Author's notes: Hello again guys! First thank you to all of the lovely people who have favorited and reviewed this story. It means a lot! Now to adress the people who have reviewed...

Ace Jeremy: Yes it was really obvious who gave America the bunny. Everyone who gussed got it right. :D And thank you for liking the last chapter. I hope you enjoy this one as well.

Rose Red: It is okay that you made me cry! You made me cry tears of happiness! :DD As I have said I really did not think this story would be well liked so thank you so much! Thank you for thinking it is amazing! I hope you think this chapter is amazing as well.

Jet Set Radio Yoyo: Yes, you are indeed corrrect. England did give America the plush bunny. :D And thank you for liking my story, I hope you continue to read it.

cissagirl: Thank you for the review! I hope you enjoy this chapter, as you have the rest of the story.

treffles: I agree with you on that there is not a lot of fics about America learning of England's past. I really think there should be more, since it is intresting to see how America reacts to learning of England's past. I hope you enjoy the update :D

Nobody: I'm glad you like my story and are enjoying it so far. And I'm glad it can make you smile. :DD

Animallover115: Thank you for liking the last chapter. And I hope you enjoy this one as well.

darkangels1112: XD Yes if the bunny was mint colored, little iggy would have a plush flying mint bunny. Thank you for liking the story, and I'm honored to have mine be the first chibi iggy story you read. I hope you continued to read my story. :D

Renuki: You are right. America did recieve the bunny from England. :D I'm glad you fin my story intresting! It means a lot!

Chandinee Richards: Yes there is more. Here is the next chapter! :D And yes England gave America the bunny.

Cherrychan88: Thank you for thinking the iggy in my story is as cute as the one in the doujin! And hmm to answer your question let me just say that it would be no fun if iggy did not remeber...XD

So anyway I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter. I am sorry for any spelling and grammer mistakes, as well as for the chapter being kinda short.

Discliamer: I do not own Hetalia or any of it's characters.

Now on to chapter four! ~ Rose

France let out a long sigh and gave the younger nations a serious stare. His eyes were dull, and his head was hung as he sat on one of the chairs, in the living room. After a moment of pressing silence he began to speak. "Angleterre did not have the greatest childhood…" Francis's voice was quite, but had a depressing tone. "His older frères were…very cruel to him…"

America hugged England a little tighter to his chest as the boy continued to sleep. "W-What do you mean?" He asked quietly. "At the meetings England seems to get along with his brothers fine…" America could remember England arguing with his brothers at one of the last meetings. Sure they didn't look they were on the best terms, but they still looked liked they got along…

France gave a small shake of his head. "Their relationships have changed since the past, but Angleterre still holds pain from what they did..." He let out another sigh before he continued. "They would beat up on Angleterre, sometimes hurting him very bad…but what hurt Angleterre the most…was being alone. Especially what had happened with Scotland…"

Canada was quiet for a moment before he spoke up. "What happened?" He whispered glancing over at England, before looking back at France. "A-And weren't you around England? How did he feel alone?"

"You must first remember that as nations, we listen to our people's heart and will oui? Even if…It hurts others in the process…" France continued on as he ran a hand through his hair. "Angleterre and moi…we were amis for a time…but he grew mad, and sad when I would have to leave…I do not blame him." France gave a shrug of his shoulders. "He thought he was being left again. He could not bring himself to trust others. This is why we slowly drifted apart."

America looked down at England; a neutral expression was on the boy's face as he continued to sleep. His cheeks were red from the fever, and his breath was strained but other than that he looked peaceful. He then looked up, a frown on his face as he continued to listen to France. His heart was tightening in his chest as he listened to ever word.

"Angleterre was very close to his brothers, especially Scotland." France looked down at the ground for a moment and grew silent. After a few seconds he spoke once more. "But...Scotland's people started to resent Angleterre and his growing power. He began to distance himself from Angleterre, and the other brothers soon followed." France leaned back in his chair, his voice growing more depressed. "It was soon after that they started to beat Angleterre, their people's hatred fueling their mind and hearts. This left Angleterre feeling lost, alone, and hated by the people he loved most."

America tightened his grip on England. He understood France's words well. He could remember his own people's feelings during the time of the revolution. He could remember the pain in England's eyes as they met on the battlefield. America did not understand at the time why they looked so hurt. England should have known he would have wanted his independence sooner or later right? That was what he always told himself anyway. But after hearing France's words… Was England so hurt because he thought he had finally had someone close to him again? But then I-America shook his head and gave another frown. He gently stroked England's hair lovingly. "I-I…never knew." He whispered as the room had suddenly held a tense silence. "He never talks about it."

It was then silent. The three nations just sat, each one of them thinking of the information that was just shared. A sullen expression was on each of their faces. The silence was then broken as there was the sound of a pained whimper. All eyes turned to look at England.

England was sitting in the grass of a large forest. The wind blew a pleasant breeze making the trees sway as if in tune to a hidden song. The sun was starting to set on the land, making the sky a brilliant mixture of reds, and oranges.

England was busy watching the sky, twirling a piece of grass in between his fingers. He felt, content, relaxed. He then turned to the person who was sitting next to him, also watching the sky. He could see the small smile on their face. Their reddish orange hair swaying in the breeze. He could feel a small smile brush on his own lips, as the person's green eyes looked down at him.

"Nature is really pretty aye lad?" The voice was gentle and held a bit of a laugh at the end.

England could feel his smile grow as he heard this voice. He nodded his head in agreement. He let out a sigh as he continued to watch the sky. He leaned against the man besides him, continuing to smile as the sky soon turned dark, and shining stars came out. England stared in awe at there beauty, wishing he could reach up and touch one. He then blinked as little flickers of lights started to fly by.

England watched as more flickers of light seemed to arrive, some even flew right in front of his face. He turned and watched as the man next to him reached out a hand and caught one, capturing it in his fist.

"Come here…" The man whispered gently, motioning for England to come closer.

England leaned over and looked at the man with wide curious eyes. He then looked down at his hand as he slowly opened it, to reveal the flicker of light. It turned out to be a small bug. Ever so often its rear would light up with a brilliant light, before fading to black again, before it repeated the process.

"Do ye know what this is lad?" The man asked with a gentle smile.

England stared at the bug in the man's hand. He thought the answer was obvious. He gave a confused look before speaking. "I-It's a bug, Scotwand…"

"No. It's magic." Scotland said gently before releasing the bug and letting it fly off. He then gave England a warm smile and ruffled his hair.

England heart swelled as he saw his brother's smile. He then watched the bug fly away. He waved to it, as if wishing it a farewell. He turned to face his brother with a soft smile on his face, but it fell instantly when he saw his brother was no longer there.

The forest was now dark, and cold. The stars above were no longer in sight, sucked up into the blackness of the sky. The flickering lights of the lightning bugs had disappeared as well. There was no more peaceful a sound of the forest, in its place was a deafening silence. He was alone.

England's heart started to beat fast in his chest. He looked around wildly, before he started to run. His breath coming in quick gasp, as his legs carried him quickly towards a clearing in the forest. He could make the faint outline of three figures in the distance, he kept going closer. He felt relief to see that the three people where his brothers.

England came to a stop, and gave a small smile. "B-Bwothers I-" He stopped as he noticed their eyes. They were hard, and cold. They also held pain, and hate… England's smile instantly fell from his face. He took a step back, fear starting to once again settle in his heart.

England looked at Scotland, hoping to see the warm smile that he had just seen. But in stead he saw a deep frown. He could see that his brother's eyes held pain, and anger. He let out a little whimper and looked over at his other brothers. Ireland had a bow and arrow aiming right towards him, while Wales had a handful of stones.

"How could ye become part of the Romans?" Scotland's voice rang out. And then suddenly the arrows and stones were being fired at him.

With a cry of alarm, England turned around and started to run back into the dark forest. He could feel the stones and arrows bruising and tearing his skin. Tears were running down his face as he ran.

"I shall not forgive ye!" Scotland was right behind him and gave him a kick, sending him to the ground.

England gave a whimper as he felt to the ground. He turned only to get a blow to the face. He could feel the rage, anger, and hate emitting from his brother. He let out a cry as his ribs were kicked. He curled into a ball and closed his eyes waiting for the beating to stop.

After a few moments he could no longer feel his brother's harsh blows. England opened his eye; the other one was swollen shut and he could no longer see his brothers. He let out a whimper as he was in great pain. His body beaten and bruised. With tears coming out of his eyes he struggled to get up. That was when he felt someone watching him.

England looked up and could see France standing over him. A sad look in his blue eyes. England gave a small, weak smile as tears continued to fall down his face. He reached out his hand towards the Frenchman, only to have him shake his head and turn his back on him. England's face fell as he watched the retreating back of France slowly disappear into the darkness. A sob escaped his throat as he realized he was alone.

"F-Fwancis…d-don't go!" England was shaking and whimpering in his sleep. "P-Pwease…N-no…awone…"

After hearing these words France got up from his seat and headed towards the front door. He never did like the sound of England crying and he was not going to relive it. Too many feelings and memories would resurface.

"Hey, France were are you going?" America looked at the Frenchman while trying to calm England in his arms. "Arthur is crying for you…"

"I believe it is time for me to leave non?" France opened the front door and was about to step out when he was stopped by America's voice.

"You left Arthur all the time because you were scared and didn't know what to do right?" America gave France a glare. "You left, hoping that if you couldn't hear or see how much pain he was in it would go away. Just like now…"

France stayed silent and still for a long time. His gaze was on the floor as there was silence, expect for the sound of England's soft crying. Then France let out a deep sigh and left the house.

Canada looked at America, and then looked at the door. Then he let out his own sigh before he got up from his seat. "I-I'll…go talk to him. Call me later Al…" Then Canada left the house as well leaving the American alone with the whimpering island nation.

America rocked England gently in his arms hoping to calm the still sleeping boy down. "It's alright…" He said quietly stroking the boy's hair, and holding him close to his chest, right over his heart.

After a few moments, England's whimpering and shaking died down. The plush bunny was still held tightly in his grasp. But his other hand held onto America's shirt, his tiny fist holding onto the fabric tightly, as if afraid to let go.

America continued to gently rock England in his arms. A small, smile appeared on his face as England had settled down and returned to a peaceful sleep. He played with the boy's hair before he placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Don't worry Arthur…" America whispered gently. "You're not alone. I will always be here for you…"

Author's notes: So how did you guys like this chapter? Iggy's dream was sad yes? But the fluff at the end with America makes up for it right? :D And how did you guys feel about France and his actions? I would love to hear your guys thougts and suggestions and stuffs! Reviews brighten up my day!

So yes, anyway as always reviews are very welcomed! I will try to update again soon! Until next time! :D~Rose