Alfred F. Jones

Montreal, Quebec

October 26, 2163

I could hear him taking a shower, and I wondered If I should go through his room to go and see my little cousins or if I should go and knock on their door and risk getting smacked by Germany.

"...if I just go through his room I won't get smacked and he's in the shower so he won't be able to yell at me..." a thought suddenly occured to me, "but if he's in the shower, he's... naked."

My whole face went red and I had to smack my head against the wall to refocus.

I sighed and opened the connecting door, walking silently across the carpet and into England's room.

I heard the strangest voice, echoing through my mind, "Os ydych yn ceisio twyllo ni, byddwch yn ad-dalu o fath arall... Os ydych yn ceisio sbïo ar atom, fyddwch chi ddim yn hoffi hyn yr ydych yn dod o hyd i... Before you join our fairy circle, there is something you must know; if you come and join us here, you won't see fit to go..."

It sounded almost like a woman's voice...

"Os ydych yn ceisio twyllo ni, byddwch yn ad-dalu o fath arall... Os ydych yn ceisio sbïo ar atom, fyddwch chi ddim yn hoffi hyn yr ydych yn dod o hyd i... We control the winds of fate, and twist the threads of time, but the way we do these things is truly not a crime..."

...the same phrase repeated, 'Os ydych yn ceisio twyllo ni, byddwch yn ad-dalu o fath arall... Os ydych yn ceisio sbïo ar atom, fyddwch chi ddim yn hoffi hyn yr ydych yn dod o hyd i...' over and over again...

"Os ydych yn ceisio twyllo ni, byddwch yn ad-dalu o fath arall... Os ydych yn ceisio sbïo ar atom, fyddwch chi ddim yn hoffi hyn yr ydych yn dod o hyd i... We attract the mind and body in our magical ring whilst we chant the words of Circe, singing war songs for our King..."

I felt lulled and sped up my walk, fighting to stay silent.

"Os ydych yn ceisio twyllo ni, byddwch yn ad-dalu o fath arall... Os ydych yn ceisio sbïo ar atom, fyddwch chi ddim yn hoffi hyn yr ydych yn dod o hyd i... We hold you here, stirring and capturing your mind, but if you try to leave us, there'll be nothing left to find..."

I opened the door and hurried through, almost slamming the door as I went. I leaned against the door and slid down, freaking out in silence. I waited for a few moments and then tried to find Germany. Instead I found my little cousin, Robin.

"Hi, Robin..." I said, keeping my voice low.

"Hiya, Al," she said, grinning.

She was eating some kind of Potato paste, sausage bits, pita bread, feta cheese mixture, with her sky blue eyes shining. She offered me some but I turned her down, asking, "Where's your Mutti?"

"He left with Big Brother Feliks. Big Brother Antonio is supposed to come and take care of us until Mutti gets back."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, sighed and then smiled, "Hey, I'll stay with you until Antonio gets here okay?"

"Danke, Al!" She grinned, and I marvelled at how her teeth managed to stay snow white and clean looking when she'd just been eating. She scowled, "Bruder left me here alone to go exploring."

"...I guess we better go find him..."

Annnnnnnnnd... now I'm trying to find England's son, of all the lame ass things to happen, why the hell did this happen? I don't particularly care about Robert but if he gets into trouble I'll get killed by Germany and then AGAIN by England!

Robin slipped her feet into a pair of black ballet slippers and led me out into the hallway where we would be searching the hotel for the 7 year old Robert.

~A/N- So, here's your first glimpse into Dear England's life; he has 2 kids, Robert and Robin (Ages 70-7 and 50-5). Their 'Mutti' is Germany and they don't know England (their father) since the last time he saw either of them was 40 years earlier (When Robert was about 30-3 and Robin was 10-1). [Did you like the 'Big Brother' thing? Italy does that so I think she got it from him...]