Just for the heads up…this story isn't gonna contain yaoi. I'm trying to avoid it because I like to keep people in character and I like to respect the original story and come on guys it doesn't always have to be about yaoi. I stroll down the fanfics submitted today for Hetalia and like 98% of it has a yaoi pairing. It makes me kind of sad because it ruins this anime's reputation and makes people not want to watch this show because of the crazy fan base. I also bet more guys would watch this show if fans weren't always talking about the yaoi. My dad and my brother and my guy friend enjoy the show because I have never exposed them to the fanbase. Haha you know what? Just read and if you want to hear the rest of my rant, it's after the story.

Arthur dragged Francis out of the car and hooked the other's arms around his neck so that he could drag the unconscious body back to his house. It took all his strength to take a few slow heavy steps toward the front door before Arthur stopped to adjust his grip on Francis.

"Geez, I need to loose some weight." Arthur whispered as he continued hauling the body. "I swear…if anybody that I know happens to pass us right now, I'm going to kill you later Francis." Arthur hissed when he realized his situation. This must look really bad; him looking like France while he carried an unconscious England into a house. Yes very appropriate. Arthur thought sarcastically as he finally made it into his house and dropped Francis on the nearest couch. He would have just dropped him on the floor, but he didn't want to damage his own body, so he made sure to be careful. Arthur sighed as the heavy burden was lifted off of his back. He took a seat on the couch by Francis's feet and looked at his own body sleeping. This was the weirdest this he had ever looked at…how many people actually got to see themselves sleeping? Well without the help of a camera.

Arthur sighed and got up to make some tea, he really needed some quiet time. And now all he would have to wait for was for Francis to wake up, or the fairies to make their appearance; whichever came first. At least he hoped the fairies would come; they usually did. They would hang out around his garden or house, illuminating the areas with their magical presence as they giggled and played. Arthur glanced at the elegant grandfather clock in the corner of the living room.

"3:00 huh?" Arthur stated. He had left the meeting two hours early and he felt regret for his reputation. He would have liked to return, but what benefit would that have for him? He still looked like France. At least this meeting wasn't all that major; it was one of the smaller meetings that happened every three months. Not the one that occurs at the beginning of every bloody year. Those take more than one day, and were the absolute most boring things that ever take place on this whole earth.

Having nothing better to do, Arthur grabbed a book to read. He had a couple of hours to kill.

Arthur put the book down as he heard his phone ringing. He grudgingly got up from his favorite chair and made his way to the phone.

"Hullo?" He drawled out.

"Dude Arthur is that you? You sound kinda sick."

Sick? Oh yes that excuse was perfect to cover up his voice. "Yes Alfred I'm sick, but I should be fine." Arthur faked a cough. "And umm that's why I was acting so awful at the meeting."

"Okay dude. Don't try to lie about that."

Arthur's froze. What does he know? "What are you talking about, Alfred?" Arthur spluttered out.

"We found some wine by your seat. I think you were drunk." Alfred stated as if he had just solved the most difficult mystery of the century. "Haha I didn't think you were crazy enough to ever get drunk at a meeting. You're awesome dude." Alfred laughed.

"No that's not awesome! I-I... umm. France said it was a good remedy to help me shake this sickness off!" Yeah that's right…lie. Lie my bloody ass off. "A-a-and he took me home because he felt guilty that it didn't work."

"…is he still there?" Alfred asked.

"Ye- NO. No, he left as soon as he dropped me off. He had no other business at my house." Arthur lied again.

"Is that so?"

"It is."

"Then I'm coming over."

"You what? No. Why? When?" Arthur panicked.

"I'm just making sure that you are getting better. Can't have you dying on me. I'm the hero." Alfred responded with a triumphant laugh. "And without you I wont ever get to see the last movie of Harry Potter." He mumbled. "BYE! See ya soon. I'm still in London so I won't be long." Arthur didn't have time to respond as he heard Alfred hang up.

"Fuck!" Arthur rushed to Francis, who was till snoozing on the couch, and started shaking him violently. "WAKE UP YOU BLOODY FROG! WAKE UP!" Arthur hesitated, but slapped him on the face and continued to shake him. "WAKE UP! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WAKE UP!"

Francis's eyes fluttered with a groan as he tried to swat Arthur's hands off of him. He grumbled and tried to turn and fall back to sleep. "WAKE UP!" Arthur turned Francis on his back. "Alfred's coming over and he needs to see you! So wake up!" At this comment, Francis's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why would he need to see me? Francis tried to focus his vision on the angry Brit that was practically attacking him, bringing his hands up to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes.

"AGH!" Francis yelled as soon as he saw what looked like himself attacking himself. He panicked and fell from the couch and onto the hard floor before he had remembered the body switch. "Oww…" Francis whined as he rubbed his back that had collided with the floor.

"Good, your up. Alfred's coming over to, check on me." He emphasized the last part with an annoyed tone. "So you have to act like me and I'm going to hide out in one of the back rooms."

"Why? Why can't you just stay out here?" Francis asked, very confused. He had a headache and his back still hurt from the fall. Not to mention, from his point of view, it looked like he was having a conversation with himself…very mind boggling.

"Because, I already told the idiot American that 'France' left. Therefore, I must leave. I also told him that I was sick, so you must act like you are sick."

"Alright, that won't be hard to do." Francis replied.

"Good. He will arrive shortly…so uhh. I guess hurry and wash your face and change into something a bit more comfortable. When I get sick, I usually wear my pajamas." Seeing the blank stare on Francis's face, Arthur got a bit irritated. "Well go on then! My pajamas are on the top drawer and I'm pretty sure you know where my bathroom is. Can't have the smell of alcohol lingering on you, so wash up." Francis nodded as he dragged his body like a zombie to Arthur's room to fetch the pajamas.

Locking himself in the bathroom, Francis let the water in the sink run before he stared back at his reflection. This has to be a nightmare. Francis thought as he stared into pools of green. He took a bar of soap and a rag that he found and started to scrub his face. He didn't have time for a shower, though he really had the desire for one. He felt so out of place and foreign to the body that his mind had been placed in. He needed to refresh himself. After drying his face he looked around and spotted the toilet. I really need to take a piss. Realizing something, Francis let a devilish smirk cross his features.

"Ohhh Arthur~!" he called out to the other side of the door. He waited till he heard footsteps near the bath room and a voice call out to him.

"What is it frog?"

"I have to use the bathroom."

"So?" Arthur asked starting to pick up on the mischievous tone that Francis was using.

"Soo, that means I'm going to have to see…well you know." Francis mocked. Finally Arthur got where he was going with this.

Why is he telling me this? Is he trying to piss me off? "Stop acting so immature and hurry before Alfred comes." Arthur said trying to sound annoyed, when deep down he was actually getting a bit embarrassed.

"Hmm…I'm not impressed, Angleterre." Arthur heard Francis call out from the other side of the door after he heard the faint sound of a zipper unzipping.

"Shut up!" His face grew red from both anger and embarrassment. "J-just hurry and get changed. I'm sure your head is killing you."

Francis sighed, "Oui it is. How did you know?" He asked wearily.

"Because that's my body. I know how it reacts with alcohol. There are some pain killers in the cabinet." Arthur mumbled before he stormed off. Stupid frog has no business looking there. Arthur grabbed the book he was reading before he heard knocking on the front door. Impatient loud obnoxious knocking. Arthur rolled his eyes before retreating to the back of the house, whispering to Francis that Alfred was here, and locking himself in his own bedroom in the back.

Francis rushed out from the bathroom, quickly grabbed a blanket from the cabinet hall, and wrapped it around his shoulders. I have to look sick. Then he took the doorknob in his hand, turned it and revealed a very happy looking American.

"SUP dude! How are you?"

"Fine." Francis stated flatly before faking a cough and retreating to the couch to lay on it and look sick.

"Hmm well you don't look fine…but no need to fret. That's why the hero is here! And that's why I brought-" Alfred reached into his pocket. "THIS!" He held in his palm a burger. He strode over to Francis and placed it on his head. "France told me that this doesn't work, but since you told me that he's nothing more than a perverted frog that only ever has sex on his mind, I didn't believe him. I mean like, what can he know?" Alfred ranted on as he took a bite from the burger before replacing it on Francis's head.

"He was right Alfred. This doesn't work." Francis growled before shoving the burger back into Alfred's hands. Stupid Arthur, ruining my good name. "You ought to give Francis more credit. He's very strong you know."

Alfred paused, "Arthur are you felling okay?"

"Just fine. Now, back to Francis." Francis pretended to wheeze out. "He's a nice smart guy that you need to give more credit to. He's also more handsome than I could ever hope to be. Remember that Alfred. Promise me that you will remember that."

Alfred stood confused. Arthur wouldn't really say all this would he? But he said he was fine… "Umm okay Arty…what ever you say."

"And remember…Francis's food is a lot better than mine could ever hope to be, you should try it more often."

"Err…okay?"

"And...um… you know what? His country is just better than mine in general."

"Okay Arty now you're just beating yourself up. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. I just want to rest." Francis lied, though now that he thought about it, he was getting a bit tired from the hangover. France closed his eyes and pretended to go to sleep.

"Umm…okay. I'll just stick around for a while…I guess."

"No you don't have to…"

"Yes I do. I'm the hero." Alfred insisted.

"Grr…fine." Maybe he could just try to wait out Alfred's visit by taking a nap. "Just…turn off the lights." Francis heard the lights click off and Alfred take a seat at the foot of the couch where his feet were. Francis adjusted the blanket on him self and tried to drift off to sleep... That is until he started hearing giggling. "Alfred cut it out."

"Cut what out?"

"The giggling."

"I'm not giggling."

"I just heard you."

"That wasn't me."

"Then did you here it?"

"Umm no. Are you sure your okay Arthur?"

Francis tried to look around the dark room but couldn't see anything in the dim lighting that would have made the noise. Maybe Arthur's watching television in his room and has the volume on a bit too loud. Francis concluded. He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. He was closer to sleep this time when he heard the giggling again, this time right next to his ear. Francis snapped his eyes opened as a bright glowing pink light was seen at the corner of his eye. He turned his head to see a small…girl? A small girl…no, that couldn't describe her, she was tiny; she could fit in the palm of his hand. And…she had wings.

"Hello Arthur!"

"Agghh! Sacre Bleu! What is that!" Francis sprung to his feet startling both the fairy and Alfred, and ran to the other side of the living room.

"What's what?" Alfred panicked as he looked around the room. The sudden outburst was enough for Alfred to not even consider 'Arthur's' French.

"T-t-that thing." Francis pointed to the glowing creature sitting on the couch. "I-I-Is that what I think it is?" By now, Francis was so worked up, that he had forgotten to cover up his accent and was speaking with his normal French drawl.

"Ohhh…I see. You aren't Arthur are you?" The fairy replied in her high pitched voice.

"Dude what are you talking about? Nothing's there. Now just relax, your starting to sound…weird." Alfred walked over to Francis and tried to get him to lie back down on the couch.

"Where's Arthur?" The fairy asked.

"I-In his bedroom." Francis replied, now starting to calm down. He had actually thought he had seen fairies before, they were hanging around Arthur one time when he was sleeping, but it was for a split second before they vanished, so he concluded he was just seeing things. But this…these creatures were real. And…oddly enough, very beautiful. Though not in his normal perverted way, no this creature had a sense of purity, grace and divinity. He didn't really believe Arthur when he said that the fairies gave him the wand, he thought maybe they were just some random people that…dressed like fairies? How was Arthur able to see such beings of perfection? And if these were merely fairies…Francis wondered what angels were like. Okay now he was starting to get off topic.

"What's in whose bedroom?" Alfred asked. Geez is this guy hallucinating?

"Got it!" The fairy sped off the couch and to the back of the house, where Arthur was waiting.

"Arthur?"

Francis broke out of his trance and turned to Alfred. "Umm nothing. I was just thinking that I left my sweater in my bedroom." Francis tried to lie.

"Oh then I'll go get it!" Alfred yelled as he starting speeding off to the room totally forgetting about Francis's outburst a few seconds ago.

"NO!" Francis panicked. Okay that was a bad lie. "I-I'm not cold. I don't need it."

Alfred pouted. "Then why were you thinking about it?" He whined.

"Because…I like that sweater?"

"You…like that sweater?" Alfred asked suspiciously.

"Yes." This was the worst lie in the history of all lies and all that lies. Francis mentally groaned at his stupidity.

"If you like it that much I'll go and get it for you." Alfred insisted as he started to walk back to the bedroom down the hall.

"No you really shouldn't bother."

"It's cool. Just go lay down." And stop freakin hallucinating.

"No really it's okay. I don't want the sweater." Francis replied getting angry.

Meanwhile~

Arthur laid in his bed finishing up his book. The light was dim and it was actually very soothing, outside he could here a light drizzle and the sun was setting…or so he thought. He couldn't see it past the clouds. He later planned to finish up some sewing and then, ask the fairies as soon as they arrive, to make him a new wand, then get a good nights sleep. Yes that sounded like a good way to spend the evening.

"Agghh! Sacre Bleu! What is that!" Arthur jumped as he heard yelling coming from his living room.

"Urrrghhh that bloody frog. I'm going to kill him." Arthur grumbled to himself before going back to reading. Arthur heard the doorknob handle turn and he took his eyes off his book to see who was entering. He tensed, just in case it was Alfred but seeing as nobody stepped inside and the door closed, Arthur looked around for a magical creature.

"Okay where are you? I need to talk to you." Arthur got to his feet and started scanning the room.

"I'm right here!" The fairy called out from the foot of the bed.

"Your going to have to call out or something. I can't see you." Arthur beckoned.

The fairy rolled her eyes and flew right in front of Arthur's face. "SEE ME NOW?" She taunted.

"Come on give me a sign or something little fairy. Where are you?" Arthur called out.

"Oh my gosh." The fairy gasped. "You can't see me." She hung her head in sorrow. This isn't his body, and that's why the other Arthur was able to see him. I must get his attention! The fairy started to pull at Arthur's hair.

Arthur noticed it and immediately turned in the direction. Seeing his hair, or more like France's long silky hair, being pulled by an invisible force, Arthur caught on as well.

"I can't see you can I?" He said with sadness in his voice. "But I need to talk to you!" He called out to the fairy. "Here I have some paper in my office! We can write to each other. Come on." Arthur called out as he made his way to the office room that was connected with his bedroom, and shut the door behind him.

"I DON'T NEED THE DAMN SWEATER AL…fred?" Francis peered around the bedroom that Alfred had just opened the door to. It was empty. Francis sighed in relief. That was close. Arthur would have killed me. He quickly entered the room and grabbed the first sweater that he found in the closet and returned to America's side. "There, let's go now." Francis closed the door and started walking back to the living room without even sending a passing glance to Alfred. Honestly, was the boy's head filled with hamburgers? Couldn't he take the hint that he didn't need help? But of course not, that's how Alfred has always been; stubborn, but meaning well.

Francis sighed and took his place back on the couch to try to go back to napping.

"Umm why sleep on the couch?" Alfred asked; his voice a bit more gentle. "I mean, you have a nice bed and if you're sick you should try to be as comfortable as possible. I think. That's what my president makes me do when I'm sick." Alfred shrugged.

"No it's okay Alfred. I…um…don't want to get my bed full of my sick germs."

"Oh…umm okay. I'll just leave you to sleep." Alfred took his seat at the foot of the couch again and looked around the room. The sun had set, and the room was pretty dark but the rain was creating a peaceful setting. After a few minutes, Alfred heard Francis's breathing growing full and steady and his face was visibly relaxed.

"Hmm…asleep." Alfred concluded as a chilling breeze made it's was to Alfred, making him shiver. It was pretty cold, he should probably go get 'England' another blanket. Alfred got up from the couch and strolled down the hall. "I'll just get one from Arthur's bed. I'm sure he won't mind." He reached the same bedroom he had been in approximately twenty minutes ago and entered it quietly.

Meanwhile~

Arthur took out a piece of paper and a pencil and started to write.

The idiot frog broke my wand and we ended up like this. Can you and your friends possibly make me another wand?

Arthur put the pencil down and waited for the fairy to pick it up and write down her response.

Umm…sure Arthur. But umm. It kind of took us years to make the last wand. Five years to be more exact.

Arthur's breath hitched as he read the sentence that had just been written. Five years. FIIIIIIIVVVEE YYEAARRSS? "WHHHHAAAATTTTTT!" Arthur screamed out.

Alfred entered the bedroom and was in the middle of taking some blankets off the bed before a scream from nearby startled him.

"WHHHHAAAATTTTTT!"

Alfred dropped all the blankets in his arms in panic before he started looking around the room, seeing the door to Arthur's office, he made his way over.

"Who's there!" He called out, trying to sound manly and heroic. "I have you know that you are trespassing." Alfred listened closely to the door only to be met with angry heavy breathing, angry nonsensical yelling and what sounded like papers flying everywhere. "Who's in there?"

"BLOODY FUCKING HELL. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! NOOOOOOOOO! SHIT! AARGGHH THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" Arthur threw some papers to the floor and kicked the side of his desk. Out side the thunder clashed. "STOP ADDING TO MY MOOD STUPID THUNDER!" Arthur took a seat at his desk and groaned as he put his head in his hands. He looked between his fingers when he saw the pencil moving on its own, indicating that the fairy was writing more.

Umm yeah. Sorry about that. But there really isn't anything I can do. You're going to have to wait or something.

"What about a potion? Huh! Could that work?" Arthur called out.

I don't know such a potion. Potions generally are meant for only one person and they affect that sole individual. This requires something a bit more advanced.

"Then can't you do it? You're magical!" Arthur pleaded.

Not as magical as you! I'm just a fairy.

"Well then how about a lot of you! There has to be something!"

I don't think that will work. We don't have that kind of magic Arthur.

Arthur groaned and banged his head on the desk. "I'm *bang* going *bang* to *bang* kill *bang* that *bang* frooog *bang*." Arthur let his head rest on the desk and closed his eyes in frustration. However his eyes snapped back open when he heard knocking on the office door.

"Who's in here?" He heard Alfred's voice call out. Arthur scoffed at Alfred's "tough* voice. He could easily tell that the American was sort of scared. But this wasn't the time to think about that, he had to hide. He panicked and looked around the room and saw no where to hide. Nowhere. Arthur mentally cursed at himself for not buying more suitable furniture to hide in. Just as he heard the door knob turn, Arthur jumped and crouched behind his desk.

"Heellloo?" Alfred called out as he scanned the seemingly empty room. "I heard someone in here. Show yourself." Alfred took a few steps in. "I…umm I know kung fu! So don't you dare think about sneaking up on me." Alfred called out a bit frightened. He looked around. It looked empty…sure there were papers on the floor, indicating that someone had been here, but they was no one to be seen now. At this point, the fairy decided to try and leave the room quietly however she tripped over the pencil, causing it to fly off the desk. Alfred's eyes widened. "Th-th-th-e pencil. I-I-It- flew off…" Alfred's sucked in a big breath. "AAARRRTTTHHUUURRRRR! YOUR HOUSE IS HAUNTED!" Alfred screamed and ran out of the room before making his way to the living room…and jumping on the couch that Francis was so happily sleeping on.

"ARTHUR WAKE UP. DUDE WAKE UP! THERE'S A GHOST IN YOUR OFFICE. AAGGHHHHHHH!" By now Francis realized he was being squeezed in a tight hug by a very frightened Alfred and groaned at the rude awakening.

"Alfred! Calm down!" Francis tried to pry Alfred off of him. "What happened?"

"I-I was in your room getting some blankets…and I heard some voices in your office so when I checked in there. NO ONE WAS THERE! And then a pencil FLEW AT ME! AHHHHH!" Alfred buried his face into Francis's shirt. Francis had heard from Arthur that Alfred was truly terrified of ghost and things like that, but he didn't think it was THIS bad. This is just ridiculous!

"Alfred stop! Get off of me! There is no ghost!"

Alfred wiped a single tear and sniffed. "There's not?"

Francis thought for a bit. What he heard was probably Arthur talking, and from his earlier experience, he was probably talking to his fairy friend. Francis sighed. How was he going to cover this up.

"You know what? Yes I think there was a ghost Alfred." Francis said in his fake accented voice. "I think you should leave!" He acted generally worried, but of course he was just trying to get Alfred out.

"Okay we will go back to my place. It's not haunted there."

"No Alfred. I'm not going."

"What? I cant leave you here alone in a haunted house!"

"I'll be fine Alfred."

"With a ghost! You're out of your mind dude!"

"You have no idea." Francis mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing. Look Alfred, I'm staying here. I have no problem with the ghost. You may leave if you have a problem with it."

"But I'm the hero! I can't leave you here if there is a ghost in the house!"

By now Arthur had snuck into the kitchen to see what was up with Alfred and Francis, he could hear everything in the living room clearly from his place. He also had to tell Francis the very bad news about the wand. Arthur shuddered. There had to be a way to fix this.

"Look you don't have to be a hero. I don't need saving!" Francis cried out.

"Dude. No way. It's the sickness talking. Nobody in their right mind would want to live with a ghost." Alfred said as if he was scolding a small child.

"Stop it, you aren't a hero! You've never saved anyone! Hero's are smarter than you!"

Alfred dramatically gasped and clutched his heart. He stared at Francis with wide eyes and mouth gaped open.

From the kitchen Arthur face palmed. That idiot. Out of all the years that Arthur has known Alfred, he picked up on the taboo words that Alfred just doesn't want to hear. One was marmite. The little idiot. And another one was telling him that he isn't a hero. His main life philosophy is based off of that whole concept, hearing that he is a failed hero or not one at all will ruin his whole week. That is until Arthur found out what stopped this. He ran to the freezer and looked for his stash of emergency ice cream. (It was usually reserved for Alfred. He also usually kept one on him just in case.) He grabbed the nearest case of a small carton of vanilla ice cream and ran to the door connected to the living room. By now Alfred had started hyperventilating and Francis was looking freaked out. Arthur waved his arms from the doorway trying to grab Francis's attention, which thankfully was successful without Alfred knowing. Arthur tossed the ice cream to Francis and retreated back to the kitchen.

"Alfred here! Look! Ice cream!"

Alfred calmed. "W-w-what?"

"Look, ice cream." Francis offered. "You want some?"

Alfred nodded his head childishly and took the carton. He sat on the couch and started to gulp down the whole thing.

As Francis waited for the American to finish his ice cream, the phone rang. Francis reached over and grabbed the phone placed on the table next to the couch.

"Hello?" He answered in his fake accent.

"Hello England? Is America over there? He was supposed to be on his way to Washington DC as soon as the meeting was over. Where is he?" The president yelled.

"He's here. Sorry. I'll send him right over. Good bye." Francis hung up the phone and turned to Alfred who was hiding a guilty face.

"Alfred?" Francis called out like he was speaking to a child in trouble. "Are you supposed to be somewhere else?"

"Maybe…" Alfred's eyes darted around the room.

"Then shouldn't you start going? Your boss is pretty angry." France replied sternly though in his head he was relieved that Alfred was finally leaving.

"But you were sick, and I needed to be the hero. You need help!"

Francis sighed at the sincerity of Alfred's voice. It truly all was all that the stubborn boy wanted to do: help. "Thank you Alfred, but I think you helped me enough. If I need anything, I'll call you…or I'll call Francis because he lives closer. And remember what I told you about Francis earlier, okay? Don't forget it."

"You mean about him being a better cook, better looking and an overall better country than you?"

"Exactly. Now, Alfred you must be going now." Francis practically shoved the American toward the door. "I'll see you soon."

"Okay, I'll visit as soon as I can." Alfred called out before he left the building. Francis shut the door and let out the biggest sigh of his life.

"Now you know what I have to deal with all the time." Arthur came out of from the kitchen and to the living room where Francis was.

"Oui. That was hard to handle." Francis agreed as he took his seat back on the couch as he started to rub his temples.

"Psshh you think that was hard to handle." Arthur scoffed and sat beside him. By now, Francis had noticed that Arthur looked more pissed off then usual…true it was because being pissed off didn't suite the face he was in now, but he could easily tell that something was bugging the British man. But he was still talking rather calm, which was starting to freak Francis out a bit.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well how about I say that it takes five years to make a new wand and then I go and I strangle you for breaking my wand in the first place." Arthur announced in a cheery tone as if he was saying what he wanted for lunch. "Does that sound like a good plan? Because I think so. Think that you can handle that?"

Francis's face paled. "F-f-f-five years?"

"Yes Francis! Fiiive years!" Arthur said with an unnatural smile. "Isn't that just bloody wonderful!"

France noticed an aura that had started to rise from Arthur; an aura very similar to a Russian man that they knew. Francis swallowed. "Now, now Arthur. There must be something we can do."

"Nope there isn't! There is nothing that I can do! So you know what Iam going to do?"

Francis starting backing away, "Now, now Angleterre. You wouldn't do anything to your own body now would you?"

"Hmm I don't know. It has five years to heal before I get it back." Arthur replied with the creepy grin that was still plastered on his face. Francis barely had time to think before a lamp zoomed by his head. Francis jumped from his seat and ran to the front door.

"Angleterre stop!" Francis shrieked as he dodged a wooden clock that had been aimed at his face. He pried at the door knob finally getting it open as he zoomed outside. Francis had taken a few steps before he realized he had an angry Brit hot on his trail. France let out a not so manly shriek as he started running faster. Normally he would have stopped and fought, but Arthur had that evil look in his eye. The look that he hasn't seen in hundreds of years. The fierce piercing glare of a pirate. Even with his face looking like France's, it was still obviously there.

"GET BACK HERE FROG SO I CAN KILL YOU!" The night was dark and it was still raining, instantly getting both soaked and Francis shivering from both fear and cold. They ran for a good ten minutes before Francis lost Arthur in a crowd once they got to the main part of London. It was barely nine, so there were still plenty of people around. Francis found a phone booth and tried to find some money in the pajama pants that he was wearing. Unfortunately there was none. He got out of the phone booth and started asking random strangers.

"Excuse me Madame? Could you spare me some change for the phone?"

"Sorry, I don't have any."

"Monsieur? Spare change for the phone please?"

"No."

"Oh come on! I-I-I'm your country! Don't you recognize me?" Francis tried.

The man who rejected him change looked back at him. "Oh yeah…sorry." He dished out the money he had in his pocket and handed it to Francis. "There." He said flatly before heading off. Francis took the money and called the first person that came to mind.

"Come on Antonio. Pick up."

The phone rang for a while before a drunk voice answered it. "H-hola?"

"Antonio! This…is…ugh." Should he lie and still say that he was Arthur? Hoping that he would still help him. "This is Arthur. I need your help." Before Francis had time to explain himself, Spain hung up. "Damn him." Francis cursed before taking some more change that the man had given him and made the next call.

"Hallo?"

"Gilbert! It's Arthur. I need your help!"

"Arthur?" Francis could tell that Gilbert too was drunk. "Aren't ya suppose ta be with Franshish?" By now, Francis finally remembered why both Antonio and Spain were drunk, they had planned to go drinking all together after the meeting and he was supposed to be their with them.

"Eh never mind. You two are too drunk." Francis hung up and used the last of his money to call the next person he could think of.

"Hello?"

"Mathieu! Where are you!"

"On a plane home, why?" Francis's heart fell. There was no way that Mathew could come and save him, everybody was on their way home from the meeting. "Never mind…" Francis hung up the phone and sighed.

"THERE YOU ARE!"

"AGH!" France let out another girly scream as he realized Arthur was on the outside of the phone booth…and he was trapped on the inside. "Now calm down Arthur. We all know that this was an accident. There is no one person at fault. We should just calm down."

"I AM CALM!"

"Okay!" Francis squeaked. "Let's just try to find a way to cope with this"

"I already FOUND A WAY!"

"One without violence please!" Francis called out trying to keep the door to the phone booth shut. By now some people passing by had noticed the fight and they were earning a few stares.

"Okay then what do you suggest?" Arthur replied with that smile again as he practically ripped the door open.

"Science?" Francis squeaked out before he heard the sound of a fist hitting his jaw and everything went black.

Before I say anything else, I want to say sorry. I didn't intend to update so late, but my internet went down for like a while and when it went back up, I had a lot of projects and finals to do because I am about to graduate. So I was like, do the homework that will decide if I graduate…or update fanfiction. I decided to do homework. So sorry, but now I will probably start updating this weekly or every few days. Yay.

Okay but to finish what I was saying in the beginning, I loved history before I loved Hetalia and because I like history, is the reason I watched Hetalia, not the other way around. So it's a little insulting when people insult this fanbase as being crazy yaoi ignorant girls who like history because it oh so suddenly became hot. *sigh* I was also taught to be patriotic by my parents and they yell at me if I make a crack at America. So I have also always been patriotic. Sorry it just bugs me that people think that the only substance in Hetalia is the yaoi. And that is why I plan to dish out more non-yaoi stories! *determined face* I also hate it when people like Hetalia mainly for the yaoi, it destroys a little part of my soul. T-T

And don't get me wrong, I don't hate yaoi. But it is true that I only like one pairing. Out of every anime I have ever watched, EVERY ANIME, I only like one; FRUK. Lol but I will put it aside for friendship.

Oh and freakin thank you for all the reviews and favorite thingys! I'll update soon!