur, you okay? What's wrong?" America asked looking down at the small boy with worry. His face was red, he was breathing weird, and he kept shivering. America held England gently as he started to head back to the house. "Hang on, we're going back inside soon."

England could barely hear what America said. The man's voice sounded so far away. "No…hurt…" He mumbled weakly again before passing out and accepting the darkness that over took him.

Chapter 2: End

Author's notes: Oh noes! What's wrong with England? And is that hidden FrancexCanada? You will just have to wait to find out. :DD So reviews are very much welcomed! I would love to hear everyone's thoughts and suggestions. Let me know how you liked this chapter. And I will try to update soon.~Rose