Author's notes: So hello again! First as always I would like to thank everyone who has favriorted/alerted/reviewed my story. It always means a lot. And now time to address the reviews:

ThE-faInTinG-faNGirl: Yes the nation was Norway. XD But you will have to read to find out what happens. I hope you continue to read the story and thanks for your review.

Tiilly: I'm glad you liked the sealand and England interaction in the last chapter. And thank you for pointing out that one spelling mistake in the last chapter. I went back and made sure I fixed it. I did not mean to spell Wales the wrong way. I always mess up in my spelling like I will type 'Know' But I mean the word 'No'. Anyway thanks again, and I hope you continue to read the story.

sadfairy13: First thank you for the review. And I'm glad you are enjoying the story so far. And you were correct in saying that the nation that would help England is Norway.

B: Thank you for the reveiw. And I'm glad you like the story so far. And thanks for the link btw. I loved the waiters face. XD

IggyKitty: Yeah the flashbacks are sad... ;A; But I can promise you that it gets better! Well...not in this chapter...but soon! XD Well..maybe... you'll just have to read to find out! I'm glad you like the story so far and I hope that you will continue to read it. Thanks for the review. :D

Englandforever: Nope I'm still here! :D And yeah Sealand was pretty mean in that last chapter. And I'm gald you liked how I had the jealous America/France interaction. And I love you too! I love all of my reviwers. They always brighten up my day. :D

foREVerhauntingme: Well thanks for the review. And I hope you like this chapter. :D

darkangels1112: Well you were right on saying that the quiet person was one of the nordics. As it's Norway. And I'm glad you liked the fluff in the last chapter. I hope you like this one and continue to read my story. Thanks for the review.

putyournamehere: yeah Sealand was a big bully last chapter. And You were right in saying that the quite person was Norway. I'm glad you loved the last chapter and I hope you will like this one. Thanks for the review.

Yazuki Ookami: First thank you for your review. :D And I'm glad you like the story so far. And you are right about America's feelings and about the quite person being Norway. And you are defiently an answering machine! I hope you like this update. :D

LoLo98: I'm glad you think this is cute and that you like my story. Thanks for the review. And I hope you like this new chapter. :D

Maya: Yes, being stubborn and prideful does run in the Kirkland family. XD And I'm glad you like the new stylish bunny. And I agree, Italy's reaction to England last chapter was the best. And I'm glad you really like my story so far. I hope you continue to read it. And I hope you like this new chapter. :D

Dragontamer75: I really nailed it? Well I'm glad that you like my story so far then. :DD And thanks for your review. I hope that you continue to read it, and find it enjoyable.

So I hope you all enjoy this update, and I'm sorry in advance for any spelling or grammer mistakes.

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

~Rose

Everyone turned their heads to the sound of the new, quite voice. They turned their attention to the small, serious looking, Nordic nation. After a moment of sudden quite and stillness, America moved a bit closer to the smaller nation, with an eyebrow upraised.

"Do you really think you can help?" America asked quietly as he continued to hold a worried look.

Norway walked over to where Italy was still holding onto a squirming England. He looked over the young nation with calculating eyes. Then he looked back at America and nodded his head once. "Yes." He gave a simple reply. He then glanced back at England for a second. "I don't know the contents of the potions that changed him, but I can try to make a different one to turn him back to normal. I just need the right equipment."

America blinked for a second before he gave a small smile, relieved at the fact that someone could help the situation. "Well, you can use England's basement?" He gave a suggestion. "He has all sorts of weird magic junk and creepy shit like that down there."

Norway gave a bit of a nod before he continued to give England a calculating and hard stare. "But I suggest that we hurry up and try to fix this. Depending on what potions mixed and the ones that affected him, the more time he spends in that form, the more permanent it can become…."

America's small smile he had gained faded away quickly, and was replaced with another worried frown. He took in a deep breath before he nodded his head. "Right." The thought of England staying in his current state saddened him. The thought of not seeing his England again…never seeing his scowl when he teased him, his eyebrows furrowed when he was thinking, the slight blush England would get when he got too close…What would happen if he got even closer? He imagined England's face getting even redder, and he would stutter, then he would grab England and pull him closer to his chest and then… America blinked at this thought and his own cheeks started to get a dusting of pink. He was really thinking some weird thoughts at the moment. Thankfully Germany's loud voice pulled him away from them.

"It is settled then." Germany crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Norway, you will go with America and get England fixed up as soon as possible. Scotland, Ireland, and Wales, I want you to go as well. You three are all of England's brothers, and have more knowledge of this magic business and England's current state as well, it will be best to have you three there too." Germany kept a stern face as he looked over at Norway. He then gave a bit of a nod. "I expect good results. Inform me if anything to the situation has changed."

"What about moi?" France asked as he looked at the German nation as he had finished speaking. "I know a lot about Angleterre's past and I wish to help as well."

America couldn't help but give France an angry glare. "You may know a lot, but you don't really do a thing with that knowledge now do you?" America growled out. He didn't want France to help at all. The French nation had turned away from England when the small island nation needed it most. And there was also the fact that he had stolen one of England's smiles form him. Both of those reasons had made him angry at Francis, to the point of where he just wanted to give him a punch right in that bearded chin of his.

"America! Enough!" Germany shouted out before another fight could start. He then looked over at Francis and gave him a serious stare, before he let out a sigh. "You may go as well France." Germany then looked over at America, noticing the angry look he shot him. "France does know more about England's current state as well, it could be helpful he went along. "

"Whatever…" America let out a frustrated sigh as he watched Germany walk away to talk to Norway. He blinked however as France came closer and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I would like to have a word with you…" France said quietly as he pulled America to a secluded corner of the meeting room.

"Yeah, well maybe I don't want to listen." America said back heatedly, but he allowed himself to be lead to the corner. He then stood there with his arms crossed waiting for France to continue.

France stood there for a long moment, before he took in a deep breath and let out a long sigh. "I…I know what I have done in the past is wrong…." He ran a hand through his shoulder length blonde hair. "And… I have not done right by Angleterre…It is just…I had a hard time remembering his sadness…"

"It doesn't matter!" America shot back. "You should have comforted him, but you left him! You left him alone, just laying there crying and calling out your name!"

"Oui. And you have done the same thing have you not l'Amérique?" France said back heatedly. "We have both left and hurt Angleterre…but why can't you let my try to fix it?" France let out another sigh. "I know I wasn't there for him in the past as I should have been at times…and I ran away like a coward before…but after some thought I want to try to help…to let Angleterre know he is not alone…"

America winced at the mention of the revolution. He could easily remember the hurt look that was on England's face. The tears that ran down his cheeks that seemed to mix with the raindrops as the sky above drenched them in a downpour. And he could remember clearly the little, weak and broken voice that called out to him as he walked away leaving the other slumped in the dirt. America then took in a deep breath and gave France a stare before he relaxed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "He's not alone…He has me." He whispered quietly.

France raised an eyebrow at America's words. He then couldn't help but give a bit of a smirk, as he could read the emotion in America's eyes. "But does he know that?" He asked back.

America blinked at France, and then gave a confused look to the sudden smile on the man's lips. "Know what? That I'll always be there for him? Well he should! Because I'm the hero and I would never let anyone feel alone or sad!" America gave a bit of a huff and crossed his arms.

France then gave a chuckle before he shook his head. "Non. That is not what I meant l'Amérique." He then gave a bit of a sigh before he continued to give America a bit of smile. "It appears Americans really are quite dense then non? Well you will tell in him sooner or later I suppose…" France then gave a bit of shrug as he turned and started to walk away.

America stood there with confusion. He didn't understand what the Frenchman was trying to tell him at all. What did he mean by does England know? Know what? And what was he suppose to tell him? Alfred blinked as he was now watching Francis walk away. "Tell him what?" America called out as he started to go after France. "What are you talking about?"

France stopped and looked over his shoulder at America. He then gave him a bit of a smile, with a knowing shine in his eyes. "That is for you to figure out." He said back quietly before he continued walking and headed over to Norway and Germany.

"You would look so cute in a dress England!" Hungry cooed as she ruffled his hair, as he was still being crushed in Italy's arms. "I have some of Italy's dresses from when he was little…You would look so adorable wearing them!"

"Like I don't know." Poland said back looking England over. "I think the green would clash too much with his eyes. He should like be totally wearing pink or something."

"Well how about Romano's old dress?" Italy spoke up as he continued to hold the squirming Brit close to his chest. "It is pink." Italy then turned a bit and looked over at his older brother. "Veh, Lovino, do you still have your dress you wore when you were little?"

"What? Why the hell would I still own that stupid thing?" Romano fumed as he glared at his brother his face flushed a deep red. "And why are you talking about such things? Stupid brother…" Romano muttered and gave a huff.

"But Lovi, I still have your dress!" Antonio piped up as he put an arm around the now fuming Italian. "It always used to look so cute on you when you were little…"

"Don't touch me bastard!" Romano pushed Spain's arm off of him as his face grew even redder.

Spain then just gave a laugh and once again wrapped his arms around Romano. "Now you look like one of my tomatoes!"

"I said don't touch me!" Romano shouted again and started to squirm in Antonio's grasp.

"Lovino you do look like a tomato!" Italy chirped in happily as he released his grip on England and walked over to his brother.

England let out a sigh of relief as he was finally let go, and able to get away from the nations that were telling him to wear dresses. He was a boy wasn't he? Why would he wear such things? And he could have sworn the nation that was called Italy was a boy…but he had said he had worn a dress…? He hugged his bunny close as he looked around the meeting room. He spotted his brother Scotland along with his other brothers and quickly walked over.

England walked over to Scotland and gave him a tiny smile. He then gave his other brothers a nervous and worried look, but calmed down slightly when they gave him tiny smiles.

Ireland reached down and patted England on the head. "So ye small again huh? Never thought I would have ta see ya like this again… Though it's not much difference considering you are the shortest of all of us." Ireland then gave a laugh.

Wales rolled his eyes at Ireland but gave a small smile. He then knelt down to be at England's level and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll have you fixed in no time. Then you can go about yelling at Ireland just like you always do."

England blinked as he heard his brother's words. What were they talking about? Small again? But he had always been small hasn't he? And what did they mean by fix? The other nations had been talking about it as well… was he broken? Sick? And there was still that incident with Sealand… How was he related to the boy when he had just met him? England gave a bit of a confused frown before he pulled on Scotland's pant leg, hoping his older brother would have some answers.

Scotland blinked as he could feel England pulling on his pant leg. He looked down and raised a red-orange eyebrow, as he could tell something was bothering his little brother. "What is it lad?"

England shifted a bit as he had gained Scotland's attention. He held his stuffed bunny tightly as he looked up at Scotland with curious and confused eyes. "What…do they mean by fix?" He asked quietly. "And…how is Seawand my bwother…?"

Scotland and England's other brothers suddenly grew quiet as they heard England's questions. How were they going to explain to him that he had changed into a child and that he wasn't his current self?

Scotland shifted a bit awkwardly before he cleared his throat a bit. "Well…lad…ye aren't yourself right now…" Scotland then scrunched up his face in thought before he shook his head. "No, No…What I mean is, well you're different? Um…how do I explain this?" Scotland then looked at his brothers for help.

"The you right now isn't the real you." Ireland jumped in trying to help. "And Sealand is your little brother because the real you made him as a sea fort in one of the wars." He then gave a shrug.

England blinked extremely confused. So if he wasn't the real England…then that made him a fake? Then who was the real England? And what war was Ireland talking about? Now England was even more confused, and a bit scared. He looked up at his brothers with troubled eyes. "So…I not real?" He asked quietly holding his bunny tightly to his chest, with a small frown on his face.

Wales quickly shook his head. "No. You're real England! It's just…you're not yourself right now…" The Welsh nation then let out a sigh and slap a hand to his forehead. "This is so difficult. Why can't America explain it? It was his fault…"

England blinked at the mention of America's name. America had something to do with him needing to be fixed? And this raised more questions about the American. America was nice, and had taken care of him so far…so what relation did he have to America? "Is Amewica my bwother?" Arthur asked quietly, his wide eyes directed at his older siblings.

All three of England's brothers stood still and grew a bit stiff at this question. Then Scotland let out a sigh. "That's something ye need to ask America…" He mumbled quietly, and motioned over to where said nation was mumbling to himself in a corner.

"If I don't know what to tell him…" America mumbled with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Then I don't have to tell him anything. France doesn't know anything either…stupid wine bastard…" America then blinked and stopped in his mumble rant as he heard a familiar, accent voice.

"Amewica…?"

America looked down to see England standing there, holding his bunny and looking troubled. America knelt down and gave him a reassuring smile. "What's up? IS your bunny in trouble again? I can fix it for you this time if you want? And I can give it an amazing American tie, that's why better then the one France gave you!"

England blinked before he shook his head slowly. "No…" He then shifted a bit nervously, before he spoke softly. "Awe you the weason I have to be fixed? Why I need to be fixed?"

America was silent for a moment before he let out a sigh, and reached out to ruffle England's hair. "Yeah…it's my fault you need to be fixed. I don't know if you remember…Probably not…But I accidently pushed you into some of your potions making you small…But don't worry we'll fix you in no time!"

England was still very confused. "Potions?" He tilted his head to the side. "But…I aweady small…" Trying to figure out what was wrong with him was hurting his head.

America just let out another sigh, and gave England a small smile. "Just don't worry about it England. I'm the hero so I'll make everything better alright?"

England slowly nodded his head. He was then quiet for a moment before he asked his next question. "Amewica…Are you my bwother?"

America grew still at this question. Then after a few seconds he scratched the back of his head a bit awkwardly and nervously. "No. I'm not..." He then was silent for another few moments. "Well…I use to be, but not anymore."

"Use to?" Arthur didn't like how uncomfortable America seemed to be getting from this topic. And he didn't understand what he meant by not his brother anymore. So America had been his brother before…so what happened to change that?

"Yeah…" America looked down at the floor for a moment, his face taking on a deep frown. "When you were…Um, your regular self…I broke away from you. I didn't want to be your brother anymore…" Alfred frowned and continued to look at the floor, really wishing that this conversation would end.

"Not want to be bwothers anymore…" England mumbled back quietly. His heart clenthced in his chest and started to cause him pain. So he didn't like him anymore? He didn't want to be with him anymore…he didn't love him anymore… England curled his tiny hands into fists and looked down at the ground. So if he didn't want to be his brother anymore then why…Why did his hugs feel so warm? Why did he like the smiles he gave him? Why did he act like he loved him? "So you weave." England stated, his voice coming out weak, as he was trying to hold off his tears. Everyone always left.

"Yeah…" America mumbled back. He didn't like the pain that was in England's voice. He looked up and blinked as he saw the small island nation standing there trembling. He then reached out putting a hand on England's shoulder. "Listen, Arthur-" America was cut off as England roughly shook off his arm.

"No! I don't wisten to wiers!" England cried out harshly, earning the attention of everyone in the meeting room. The tears were flowing freely down his face now, as was sharp, loud sobs escaping his throat. Then Arthur turned quickly and ran right out through the doors of the meeting room. He managed to make his way to the entrance of the building and than ran out through the front door and into the heavy rain, the tears now mixing with the rain droplets. He continued to run not really knowing where he was going, and getting lost on his own London streets.

Author's notes: Sorry if this chapter seemed rushed. The next chapter will be better! So but other then that how did you guys like this chapter? France seems to know something that America doesn't...hmmm... And oh no! England has run off again! What is going to happen? Well anyway I hope you guys liked this chapter and I will try to update soon. :D And as always reviews are welcomed and much apprechiated, they help to keep me writing. :D

~Rose