England felt tears stream down his face as Scotland pulled him away from Serena and Wales. "Why are you doing this?!" He shouted as Scotland pulled harder on his wrist before hearing his brother whisper, "Y'all find out sooner or later. But not now."

~A few hundred years later around the Hundred Years' War ~

England sighed; after a few hundred years, he had achieved more power ever since the Roman Empire fell. "I wonder how Serena is now." He whispered to himself as one of his men came running to him; with chestnut hair, red eyes, and a decent height.

"England sir." The man spoke as the now physically fourteen nation turned around to greet him. "Yes Adam. What is it?" England responded as Adam handed a note to him, "I got a message from Wales." He paused to let the British nation read the note. "Go on." England replied, "He says that someone you knew wants to see you." Adam answered as he kneeled down, "He wants you to see him as soon as you can."

The Brit took time to think on who Adam was talking about, 'Wait. It can't be her, can it?' England asked himself and nodded. "Thank you for the message. You may continue with what you were doing." He responded as Adam left.

"Will I finally be able to see Serena again?" England whispered to himself.

~Meanwhile~

Serena ran quickly to Wales, who was taking care of her since Scotland took England away from her. "Yes Wales, what's wrong?" She asked innocently as Wales turned to speak to her. "Would you like to see England again?" He asked as Serena nodded "I knew you would. I've been told that he'll need you more than ever now. I gave a note to Adam; one of his men, to give the message." Wales explained as Serena nodded.

"Will he come here? Or will I have to go to him?" She asked as Wales shrugged, "I wrote that he would come to see us. But you can go to England yourself if you want." Serena's eyes went wide; she wasn't sure how her originator had been for the past few hundred years. She heard that England had gotten more power recently, but also conflicting with France; who she hadn't seen for as long as England.

"Is this what you meant by fate will bring us together again." She whispered to Wales as crunching of leaves became louder until she noticed who it was.

A figure in a green cloak panted, trying to get his breath back. "Wales?" The figure asked, "Who is it you want me to see?" Wales smiled and turned to Serena; she gave a confused look to the figure as it took of its hood.

"Serena?" The figure whispered as a full head of messy blonde hair was revealed. 'It couldn't be!' Serena thought to herself as she felt a tight hug surround her. "Serena!" He cried as Serena tried to comprehend the situation, "England." She whispered while Wales was watching the two finally be reunited.

England noticed how older she was, about his physical age in fact. "How have you been?" He asked while letting Serena go, "I've been fine." She answered as she looked at the Welsh man. "I've seen how much powerful you've gotten since Rome fell." Serena added.

Serena started to remember how much she loved being around her originator as they talked through the afternoon. "Sunset." Serena whispered as England led her to a tent, "This is where you'll stay." England spoke as Serena gave a confused look, "Why can't we sleep in the same bed?" She asked as England sighed. "I have my own. People will be suspicious if they don't see me in there."

"Why not? It been centuries since you and I last saw each other! Please, just for tonight." Serena responded, somewhat begging to revive the memories the two shared with each other. "Fine. If that's what you want." England answered as the two went into the tent.

"Are you sure about this?" England asked as he watched Serena walk near the bed, "About you and I sleeping in the same bed. You and I were both physically children the last time we saw each other." He added as he noticed a sad look on his mirror image's face. "I know. But I want to sleep next to you, just for tonight." She answered as England crawled into the bed next to her.

England watched as Serena slowly fell asleep as he felt her hand against his. He took a quick look as he noticed that his hand was larger than his. "Does this mean.." England paused when he just remembered that Serena was shorter than him; not around the same height like when they last saw each other. "That the mirror is now cracked? Distorted? He asked himself as he slowly fell to slumber.

The next morning, Serena noticed how many men were near by. "Why?" She asked allowed as England came out of the tent. "France and I haven't been at best terms for the past decades." England answered as he noticed the look on Serena's face. "The kings of our kingdom have been debating for who should get the throne. They plan on starting a war." He continued as Serena nodded. "I see." She answered.

"Hopefully nothing bad will happen soon." She whispered to herself as England guided her to the group of men; introducing each solider who was there.

'Please let us stay this way forever. I don't want to part with England again. Though I have the feeling it'll happen.' Serena thought to herself as her star glowed dimly.

Serena started to worry about if England would be separated from her again. She remembered being so happy about having her own reflection, and all the times she spent with England and France. "For some reason I thought a war would go between those two. They don't get along." Serena whispered to herself, noticing that though England got mad when France came to visit; but France himself looked so happy to see him.

"Hey." Serena whispered whole walking into England's tent, "How has it been lately?" She asked while handing her originator something to drink. "France and his people are starting to get even more in trying to get his king into the throne. But I'll stop that, he can't get it. Not if I try." He answered.

'I always like it when you look so determined. It always gets me excited.' Serena thought to herself as the two talked during the time the two were separated, noticing how sad her originator was when he talked about it.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there when it happened." Serena apologized as England noticed the look on her face. "Don't worry about it. At least we get to see each other again; it's been centuries." He replied with a soft smile on his face.

The tent suddenly opened as men came in the room. "I apologize young boy, but we need you for something." One of them said as he grabbed the Brit's hand, as the two both remembered when Scotland took England away from Serena. "Don't worry, it'll just be for a few minutes. He'll be back for you young lady." The man spoke once more.

"What's a woman doing in our camp?"

"Why is she here?"

"Especially when our across sea neighbor is declaring war!"

Questions came everywhere from the men, who were supposed to respect England and his decisions. But England knew that he had to answer their questions. "She's someone I haven't seen since I was a child." He finally answered as the men sighed of relief. That was when Adam came around, "England sir.." He paused as he noticed that his fellow soldiers were around the nation.

"N-never mind. You seem busy." Adam spoke as he turned around to check a few other things. "Alright, now that's settled with." One of the men spoke, "You can go back to that girl and have tea with her." He continued while England nodded and went back to the tent.

Serena looked depressed since England was taken by his soldiers. "Is it a message?" She asked herself as England walked back into the tent.

"What message?" He asked as he sat next to Serena. "I-I'm wondering if it means that s-somehow we'll be separated again." She answered as England put his hand on her shoulder, noticing how smaller Serena's hand was to his as she touched her own shoulder.

'I'm sorry, it seems that fate wants me to do something. But if it ends up killing me; I hope that in my next life, we'll be together again.'

Author's note

I decided that chapter 3 should be starting the climax, and the two being older. She also know that she can be killed, even though she ages like England. Sorry for the random hiatus', it takes time to think these up.