I do own:

1) this story

2) The Sea's Bounty (the Ship that England is the captain of) and it's crew

I don't own:

1) Vocaloids

2) APH

3) The game, Kagome Kagome

4) The English Language (though, I do own my usage of it)

Alfred F Jones

Montreal, Quebec

December 1, 2163

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. If I tried, I would've hated what I saw.

England was talking with Sealand... and he was smiling and blushing. He never did that with me... not since I was a little kid. It ticked me off that he was smiling and laughing with the bastard who raped him; Sealand didn't deserve his beautiful smile.

When Sealand saw me staring at him and England, he walked over and smiled down on me. He spoke with a friendly and polite tone, "Hullo, America."

"Hey, Sealand," I said, forcing myself to smile at him, "What's up?"

"Oh, just hanging out with Iggy," he said, smiling brightly. He laughed and put his hand on my forehead. "isn't it funny how you never know what you've got 'til it's gone?"

"Oh, Fuck off, Sealand," I said, glaring up at him.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about you. Dear Iggy's lost all of his memories. He remembers neither you, nor me... I just had the privilege of being the one that he saw first."

"Wha- Why?" I was shocked; how could he have forgotten me?

"He died, Fucktard. Killed himself; slit his wrists in the bathroom and kept cutting until he was covered in blood."

"I- I... But, I-"

"There was a letter in his room. It said that you had 3 days to find him and 2 to reach him. It took me all of 1 to find him and less to reach him. On the letter... it said that... if you didn't come to save him within the allotted time... he was going to kill himself."

"Then why isn't he dead?"

"He's a nation, Fucktard, not a bloody human," Sealand said, glaring at me. His gaze softened, "He really loved you... but he felt like you didn't love him back and he killed himself... it was probably my fault, as well... but I'm making this right; I'm going to keep him from falling in love with you again... and I'm going to stop him from getting his heart broken."

I stared at him, possibly more shocked at what he'd said than I was at the fact that England had forgotten me.

He smiled one last time and walked back over to England who looked over at me, recognition briefly shining in his Deep Green eyes. He said something to Sealand, smiled and walked over to me.

"Good Morning," he said, his tone cheerful. He smiled at me brightly.

"...um... Good Morning, Igg- England..." I had stopped myself from using the nickname.

"You would be America, yes?" He asked. His eyes were curious but his tone was polite. He blushed a little, "You're taller than I thought you'd be..."

"Huh?" I asked, confused by his comment.

"Oh, Sealand told me a little bit about you. He told me that you weren't as tall as he is," England paused here. I realized that I was WAY shorter than Sealand was; somehow, he'd outgrown me, "and I assumed that you were only a little taller than me."

"Well... it's okay, I guess." I grinned at him, "Sealand told me how you lost your memories; so, how far back do you remember?"

"I remember... being a Captain on a Pirate ship... the Sea's bounty. I remember Jeanne... and I remember my Love, My Dear Lizzie*... I also remember a civil war... between My mother's Family** and My father's Family***... I remember the war ending when they were married... I remember every year up until about... 1603."

"Hmm... that was after I first met Europeans... but before I met you..." I commented.

England laughed a little, "You seem like a nice guy."

"I could say the same to you," I snickered.

"Maybe we could talk, later on, and you could tell me more about my lost memories..." He suggested.

I grinned, "I'd like that. Maybe, afterward, we could go-"

I was cut off by Sealand, "He's busy." The taller nation gave me a glare that said, 'I'm not letting you have him back, so don't even try to steal him from me...'

"B-but, Peter-" England began, protesting feebly.

"No. You're too busy to hang out with him." I recognized the phrasing almost as soon as the words escaped his mouth.

Almost without thinking, I slugged the younger nation across the face, decking him flat out the moment my fist connected with his cheekbone.

'He's too busy to hang out with you right now, dear Alfred...' the other nation had said when he had (discretely) taken over the UK and I had asked him if I could talk to Arthur.

I sat on the other nation's chest and stuck my foot in his face. A universally (at least among the nations) accepted gesture that meant, 'fuck you and the horse you rode in on'. I smiled ruefully, "He may be 'yours'... but there is no way in hell that you're going to make him say no... before I even ask," I pressed my foot harder into his face, causing him to wake up.

"And what do you think you're doing? Playing the hero, again? Would you care for me to tell England about something? You remember, don't you? It's something he doesn't remember... but something important to both him and your fat ass."

I stiffened, "You wouldn't dare..." I got off of him and took a few steps back.

"I most certainly would," he smirked. "Arthur, come here, dear," he beckoned the older, smaller nation over to him. He smiled in a way that could be called friendly or cheerful, but was truly neither of the two; it was a dark evil smile that had often graced the lips of my former enemy/ally/frenemy, Russia. So innocent and childlike and yet... so evil and oppressing at the same time.

England walked over to us, a slightly bewildered expression on his face. Sealand got up and cupped England's face in his hands. England made no attempt to stop him.

"Dear Arthur... I've not been entirely truthful with you... when I said that you and America were not friendly... I was lying... You were at one point but then America did something horrible..." Sealand said, a (fake) sad expression on his face.

"W-what was it?" England asked, worry covering his pale face.

"...He was your Colony once..." Sealand said, his tone forlorn and his eyes sad.

"Really...? What happened?"

"...He charmed you with his cute face... his cheerful smile... his false love... his fake promises. He charmed your heart away and then he smashed it... crushed it between his young hands..."

"Why would he do that?" England said, tears in his eyes.

"Because he didn't want to be with you!"

England's eyes went wide and he said, barely loud enough to be heard, "I feel it... it's breaking... it hurts..." he fell to his knees, tears streaming out of his eyes. For a moment his voice had sounded like it had when I was a colony, but I put it out of my mind. I grabbed Sealand by the front of his shirt and dragged him down to my level.

"You broke his heart... AGAIN," I said, glaring into the cold blue eyes. I smiled in a way that I couldn't remember ever having smiled, "and for that I'm going to destroy you..."

I was going to teach that over-confident ass that you don't mess with the United States and get away with it. My gaze fell on England and I lifted him in my arms, bridal style, careful not to make him even more upset. I carried the empire... no, the nation... that had once taken care of me, because he was upset and had been (not too gently) reminded of when I became independent. I glared at Sealand and left the room with the other nation in my arms.

England sobbed against my chest, almost hysterical, and I just held him close, trying to comfort him without being awkward. When he finally stopped crying, he said in a quiet voice, "...was he telling the truth...?"

"...No."

"...are you lying to me...?"

"Never."

"...why did you leave me... if you didn't do it because you don't like me...?"

"I-I wanted to prove that I was strong... and it worked. I became my own country and proved that I could take care of you like you took care of me, but... I had pushed you away in the process. You, the very reason that I wanted to be independent, were turned away in my efforts to become what I wanted to be."

England was silent but motioned for me to continue.

"After the revolution, you avoided me... I wanted to talk to you, but you ignored all my letters..." I paused for a moment, remembering what had happened, "I ended up having to send France letters... and asking in to check in on you... because you had told me to never come to England... and you didn't go out anymore..." I trailed off here.

"I hate France... but that's smart of you to think of that," England said, smiling a bit.

Well, that's different... I thought, returning his smile almost without thinking. He usually calls me stupid...

"You have a nice smile..." England observed, blushing a little.

"I could say the same for you... you need to smile more," I said, grinning at him.

We talked some and I got roped into a walk in the park. I talked some more, but England wasn't really listening. He was watching Japan play with his 'Children'. They weren't even his children; they were weird singing robot things. Two with blond hair, one with blue, one with green, and one with red.

"Kagome- Kagome-, Kago-no-naka-no-Tori-wa, Itsu- Itsu- de aru? Yoake no ban ni, Tsuru-to-kame-to-subetta. Ushiro-no-shoumen daare?" Japan sang with the children, instantly catching England's attention. "Kagome- Kagome- a-tiny-bird-trapped-within-the-cage. When, oh, when will you get out? In the evening of the dawn, the-Crane-and-the-turtle-slipped-and-fell, Who-is-that-behind you?"

"What are they doing?" England asked me.

"Singing and playing, I guess..." I said, shrugging.

"Can we play, too?" He asked, suddenly.

"But there's a meeting." I said, fully aware of the fact that the meeting was already going on.

"Why can't we play?" He asked, his eyes begging.

I sighed and gave in, "...come on; we'll ask if we can play."

Just as I said that, Japan waved at us. "Come play Kagome Kagome with us," he said, smiling over the head of the blue haired robot thing.

England practically dragged me over to them and bounced on his toes as Japan told us the rules. One person is 'IT', and they stand in the middle, wearing a blindfold. The others make a circle around the person who's 'IT' and start spinning, everyone singing at once. When they reach the end of the song they stop and the person who's 'IT' has to guess who's behind them. Japan nominated the blue haired boy-robot-thing to be 'IT', and took one of my hands. The little green haired girl-robot-thing took the other, taking one of England's hands in her free hand as everyone joined hands around the circle.

"Um... I don't know the words..." I said.

"We sing it twice; once in Japanese, and once in English. You only need to sing one," Japan said politely, "We sing slowly so that we can all sing together; just follow along."

"Okay, I guess..." I said.

"Kagome- Kagome-, Kago-no-naka-no-Tori-wa, Itsu- Itsu- de aru? Yoake no ban ni, Tsuru-to-kame-to-subetta. Ushiro-no-shoumen daare?" The Others sang as everyone in the circle spun. A short pause and then they started again and I joined in, followed by England. "Kagome- Kagome- a-tiny-bird-trapped-within-the-cage. When, oh, when will you get out? In the evening of the dawn, the-Crane-and-the-turtle-slipped-and-fell, Who-is-that-behind you?"

We all stopped and the blue haired boy said, "...Miku-chan is behind me."

"Miku, are you behind KAITO?" Japan said, his voice quieter than usual.

The green haired girl grinned and said, "Hai, Otou-sama."

"KAITO, Miku is the Oni, now," He smiled as the two children traded places and the game continued.

We played until well after the meeting was over, and I'd lost twice. I'd learned all the children's names and England had enjoyed himself. The two oldest, The Red haired Girl named MEIKO and The Blue haired Boy named KAITO, walked over to England. They said something in Japanese that I didn't quite catch.

"What are they saying?" England asked.

"They said that they have been learning English from Leon, Lola, Luka-san, and Miriam, and that they want to try to speak English with you. If you're going to, you should start with words that they know. I would suggest using words that pertain directly to them."

"Such as?"

"They're robotic voices."

"Oh..." England said. He knelt and spoke slowly (obviously trying not to mispronounce a word since it had been almost 200 years since he'd spoken Japanese) to the children, "Anata wa karera mo eigo o hanasu koto ga dekiru yō ni ue ni yūjin o motarasu koto wa dekimasu ka? (Can you bring your friends over so that they can speak English, too?)"

"Hai," they said in unison. The children gathered together except for the girl with blonde hair.

"Communication," England said, his tone like the voice someone would use to talk to a 5 year old.

"Komyunikēshon?" The gathered children said, an upwards lilt to their voices.

"Synthesizer."

"S-sinsesaizaa." The blond haired boy seemed to be tasting the word on his tongue.

"Nice to meet you~."

"Oh, H-herō!"

"Igirisu o hanasemasu ka? (Do you speak English?)"

"Iesu, Iesu! I am very good at it!" The little blond boy took the initiative (even if he wasn't very good), "B-bah-nah-nah!"

"Oh, Banana!" England responded with much enthusiasm.

"O-rahn-ji?"

"Orange."

"...Rou-do Ro-ra?" the blond asked nervously.

"Road-roller?" England asked.

"Sā, Sā; Rou-do Ro-ra!" The boy said, grinning.

"Oh! Roadroller!" England said as if he finally got it.

"Roadroller!"

"Len, Nande no?" asked the blonde girl, walking over to England and the blond boy.

"Oh! Rin! Let me introduce you!"

"Eh?" The girl's English was (possibly) worse than the boy's, so I don't think she understood him.

"Rin, kore wa āsā kākurandodesu. Kare ni Kiku o shitte iru. (Rin, this is Arthur Kirkland. He knows Kiku.)"

"Āsā Kākurando?"

"Nice to meet you~," he shook her hand, smiling brightly.

"H-herō!"

"Igirisu o hanasemasu ka?"

"Bah-nana?"

"Banana."

"O-ranji?"

"Orange."

"R-roudo rora?"

"Roadroller~." England said.

The two blonds (is that the right spelling? One Blond and one Blonde is Blonds, right?) spoke back and forth saying the same words and laughing.

Japan led the children away, smiling fondly. The park was empty by then which meant that me and England were alone together.

He smiled brightly and waved after the children, but as soon as they were out of sight, he sighed. His smiled dimmed and he said, "I really am an old man..."

"No, you aren't," I said.

"...America, when I was a child, there were no children without both a mother and a father; it just wasn't done. Now, he has children that were made in a laboratory, that will never age, and that will never die. The world has changed so much since I was a child," he commented.

"Even if you're an old man, I think you're the best b- friend a guy could ask for."

He looked at me in a weird way, then smiled and said, "I'm going back to Peter's room, now."

He smiled brightly and walked away, leaving me standing there, wondering what the hell I said to make him smile like that.

A/N~ Sealand's turned into Russia... someone go find me a lead pipe to hit him with... preferably not Russia's.

Dialogue for England and the Vocaloids came from "Let's speak in English with Megurine Luka" and was changed slightly to fit.

I need people to vote on the poll, if they haven't already, and I need more people to review so that Iggy will get his memories back; It's hard writing as America and, if Iggy can't remember, I have to type as America so that you'll know what's going on!

Footnotes~

*Elizabeth I, who was England's first love. She never married but (apparently) she has been quoted to have said that she was married to England.

**Elizabeth of York, whom England fondly refers to as his mother (even he was alive long before she was)

***Henry Tudor, whom England refers to as his father due to the fact that Henry VII married Elizabeth of York