Author's notes: Hello again guys. First I would like to say sorry for not updating soon. I have not been feeling all that well this past week, and I also had some other stuff to take care of. But on a lighter note it's my birthday today! :D Anyway I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed and/or favorited my story so far. Like I have said before it really means a lot!

Rose Red: I'm glad you liked the last chapter. And I liked the suggestions you gave me, it gave me a few ideas that I might use in future fics. :D And I like a few MJ songs myself.

Jet Set Radio: I hope you like this new chapter, and I really appreciated your review. And yeah, France shouldn't have left iggy when he needed comforting, maybe that will change in this chapter, or later on...? We shall see. :D

Darkangels1112: I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and hope you like this one. And yeah France is a bit mean in this story so far huh? XD

Ace Jermey: Yes the last chapter was really sad, but maybe this one will make up for it? :D I hope you continue to read my story.

Chandinee Richards: Yeah I feel sorry for iggy too. But maybe it will get better soon!:D

Maya: Your review really brightened up my day! It made me so happy! I'm glad you started to read my story and think it's fantastic! I hope you do continue to read it. :D

Yazuki Ookami: First I am so sorry for messing up your name the last time! D: And you were correct I was going off of memory. I hope I got it right this time... And I understand how you have school, it will be starting for me as well very soon... But I'm glad you really enjoy the story so far and I hope you continue to read it! :D

Keiko-chi: Yes, fluffy UsUk indeed! I hope you enjoy this update!

So anyway, here is the new chapter. I hope everyone enjoys it. And I am sorry for any spelling or grammer mistakes.

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

~Rose

France was walking quickly away from England's house his head down so he was looking at ground. He couldn't seem to get the image of England crying out of his mind, and this caused him to walk faster, almost to the point of running. He started to slow down however, when a soft voice called out to him.

"Francis! Wait!" Canada called as he hurried after the Frenchman, his breath coming in rough pants as he hurried towards him.

France came to a complete stop when he felt a gentle hand grab his. He let out a sigh and turned around to face a worried looking Canadian. "What do you want Matthieu?" He asked quietly not really meeting the younger one's eyes.

"Francis…what's wrong?" Canada asked softly, holding tightly to the bearded blonde's hand. "Why…? Why would you leave England like that? He needed you…" The Canadian continued to look at France with worried and questioning eyes.

France let out a long sigh, and looked at the ground before answering. "I do not want to see Angleterre like that. It brings back too much… I do not want to see him like that again, I refuse to Matthieu." France whispered as he continued to stare at the ground.

"But France," Canada continued to hold the French nation's hand gently. "England needs you right now. He needs your comfort and help…"

"He has l'Amérique for that now non?" France asked as he looked away from Matthew.

"But France," Matthew started. "You know more about England and his past then either America or I do. You would know how to comfort him better, and wouldn't it be best if he had someone he knew from his past to be there?" Canada let out a bit of a sigh. "In his current state, England does not know anything about us. That's why he rain away from America in the first place. Your not going to leave England alone with Alfred when he doesn't know how to help the situation…are you?"

France was quite for a moment before he looked back at Matthew. "Oui. That is exactly what I am going to do." France then pulled his arm out of Canada's grasp and started to once again, quickly walk away.

"Francis…" Matthew mumbled and shook his head before he began to follow after the man once more.

England slowly opened his eyes. He felt something warm against his head. He looked up to see America, his head leaning to one side, and his eyes closed as he seemed to be asleep. England blinked a few times, before he remembered the events that happened not too long ago. England let go of America's shirt and wiggled his way out of the man's grasp. He then carefully slid down, letting out a bit of a gasp as he stood on his injured foot. He looked back at America to still find him asleep. He let out a sigh and began to wonder the house, the plush bunny being held close to his chest as he did so.

After looking around for a bit, England's stomach started to growl. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten, and decided that a few berries would rid him of his hunger. But where would he find berries in here? England began to search the house for berries or some other source of food, but he couldn't seem to find any.

Arthur let out a frustrated huff, as he still couldn't seem to find any food. Then a sudden thought came to him: The woods from yesterday…they would have berries! England then looked to the back door and saw that the chair he had placed there last time had been moved. He walked over, limping slightly on his bad leg, and started to move the chair back, so he could open the door.

After moving the chair back into place besides the back door, England started to climb onto it, ready to reach for the door. But once England stood on the chair and tried to stand on the tips of his toes to reach the handle of the door, he strained his bad foot, and with a yelp lost his balance and fell to the floor, making a thud noise as he fell down.

America was startled awake when he heard a loud noise. He blinked for a moment not really understanding what was going on. Must have dozed off when Mattie left… He thought quietly. America then looked down at his hands to find them empty. Where did England go? He then remembered the crash noise that had woke him up. "England!" America then instantly jumped up and started to look for the now young nation.

America didn't have to look far to find England, as he found him on the floor in front of the back door. England had tears in his eyes and was holding his sore foot. America rushed over to also find that England was trying to still get up and walk. America let out a bit of a sigh and picked England up in his arms.

"England you have to stay off of your foot. You could hurt it even more." America said softly as he held Arthur close to his chest.

"Put me down!" England struggled in America's arms, but found that he couldn't escape the man's embrace. "I-I need to go get bewwies!"

America blinked and tilted his head in confusion. "Why do you need to get berries?" He asked giving England a questioning look.

"Cause I hungwy." England let out a bit of a huff and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He thought that answer was pretty obvious. Why else would anyone go out gather berries unless they were hungry?

America stared at England for a moment before he let out a loud laugh. "Well why didn't you say so? I can make you something to eat; you don't need to find berries or anything like that." He gave England a soft smile before he started to carry him to the kitchen.

England then looked at America with confusion. "You make food?" He asked still confused.

America gave another laugh as he walked into the kitchen still carrying England into his arms. "Yeah, I'll make us some breakfast. But first I have to see what's in the kitchen…" America then put England in one arm and began to rummage through the cabinets with his other.

"Hmmm, how about pancakes?" America asked smiling at England, as he took a box of pancake mix out of one of the cabinets. "I can make some pretty good pancakes since Mattie taught me!"

"Pancakes?" England looked at America with wide, confused eyes. "What dat?"

"It's food!" America gave another laugh and sat England down in a chair at the kitchen table. "And pancakes are awesome! You'll like them." He nodded his head and gave England a smile before he walked over to the stove and began to make their breakfast.

England watched America at the stove for a moment, curious to see what the man was doing. He held his stuffed bunny close to his chest, and kicked his legs absently under the table. He looked around the kitchen, looking at the cream color of the walls, and the different cabinets that were about. And while England was looking around, it didn't take America long to make the pancakes, and bring the plates along with a bottle of syrup to the table.

"Food is done!" America set a plate of pancakes in front England, before took his own plate and sat down across from the young nation. Once he was seated America began to pour the maple syrup all over his pancakes, before he used his fork to start wolfing down his breakfast.

England watched America with confusion as he watched him eat his breakfast. He then looked down at his own plate unsure of what to do. Was he supposed to put that weird stuff on his food too? He gave a shrug of his shoulders and used his hands to pick up one of his pancakes and began to eat it.

America looked up from his food and noticed that England was eating his pancakes using his hands. "Well that's one way to eat them." America let out a laugh and smiled at England. He sure is cute. America thought shaking his head as he continued to eat.

It wasn't long for the two of them to finish eating, especially for America. After clearing the table and putting the dishes in the sink for later, America walked back over to England and stared at him for a moment. The young Brit was still dirty from his adventures in the woods, and he looked like he could use a good bath.

America then smiled and picked England up in his arms. "Bath time!" He said laughing and carrying England to the bathroom.

England blinked in surprise as he was suddenly picked up, and was being carried somewhere. He struggled for a bit before giving up with a huff.

America carried England into the bathroom. He then sat the tiny nation down on the ground, before he started to fill the tub up with water. After watching it fill for a moment, he added in some bubbles and then checked the temperature to make sure it wouldn't be too hot, or cold.

"Alright, time to get clean." America gave England a smile; he then pulled the oversized shirt that England had been wearing off. He was surprised to find many different scars lining the child's body, as well as different bruises and marks. He was about to ask about them, but thought better of it. America then stripped himself and picked England up once more, before he got into the tub and sat England between his legs.

"Wow, Arthur you sure are dirty!" America laughed as he took a bar of soap and a washcloth and began to wash the small boy.

England struggled a bit as America started to wash him. He reached for the washcloth and let out a huff. "I-I do it my swelf!" He then took the washcloth and began to wash himself with a pout on his face.

"Fine, but I get to wash your hair." America gave him a smile and poured a small amount of shampoo into his hands and began to lather it into England's blonde locks. Then there was a long silence as America scrubbed England's head, and England himself finished washing himself.

After waiting a few moments, England decided to break the silence with a question that had been in his head all day since he woke up. "W-Where is Fwancis?" He asked quietly. He was positive he saw the French nation before he fell asleep.

America froze when he heard the question. After a moment, he let out a long sigh and continued to gently scrub at England's head. "He left. Both him and Mattie left awhile ago. "

"Oh…" England looked down at the water, a deep frown taking place on his face. "He awways weave…" He mumbled quietly. "He no wike me. He is wike them. They hate me…"

America let out another sigh at England's words. He then cupped a hand over his eyes, so as he rinsed his hair no soap would get into them. "He doesn't hate you Arthur. He just…needs time to think." Then after rising Arthur's hair, America spoke softly. "W-Why do you think your brothers hate you? Are they really mean to you?"

England looked down at the water once more, the deep sadness not leaving his face. "T-They do not forgive me." He said sadly. "They do not wike me joining the Romans. They mad at them…and mad at me. They hate Romans…and they hate me…" Arthur then tensed up. "T-They hurt me…hurt bad…." He then trailed off and grew quiet.

America listened to England quietly, and he couldn't help feel a flash of anger. He then noticed that England was still looking down at the water, his face showing hurt and sadness. He didn't like to see him so sad. America then picked up a handful of bubbles in his hands. "Hey look Arthur!" He said cheerfully and blow the bubbles out of his hand, sending them into the air.

England blinked as his name was called. He looked over at America, and watched as he blew the bubbles into the air. He watched as the bubbles floated in the air, their translucent figure reflecting the light and causing a bit a shiny to appear to them. A small smile spread on England's face as he watched the bubbles. He then picked up some bubbles as well and tried to blow them into the air, giggling as he did so.

America gave a warm smile as he watched England play with the bubbles. His childish giggles, and laughter made his heart swell in his chest. He felt happy that he was able to make England forget his sadness, if even only for a few minutes.

Then after playing around with the bubbles for a long time, and making sure the both of them were now clean, Alfred lifted England up and got out of the bathtub. America then grabbed a few towels and began to dry England and himself off. After that was done he dressed England in another over sized t-shirt and got dressed himself before they went back to the living room.

"How about we watch some TV?" America asked setting England on the couch before he sat down himself.

"TV?" England tilted his head and looked at him with confused eyes.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool. See watch." America grabbed the remote and turned on the television. He turned the station to cartoons, thinking that both him and England would enjoy it.

England watched as America picked up a weird looking stick thing, and pointed it at a glass box. His eyes then widened as the box seemed to come to life, and colorful moving pictures came onto it. "How you do that?" He asked America in astonishment. "You magic?"

America blinked and then laughed at England's reaction. "No, I'm not magic. This is just how a TV works." He then reached out and ruffled England's hair.

England then just stared at television with wide eyes. He didn't understand how a glass box could do such things. He was very interested it, and finding out how it worked, so he decided to watch it intently, transfixed by the fast moving pictures, and the sounds that came from it.

America gave another laugh and leaned back into the couch. He was content with just sitting and watching the TV with England. It was peaceful, calming, and relaxing. America let out a sigh and a smile appeared on his face. He was getting rather comfortable, and was just about to Canada to give him a heads up on the situation, when there was a knock at the door.

Is that Mattie coming back? America thought to himself as he got up to answer the door. He left England on the couch, as he was heavily distracted by the television. America then made his way over to the door and opened it, although he was shocked by who he saw.

"Oi, America what ye doing here?"

Author's notes: So how did you guys like this new chapter? And Oh noes! What is going to happen with this new guest who has arrived? I'm sure everyone can guess who it is right? XD But anyway, tell me how you liked the chapter, as always I would love to hear your thoughts and suggestions. And of course reviews are always welcomed. I will try to update soon!~Rose