Author's note: So hey guys! Yes I'm alive. I'm really sorry for not updating in a long time. Gosh, really what has it been a month? I'm really sorry! My computer deicided to die on my so I had to take care of that and get it fixed, and then after that school started, so it's been hard to get time away from school work to update...I hope you guys can forgive me. But I want everyone to know that I do not intend to drop this story or discontinue it. I have full plans to finish it, it's just I may not be able to udate very quickly because of school. But I will update! I just don't know when or how often... But anyway, I would now like to thank everyone who has favorited or reviewed this story! Really, I did not think it would be that much liked, especially considering that this is my first story. So thank you all! It is very apprechiated! Now to adress the reviwers:

Chandinee Richards: Thanks for the review. And you were indeed correct it was Scotland. I hope you continue to read to find out what happens. :D

Jet Set Radio Yoyo: All of your guesses have been proven correct! And yes chibi iggy is adorable. I want to hug him so bad. ;A; And hmmm...maybe France will appear later? I hope you continue to read my story and find out. :D

Jaquiqui: Dun, dun duuuun. XD Yes, Scotland does appear, and poor little chibirisu...but where will he run off too? Thanks for the review!

iggy demon sis: Yay for Scotland indeed! But will his appearence be a good one or bad one? Thanks for the review and I hope you keep reading.

QuartzWillow: You think I'm brilliant? Thank you so much! And I'm glad you thought that one line was funny. XD And I'm sorry if it seems like I'm rushing things. I will try not too, because this story still has a few chapters to go! I hope you keep reading!

Maya: Thank you for your review. :D Like I have said before they make me smile, and all reviews mean so much too me. I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and hope you like this one! :D

Rose Red: I'm glad you liked the last chapter. I hope I did not make you or any off my other readers wait too long for this chapter, if I did I'm sorry! But anyway thanks for the review!

Ace Jermey: Yes, I am sure we are all dissapointed in the frenchmen hm? But perhapes he will come back and try to make up for it later? Thanks for the review. :D

darkangels1112: I'm glad you liked the last chapter. And yes at the end of the last chapter there should have been dramatic music playing in the background. XD

cartooncouples: Thanks you! I didn't think my spelling was that great, but thanks! I'm glad you like the story and continue to read it.

Yazuki Ookami: And you guessed right! XD Yay for drama! I hope you like this chapter!

Kiekio-chi: Yes, you are correct it is Scotland. XD And that's cools that singapore's birthday is right before my own. (Mine is on the 10th. When I updated it was around midnight I think...so I said it was my birthday but the site said it was the 9th.) And your review was not annoying! I love all reviews! They always make me want to write more. :D Hope you continue to read and like the chapter!

Englandforever: I'm glad you like the story. And yes I do plan on finishing it. I hope you read and like this chapter. :D

Tiily: I'm glad you have read my story so far, and I'm glad you like it. :D And I'm sure everyone was able to guess who was at the door. XD Oh noes it's Scotland! And I agree that there are not many little England stories out there. So anyway, thanks for the reveiw and I hope you keep reading. :D

putyournamehere: Thanks for liking my story! And yes it was Scotland, though I wonder if I should have Ireland show up later...hmmmm. XD Well thanks for the review. :D I hope you like this chapter.

Reprogram: Yeah iggy is so cute. :D And I'm glad you like the last chapter. I hope you like this one! Thanks for the review!

So thanks again to all of the reviews and to all of my readers! I hope you like this update, and I'm sorry in advance for any spelling or grammer mistakes.

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

~Rose

America stared with wide eyes at the red haired man who stood outside the door. The man was a bit shorter then him, and his hair was messy and short. He also had familiar emerald eyes and bushy eyebrows. America then gave a frown as his brain started to overcome the shock. He glared at the man, his gaze holding anger. "What do you want?" He asked in a low voice, not moving from the doorway.

Scotland blinked a bit taken aback by the blonde's tone. "I'm here to discus something with England about the upcoming meeting. " He then gave a frown and lifted up an eyebrow. "Now, why are you here America?" Scotland knew that England and America had better relations since the revolution, but at the same time they weren't really all on good terms were they?

"The meeting…?" America questioned a bit confused. He then slapped a hand to his head. The meeting was in only two days! In all of the events that had happened he had completely forgotten. But England was still a child…how was he going to explain that at the world meeting? Hell, how was he suppose to explain that too Scotland! Oh no! America thought panicked. After learning about how England's brother's treated him, the small nation was more then likely not going to like seeing Scotland at the moment. "England's not here!" America quickly shouted to the red-haired nation his voice quick and his face taking on a frown.

Scotland couldn't help but be suspicious of the younger nation's behavior. "What do you mean he is not here…? And you still did not answer my question America…" Scotland then pushed beside America and entered the house, despite the latter's protest, and pushing. "Oi, England!" He gave a call for his younger brother. "If you're here come on out. I'm here to speak with you!" He then started to walk towards the living room in search of his brother.

America's eyes widened as the red-haired nation pushed past him and walked into the entrance of the home. He then jumped as said nation start to call out to England, and was walking to the other room. "Scotland, don't!" America cried out. "Y-You don't understand, England is-" He stopped as he noticed the Scot in front of him had tensed up. Shit…

Scotland was staring with wide eyes at the small child on the couch, who in turn was staring back at him. But the child wasn't staring at him in sock like he was, no. The child's shining green eyes, were large with fear, sadness, and hurt? He recognized those eyes. He knew them so well…but he had not seen them for a long time… Scotland took in a deep breath, his eyes still on the child. "E-England…?" He asked hesitantly, as if not sure if what he was seeing was real.

England was still sitting on the couch, when he heard a familiar voice, he turned his head and his eyes grew wide at what he saw. England tensed up at the sound of his name. His breathing started to quicken as he was staring to panic. How did he find me? He is going to hurt me again! As England took in his brother's appearance he couldn't help but notice how much taller and stronger he looked from the last time he had seen him, and this only added to his fear. England then shifted his eyes to America as he had stepped closer.

America could sense England's panic, and wanted to calm him down before something bad happened. He inched closer to the tiny island nation and extended his hand out to him. "Hey England calm down…" He whispered in a gentle voice. "He won't hurt you…I won't let him I promise…"

England's eyes continued to be large with fear, until he narrowed them with suspicion and hurt. He was the one who brought his brother here all along! He was foolish to trust this person, for everyone hated him. They only pretended to like him, to love him just to hurt him more. England shook his head quickly. "No! You wier! Y-You just hurt me! Weave me awone! I-I hate you!" England then let out a chocked sob before he quickly scrambled off the couch and started to make a run for it.

America flinched at England's words and his eyes widened as he saw England starting to run. "England, wait!" He called and started to chase after, with a still shocked Scotland in tow.

England looked back and saw the other two nations chasing him, and this only caused him to run faster, to try to escape, to get away. England made his way to the stairs and quickly climbed his way up, ignoring how much his chest hurt, or how bad his legs burned.

England made his way to the top of the stairs and then sprinted down the hallway. He looked around trying to find someplace to hide, as the older nations had not caught up yet. He looked at the end of the hallway and found a door. Standing on his tip toes, England quickly reached up and turned the knob, he opened the door to discover more stairs, leading into a small dim lit room. England quickly closed the door behind him, and started to climb the stairs, making sure to keep quite, so he wouldn't be found.

America finally reached the top of the stairs, and cursed when he didn't see the small Brit in sight. He ran a hand through his hair, and sighed. Chasing after the scared nation didn't help things, but he didn't want England to run outside again, he didn't want to lose him…. "Damn it!" America cursed again. "Come on England, we won't hurt you!" He started to walk and call for the child, but received no answer.

Scotland was right behind America and couldn't believe what had just happened. He had saw England like he was when he was younger, and the boy had just up and ran away. What the hell was going on? Scotland followed after America, and just when the younger nation was going to call out for England again, he put his hand on his shoulder. "America, what exactly is going on here?" He demanded answers, and he wanted them now.

America stiffened a bit at Scotland's touch. He turned around and brushed the Scot's hand off and gave a sigh. "A few days ago…England fell into a bunch of his magical weird stuff and turned into a kid… He doesn't remember anything from when he was older…just stuff from the past; from when you hurt him." America gave a deep frown and glared at Scotland.

Scotland's face darkened at the America's words, and he clenched his fists. "Do not act like you know everything." He hissed back. "We are nations. We listen to the hearts of our people. We represent flourish and war. Others are always going to get hurt, no matter what we do."

"But he was your brother!" America shot back. "How could you have been so mean to him? Especially when he was so young!"

"You of all people should know how to hurt one's brother." Scotland spat back. "England was once yours too was he not?" He gave America a long hard stare, knowing he had struck a nerve. "Do not think I am the only one who has hurt England…"

America's eyes widened as Scotland mentioned the revolution. Back when America was under England's rule and still his colony, England had always referred to him as his little brother. But with the expanse of England's rule and the pressure of taxes being forced on America's people…a revolution was started. And from it America had gained his independence and broke away from England. He could still remember that rainy day on the battlefield.

"I won't allow it!" England yelled as he rushed at his former colony, his musket held out tightly in front of him. He managed to disarm America and was now aiming his gun right at his face.

America's eye widened in shock as the Brit had successfully disarmed him and was now pointing a gun in his face. Fear flashed through his mind, as he stared at his former father figure, and his former brother. "E-England…" He whispered as the rain fell down on them heavily.

England panted as he kept his gun upraised. He had to shoot. In order to keep his colony, in order to keep America close to him. To keep the only one who he felt actually loved him. He couldn't lose him…He just couldn't. England took in a deep breath as he started trembling. "B-Bloody hell!" Large tears started to fall down his face mixing with the rain droplets that kept falling. "I…I can't do it…" He mumbled as he lowered his gun and sank to his knees. "Why? Damn it…"

America watched as England fell to the ground with loud, painful sobs escaping his throat. He sighed and frowned, as he noticed how small England seemed to him now. He wanted to lean down and comfort him, but he couldn't. He had made up his choice. "I'm not your brother anymore England. I choose freedom." America then turned around and left the battlefield, looking straight ahead, though it was hard to see with the small tears coming out of his eyes and running down his face.

"I…I know…" America sighed as he looked down at the floor. He knew the revolution had crushed England's heart…but he had forgiven him hadn't he? He didn't regret gaining his independence, as his people had wanted it, and he did as well. America didn't want to always be looked as a little brother to England, he wanted to be able to stand besides him, and be considered his equal. But he never wanted to hurt England… "I…It's just…He's been hurt so much…" America mumbled finally after a long silence.

Scotland was quite for a while before he nodded his head. "He has…" His anger seemed to be gone as he saw America's saddened expression. It was much the opposite of his usual cheerful smile. "It is why he doesn't get close to anyone…He feels that he will only be hurt more…" He then let out a sigh. "I…I am not fond of what I or my other brothers have done to England…at the time we were only focusing on the hate our people felt, not on how much pain we were causing our little brother…I wish I could fix what I have done…" Scotland mumbled and looked away at the floor.

America was silent as he listened to Scotland. He could tell by the saddened tone of his voice, that the man really did want to take back his deeds, much like how America wanted to improve his relationship with England. He thought for a moment, before he gave Scotland a determined stare. "You can fix it."

Scotland blinked and looked up at America, and eyebrow raised up in confusion. "What do you mean?"

England quieted his breathing as he made his way into the dim light room. Looking around he could see all sorts of dust that lined the floor, as well as cobwebs hanging from the walls. It appeared as if no one had set foot in this room for a long time. After staying still for a while and calming down when he didn't hear any footsteps, signaling that he was safe, England decided to look around the room more.

There were also many different things lying about. There was an old, red coat that was laid across a box next to a matching hat. England walked a bit closer to the clothing, the fabric seemed so interesting to him. He picked up the hat carefully and put it on his head, only for it to go below his eyes. England lifted his small hands, and tilted the hat up so he could see once again. He looked over in the far corner and saw a strange, looking…thing? He didn't know what it was. But it was a deep red, and had many strings going down the front of it. He walked closer to it and pulled at the string gently before he let it go. England raised an eyebrow as it made a weird sound. He was about to pull the string again to listen once more to the strange sound, when something else caught his eye.

There on the ground was an open book. It had dust on it and appeared to be very old, as some of the pages were yellowing. But what was strange about the book was that, there were pictures inside it. England walked closer and sat down, taking the book in his small hands. The first picture he saw was of a young boy. He had shinning blue eyes, a wide smile, and blonde hair with a strand that seemed to be sticking up. He wore a long white nightdress it seemed, with a red ribbon. The boy was smiling up at a blonde haired man, with green eyes. The man had his hand on the boy's head and was giving him a soft smile.

England frowned at the picture, his chest hurting as he stared at it. He then flipped through more of the pages, and found similar photos of the young boy and the strange man. But then after awhile, the boy disappeared, and in his place, there were pictures of his brothers. England blinked as he stared at the photos of his brothers, they all looked older and different then he remembered…They were all huddled around the same strange man, and there were smiles on their faces. The strange man looked annoyed…but there was tiny smile on his face as well. From the picture, you could see how close they were.

England lifted a small hand and clenched it over his heart, as it started to pain him. He didn't like this book. It showed him the things he wanted, the things he wished he could have. He wanted to be able to smile like the boy in the picture. He wanted his brothers to huddle around him and smile. But most of all he wanted to be loved. England held his chest tighter before he let out a frustrated noise and threw the book against the wall.

Large tears started to fall down his face, and he didn't try to stop them. He just sat there and cried, holding his chest that was filled with so much pain. It hurt to know that he couldn't be happy. It hurt to know that he had no friends, and that everyone hated him. But most of all it hurt to know that he was not loved and will always be alone.

Aurthor's note: So what did you guys think of this chapter? I'm sorry if it seems rushed...I'll try to work on that. Did you like the little mini flashback of the revolutionary war? What does America have in mind to help Scotland fix his past problems, or at least try to fix them? And what about the world meeting that happens in a few days? Will England still be a child or will he change before then? And what of France will he make another appearence? Man...I left you guys will a lot of questions...XD Anyway, I will hope to answer them soon in the following chapters.

And I will try to update soon, but like I have said, with school being back in and all, I may update slower then usual. But have no fear, I will update! As allways reviews and messages are always welcome! I would love to hear your thougths or suggestions on the chapter. Until the next update!

~Rose