Author's note: Chapter seven is up! yay! Thank you to everyone who has read my story and or reviewed/favorited/alerted my story. It always means a lot! Now to address the reviwers:

HunterWindstalker: Yeah sorry I scared you. I will try to update weekly now, but because of schooling and my college classes, updates may be a bit slower...but have no fear! I will not drop this story! I have full plans to finish it, it's just my updates might be a bit slow...And I'm glad you liked the last chapter. Um...I don't know what you mean by if I still need help with the history...I know that England was overtaken by the Roman's in 43 AD? I think...(could be wrong on the date...I'll look it up later to be sure.) And I know of the hudred years war, as well as the English civil war. But if you have more information that you would like to share that would be great! I would like to learn more about the history if you would like to share. You could message me if you would like? :D Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Yazuki Ookami: First of all you get a giant cookie and many thanks for answering all of those questions! :D I am glad you liked the last chapter, and like the flashback as well. And your prediction with Scotland has proven correct but you will have to read to find out more about it. As for your other questions...they shall be answered in other chapters. I hope you like this new chapter.

putyournamehere: Thank you for liking the other chapter, and I hope you find this one enjoyable as well. :D I could cry for England too. His past is such a sad one. ;A; And the meeting is comimg up, not in this chapter though...but you will have to continue to read to find out what happens. Thanks again for your review! :D

Tilly: Thank you so much for the review! I am glad you liked the picture book idea and saw that it represented the things that iggy wanted but already had. It really made my day! I hope you like this new chapter! :D

Hoshitua: First thank you for your review. You will get to see what America has planned in this chapter, and also get to see the Scotland and iggy fluff! Thank you for the suggestions, and with regardess to the world meeting, well you will have to wait for the next chapter to find out. :D I hope you continue to read!

CMHerrera: Yeah...iggy's past is sad...you know writting this story actually makes me cry... ;A; Well I hope you continue to read it and hopefully cheer up at the end of this chapter? :D But bring some tissues! Thanks for the review. :D

CrimsionButterflyTearDrops018: Thanks for the review! And I'm sorry I am making you cry! Iggy's past is so sad. ;A; As I have said, writing this story makes me cry. But if you read, I hope it can cheer you up at the end of this chapter. :D

foREverhauntingme: Chibi iggy is definetly adorable. :D And his childhood is indeed sad. D: And I shall continue and hopefully make it all better? XD If you read this chapter, by the end I hope to make it better. Thanks for the review and I hope you continue to read my story. :D

Anyways, I am sorry in advance for any grammer or spelling mistakes. I hope you all like this new chapter! :D

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

~Rose

Scotland blinked as he heard the American's words. He then shifted a bit awkwardly on his feet and scratched the back of his head. "I…I don't know…" He mumbled out, a bit embarrassedly. "We...we all don't really…um…"

"Share and show your feelings well?" America asked trying to help the Scot explain, as they stood there in the hallway of England's home.

"Aye…" The red haired nation looked down at his feet embarrassedly, before looking back up at America. He really did want to apologize to England, and be on better terms with him, but at the same time…he felt like he couldn't…like it would take more then an apology and a pat on the back for his past deeds, of ignoring, and hurting his younger brother. "I…I just don't know…"

"Well, you have to at least try, don't you?" America asked quietly. He then blinked and jumped when he heard a thud coming from above. England…? America gave Scotland a worriedly look. "I'll go check it out…" He mumbled, knowing that if the child were to see his older brother now, it would more then likely panic him more.

America walked over to the door at the end of the hallway, the one that led up into the attic. He opened it and started to journey up the dusted steps, and made his way into the dark room.

As America walked along the old floorboards, he could hear painful sobbing, coming from the corner. "England…?" He called out nervously and worried for the small nation. America stepped closer to see the small, blonde, huddled in the corner crying, and holding a hand over his heart. America frowned and knelt down. "What's wrong?" He asked quietly, wondering what was causing the smaller form so much pain.

England trembled and continued to cry, a small hand gripping at his shirt, and the pain that filled his chest. He felt so alone, and so hurt. He kept wishing for the presence of his fairy friends to come, to try to cheer him up…but they did not come. England then whimpered and jumped when he heard his name. He looked up to see America in front of him. England quickly tensed up and wiped at his tears. "N-Nuffing. Now…go way…" He mumbled out weakly.

America frowned as he watched England's actions and heard his answer. He then slowly shook his head. "What's wrong?" He tried asking again. "You were crying…and look like you still could…are you hurt?"

England bit his lip, and forced the tears in his eyes to stay put. His hand clenched tighter about his chest and he looked down at the floor. "I wasn't cwying…now weave me alone!" He held back a whimper and gave the taller nation a hard stare.

America's frown deepened and he let out a sigh. "It's okay to cry Arthur…" He then let his eyes drift to the child's hand and saw it tightly held over his heart. "You still didn't answer my question…are you hurt…?"

England shook his head at America's words. He was lying. Crying was not okay. It was weak…and it made people go away….

Large tears were spilling out of his eyes as he stared up his older brother's face. His light green eyes narrowed with anger and hatred, and his red orange eyebrows furrowed with rage.

"Do not think crying will help you Albion." Ireland's voice came out harsh, and cold. "Or should I call you Britannia like the filthy Romans do?" His grip tightened as he held the younger nation up by the collar of his small shirt.

"The faie say he is soon to be called…'England'…" A cold voice said quietly as it approached. It was Wales; with his dark hair and icy blue eyes. Wales stared at England and watched as he squirmed and whimpered in Ireland's grasp. "How pathetic…"

Ireland gave a snort as a response before he quickly threw England on the ground. He turned and looked over at Scotland who had been watching the scene silently. "What do ye think Albain?"

England gasped as he was thrown to the ground and landed harshly on his back. Large tears continued to spill out of his eyes, as he laid on the ground whimpering. He then tensed as his older brother Scotland was standing over him, his eyes hard, and unmoving as they stared down at him.

England then yelped and squirmed as Scotland placed a foot on his chest, and started to apply pressure, causing his small ribs to hurt, and for him to strain to breath. He struggled and looked up at his brother with fearful eyes.

"I think the lad is too damn week. Pathetic is too good of a word for him aye?" Scotland sneered and applied more pressure onto England's chest. He then removed his foot off of the smaller nations chest only to give him a kick to his side. Scotland then snorted before he turned away and faced his other brothers. "Come on…I can't stand to hear such a weak thing cry..." Scotland then led his brothers away, leaving England laying alone in the grass, huddled up and hugging his sore chest.

"B-Bwothers! Wait!" England called out through his tears. "I-I…sorry…" He mumbled out weakly. He then slowly got up, and tried to run after them, but he stumbled and fell. Arthur then rubbed at his eyes as the tears continued to fall. He looked up after a while and blinked as he noticed familiar blond hair. "F-Fwance?" He chocked out. He then quickly got up and grabbed onto the taller nation's leg, burying his face into the blonde's pants, wanting to be comforted, wanting warmth.

France staggered a bit as England clung to his leg. He looked down and bit his lip as he noticed the larger tears falling down the small nation's face, how badly he was trembling. He reached out and patted his head gently. France did not know what to do or say. He did not like seeing England cry, and did not know how to handle him, or to calm his pain. It was much easier to be around him when said Island nation was angry. Then he would joke and call him names…and everything would be okay. But when England was crying, and in so much pain…France could not take it.

Francis quickly pried the small boy off of his leg and distanced himself. "I…I am sorry petit ami…but I have to go…please dry your eyes…non?" France then frowned before he turned and quickly hurried away, so he would not have to see, or hear the poor boys cries.

England flinched as France pulled away from him. He blinked as he watched the blonde hurry away and out of sight. Arthur then bit his lip. It was his fault that France had run away. He does not like me either…He thinks I am weak…Just like my brothers. Arthur whimpered and sat down on the ground. He shivered and hugged his knees close to his aching chest; His chest that was hurting both from the harsh treatment of his brothers, and for the terrible pain that resided in his heart.

England bit his lip more as he recalled this memory. He then shook his head more and hugged himself as he looked up at America, with sad and pained eyes. "N-No wier!" He yelled back. "I-I fine! So…leave…a-and don't come back! T-Take my bworther with you!"

America let out a bit of a frustrated growl. "No. You're the one who is lying. And I'm not going anywhere, until you tell me what's wrong." He crossed his arms over his chest and watched England with a stubborn stare.

England swallowed, and trembled. He was trying his best to hold back his emotions, to keep them inside. He then whimpered as a few tears escaped his eyes. Arthur then quickly tried to wipe them away, but they kept coming out. "N-No…stop…" England weakly told himself, but it was to no avail as small tear droplets continued to fall down his cheeks.

America sighed as he watched the small boy, trying to stop the waterworks that was flowing down his sad face. "Arthur…why can't you just tell me how you feel…?" He asked softly. "I…I know it's hard for you…but it will make you feel better…"

"I…I no want feel!" England cried out, he finally stopped fighting and was now allowing his sobs and tears to flow freely. "All I feel is hurt! I-I do not wike hurt!" Arthur's hand then once again clasped over his heart, as he trembled. "I…I do not wike it…But it does not go away…" Arthur then let out a painful cry before he curled up into a tight ball and waited for the American to leave. Just like everyone else did. They all left.

England then jumped in surprise as he felt warm, and strong hands wrap around him and pulled him close. His head was pushed against America's chest and he could feel such warmth coming from him. England squirmed a bit as the sudden hug felt awkward. He then looked up at the other nation with questioning eyes.

America continued to hold England close, as he looked down at him with soft, caring eyes. With one hand, he reached out and gently stroked the boy's messy blonde hair. "Are you sure it does not go away?" He asked softly. "Not even now…?"

Arthur shivered for a bit, before he nuzzled closer to Alfred's chest. He liked how comforting it was, and how warm America felt. He could feel the pain in his chest, subside slightly. Arthur then took in a deep breath before he clung to America tightly and continued to cry. He cried until he had no more tears left, and to the point where he was tired. England's eyes drooped and he let out a small mew of a yawn, before he fell asleep curled up in the American's arms.

Alfred rubbed England's back gently as he allowed the small boy to cry. He could feel his small frame tremble and shake as he held him. He could feel England's chest swell as he took in each breath to let out another painful sob. After a while though, England started to calm down, and it wasn't long till the boy was asleep in his arms. America looked down at the small, figure he held. He stared at England's red, puffy eyes, his tear stained cheeks, the tiny little frown on his face. He also looked at the small hands that held onto his shirt tightly, as if afraid to let go. America sighed before he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the boy's forehead.

England woke up to find himself laid down on the couch. He sat up slowly and rubbed at his eyes. He looked around and frowned slightly when he found out he was alone. He then turned his attention the window and noticed that it was starting to grow dark out.

America walked back into the house and headed towards the living room. He blinked as he noticed that England was awake and looking out the window. He expected the boy to still be asleep. He quietly walked over and gave him a small smile. "Hey…Arthur can I show you something?" He asked softly.

England turned and looked surprised as he stared at America. Could he trust him still? After remembering what had happened a few moments ago, and how warm the older nation felt…Arthur wanted to trust him. Arthur slowly nodded his head and got off the couch. He then walked over to Alfred and hesitantly took his hand.

America smiled as England took his hand. He then led them out of the living room and out the backdoor and headed into the yard. America then continued to walk, until he stopped a little bit away from where Scotland was sitting on the grass.

England followed America silently, wondering what was going on, and what the older nation wanted to show him. He then stiffened as he saw his older brother sitting in the grass. His grip tightened on America's hand and he looked up at the other nation with wide, fear filled eyes. Was he wrong to trust America? Why was he taking him to his brother?

Scotland turned around as he heard the soft sound of the grass crunching as the other two nations approached. He shifted a bit nervously and looked over at England. He could tell the younger nation was scared, and that he was the cause of this reaction. Scotland took a breath before he spoke softly. "A-Arthur…can you come here…?" He then motioned his hand for England to come closer.

England blinked as he heard his brother's voice. It was different then what he was used to. It sounded scared…and sad? It would normally sound angry, and cold. Arthur looked up at America, who just nodded his head and slowly let go of England's hand.

Arthur slowly made his way over, and sat besides Scotland in the grass. He looked back to make sure America was still standing there, before he looked out at the sky. There was a gentle breeze that blew, making his hair sway softly, along with the leaves of the trees, and the grass he sat upon. The sky continued to darken as he stared at it silently.

Scotland cleared his throat and broke the soft and slightly awkward silence that had settled around the two of them. He looked at the ground then, letting one of his hands start to pull the grass up from the ground and lay it in a pile. Scotland then turned his attention to England. "Listen England,…Arthur…" He started out. "I…I am sorry for what I and your other brothers have done. But…that is in the past." Scotland paused for a second and looked at England's wide surprised eyes. "I…I never…really wanted to hurt you. I-I was just so focused on the Roman's and, and my people's hatred…and we may have our fights, and we can get on each other's nerves, especially you with Ireland. You two definitely can get under each other's skin." Scotland smiled for a moment, before he scratched the back of his head. "What I guess I'm trying to tell you lad…is that….Even though we are nations, we are also brothers. I-I don't hate you. Even with some of the mean things I say or have said. I…I can never really hate you." Scotland then hesitantly put his hand out and ruffled England's hair. "I love you lad. Try not to forget that okay?"

All England could do was stare at his older brother. At first he didn't want to believe him, as he had learned from past mistakes about trusting others, but the Scot's words sounded so true, and sincere. And his touch was warm, and loving, something he had not felt for a long time. Arthur lifted a hand to his chest and felt his heart, for once the pain was replaced, with a swelled and warming feeling. He…loves me? Arthur couldn't help the tiny smile that started to form on his lips, or the small tears that started to fall down his face. Arthur then slowly and hesitantly crawled into his older brother's lap, looking up at him with a gentle smile.

Scotland blinked with surprise as England moved and sat on his lap. He then stared down at the tiny smile that had made it's way onto his brother's face. It was a true, genuine smile. One he had rarely seen on his brother. Scotland then smiled himself and slowly wrapped his arms around England and pulled him close. It was then that Scotland noticed the dancing lights that were floating about them. He reached out and gently caught one of them before he placed it into England's hands. "Oi, do you know what this is lad?" He whispered gently in England's ear.

England smiled more as his brother held him close. He felt a close bond between them, that he had longed after for a long time. He finally felt loved, and not hated by his older brother, and wished for this moment to never end. Arthur then let out a tiny giggle as the small firefly was placed in his hand, it's legs tickling his skin as it moved around on his palm. Arthur then looked up at his brother, that tiny smile never leaving his face. He then whispered back. "It's magic…"

Author's note: So how was the chapter you guys? Did you like the America and England fluff? Or what about the Scotland and iggy fluff? :D And what about the flashback? I wanted to make iggy's other brothers appear for once besides Scotland being the main one. With the next chapter you will all get to see what happens at the world meeting. What do you guys will think will happen? I would love to hear your thougths. :D

I love all the reviews you guys send me. I love hearing your thoughts and suggestions, and reviews help to keep me writing. And I will always try to address all of the reviews I get. :D Anyway, I will try to update soon, but as stated updates my be slow due to schooling and college classes. But I will try to update on the weekends. I hope you all with bare with me, and continue to read my story to end. As allways reviews and messages are always welcomed and apprechiated. :D

~Rose