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America felt himself tense with excitement as the TARDIS engines quietened, signifying that they had landed. This was so freaking cool! Anything could be outside those doors.

Well, yeah, the Doctor was eccentric but he seemed like a good guy, he couldn't understand why England had never told him about this. Ah well, he'd find out when they found him.

The Doctor frowned at the Gallifreyan script on the screen. "We're in Italy. 2nd century so…Roman era" He grinned at America "You're a long way from home"

America stared, not quite daring to believe it "Who's here then? Italy?"

"I can't tell…it's possible"

"Well, let's go then!" America pushed open the doors and squinted at the bright sunlight. They had landed in some kind of town, men in what America assumed to be togas were having a heated discussion at a street side stall, a pair of big beefy guys carried what looked to America like a tent on sticks through the crowd, passing a pair of women carrying baskets containing fish. He stared at the lively scene, until the Doctor came up behind him holding some weird device which looked like it had been cobbled together from scrap by a blind blacksmith.

"What's that for?"

"It should give me a clue as to where they are, although…"

"What?"

"I wonder whether you should follow me. We don't need to distort time further by letting young nations meet you early"

"Huh?"

"Well, what if you let something slip? It could completely change your history, not to mention everyone else's"

"Ah, I suppose…but I want to help! I'm the hero after all!"

"Don't worry; I have a job for you…"

America stared at the weird device in the TARDIS "So, why do you need me to do this again?"

"Because, err…as a nation you will probably exist in tandem to the majority of places we go, right? This will stop you causing a paradox that could tear a hole in the fabric of the universe"

"Ohh, like in Terminator?"

The Doctor frowned, he was beginning to sense a pattern here "Yes…so you just need to stick your hand in here and leave it a while"

"How long?"

"Ohh, about…3 hours?"

"3 hours?"

"Well, if you want to risk the entirety of time and space go ahead"

"…No, the hero shall endure! Spending 3 hours with my hand stuck in a box isn't very heroic though…"

"I'm sure you can find some way to entertain yourself" The Doctor said as he left. Well, that would keep him out of the way for a while…

England groaned as he awoke, then frowned. Why was it so hot? And…this wasn't his bedroom, this weren't his-"Ahh!" he yelled as he realised where he was, and more importantly, when he was. He looked himself over; he looked about 4, and wore a plain white tunic. He saw his green cloak hung over the end of the bed, he remembered that he'd kept wearing it despite the heat, it reminded him of home…Memories of his time here flooded through his head when someone knocked on the door and an accented voice yelled in Latin "Britannia! If you don't get up, Rome erilis is going to get angry and I won't help you!

"Adveho!" He hurried out; he remembered Rome being angry and had no wish to live through it again, not until he'd figured out why he was here

The Doctor wandered towards the Roman Empire's villa, keeping one eye on the device in his hand. He had slightly lied to America about what it did, it could only detect nations, it couldn't tell when a nation was from. He had figured this would be enough for this time period, the nations tended to keep apart from each other, right? Wrong, He could detect at least 6 nations in the villa, and he had no idea which one was the one from the meeting. He walked around to the back of the villa, which was built as three sides of a square, surrounding a garden which overlooked the town. As he watched, he saw a small, green cloaked figure run across the garden, carrying an amphora

England, or Britannia as he supposed he was now, grimaced under the weight of the amphora, as he attempted to cross the peristylium through as much shade as possible. He made it to the kitchen, fighting the urge to yell at the kid who was leant over the clibanus "I've got it, Gallia" he mumbled instead, biting down on the urge to yell frog! There was also some area of his mind that didn't understand why he wanted to yell at the boy who would become France, they were friends right? England hadn't properly begun to hate France until that bastard king of his had burnt his top half in 1069. Still, Gallia was mildly preferable to France, he supposed. They were in the same situation after all.

"Head with the fairies, Britannia? It's no wonder you poison everyone's meals if you can't pay attention"

"L-like you're any better! Besides, you're taller than me; I can't reach over the clibanus properly!"

"Ah, is that why? It wouldn't be-" Gallia straightened and frowned "He's back. Go back and tend the vines. Festino!"

England nodded and leant the amphora against the wall and hurried back out into the sun, wincing in discomfort at the heat, he frowned as he left, was that…a man in the bushes outside? He paused to look, then felt himself freeze up with fear as he heard a voice behind him say "Saluto, Britannia ve~!"

Shaking, he turned, and saw what he feared, Rome stood there, Romano and Italy stood behind him, an oblivious grin plastered over Italy's face as he greeted the Briton.

The Doctor froze as the green cloaked child stopped and stared at him. Unless…was it him who was out of place? It was a nation certainly, could it be England? It would make sense if the TARDIS had found him first he supposed…but before he could be sure a man in armour with twin boys with identical curls shadowing him had come to join the child. He watched with a frown, from the way they were acting, along with the scraps of Latin that he could hear, it was all too obvious what he was seeing. Although he knew that it was right for the time period he hated seeing slavery, it was degrading to all concerned and treating a living sentient being like a possession… it could make him see red. He watched in horror as the cloaked child was pulled away, screaming out in Celtic. He couldn't watch anymore, anyway, he knew where he was looking now, so he turned and went back to the TARDIS

"Poor kid" America shuddered at what the young nation could be going through "We should totally go and free those kids! I am the hero after all!"

The Doctor shook his head "We can't risk that, they are under Rome's control after all."

"I thought he was meant to be a good guy though? But the way you describe him, he sounds almost as bad as Russia!"

"The Roman Empire was like any empire, America, it had good and bad points, and like most empires, he wasn't always kind to those under his control, however! He did make a mean saltimbocca"

"So what's the plan? We gonna bust in ninja-style and grab them? You still haven't told me who it is"

The Doctor paused "Ah, well…I don't exactly know which one it is…but don't worry! I'm sure you can tell them apart, you've known them for years after all!"

England winced as he sat in the cucina, he'd nearly forgotten how painful Rome's punishments were. He watched Gallia and Hispania as they worked to get the food ready; there was another banquet tonight, which as usual focused on foods that were expensive and pretty, rather than tasty. Rome had told them all to help, but after a few near misses, Britannia was no longer trusted near the food, so he was making the traditional vine garlands.

"What made you suddenly stop like that?" Gallia demanded "You nearly got away with it!"

"I-I thought I saw…something…" England trailed off weakly. Turning his face away from the two boys so not to show weakness as the urge to cry was becoming over whelming. Why was he even crying anyway? He was the British Empire! No…that hadn't happened yet, instead he was stuck here as a weak wet island whose futile resistance was always crushed.

What followed next was a long pause of silence, the atmosphere took a nosedive and although the cooking of food heated the already warm kitchen, the temperature felt chilly. Hispania looked over, he noticed Britannia seemed distressed and cleared his throat prompting Gallia. Gallia looked at Hispania then Gallia, he sighed. He knew Britannia had it hard being the younger of them, and he felt a bit responsible for him, Rome wouldn't have even known of Britannia's existence if the boy hadn't helped him during the rebellion. He also knew how homesick he got; Rome had just got back from Britannia hadn't he? Trying to sort out that defiant older brother of Britannia's…well, he supposed he was the closest thing the boy had now; he walked over and knelt by him

"Hey….come on…..smiles are so much prettier, non?" he put his hand on the small boys shoulder and England turned to look at him, "As long as we stick together it's not so bad…we're like a family after all"

"He is right" Hispania added " We are all apart of Rome's empire so therefore we are all in the same boat" he winked " So no more tears you hear? You'll be alright with me and Gallia here"

England smiled "Y-yeah, and we'll always have each other right?" He felt more tears prick his eyes, but not from sadness…it was so hard to believe that they would all be at each other's throats in just a few centuries…

"Right" the other two said in chorus

"And I bet one day all three of us will have bigger and stronger empires then Rome!" England couldn't resist adding, it wasn't like the two of them would remember

Gallia and Hispania looked at each other and laughed. England looked at them in confusion "What? Did I say something funny?"

"Nullus …" Gallia pulled him into a hug "And maybe you'll be right….someday…."

Hispania joined them and sat on the other side of Britannia "We'll rule the land and waves!" he laughed. "I would love to sail on the sea!"

"Me too me too!" England chirped. Inside, he wondered why it was so natural to act this way with them, was he thinking like his younger self too?

Gallia laughed and nodded "On the waves with the wind in our hair!"

Hispania pulled the two boys into a hug "I think this is our pact boys" he smiled putting his hand in the middle "One day, both the land and the waves!"

Britannia smiled "Yeah! One day!" And then we'll be no better than Rome, he mused to himself. We'll attack the tribes and enslave the survivors, we'll destroy their gods and force them to worship our own, we'll…England sighed inwardly. No wonder the Commonwealth countries still gave him dirty looks.

He placed his hands on Hispania's. Gallia laughed and la his hand gently on top

"Why not…after all who knows what will happen in the future"

The three boys laughed again holding each other.

"You guys are such stupri puellae, it's hard to believe Avi Roma struggled to beat you!" Romano yelled from the doorway

"Oh? You sure you don't want to join us, mi amice?" Gallia teased, England rolled his eyes, France never knew when to stop

"Shut up, spuria! I'm going to tell Avi that you're not doing your work!"

They stiffened in panic, Hispania darted up and grabbed Romano's wrist before he could leave "Nullus, nullus, Romano, we're just going back to work now, imo? Don't tell your grandfather, placer, he already punished Britannia once today, you understand; you have a brother, right?"

Romano scowled in annoyance and pulled his hand out of Hispania's grip "Don't touch me, stultus! Just-just do your job!" he snarled, stalking out of the kitchen. England hid a small smile, Romano never changed, regardless of the time period.

Gallia shook his head "Ah, bad choice of words, mi amice, you know how Rome plays favourites with those two"

"Heh, I forgot…you don't think he will tell Rome do you?"

"He's all mouth and no trousers; he hates Rome almost as much as we do" England smiled to himself, ignoring the odd looks Gallia and Hispania sent him.

The next day both America and the Doctor were in the bushes behind Rome's house again. America frowned at the three small figures who were working in the garden.

"I think that's Iggy, France and Spain…but we're so far away I can't tell! What am I looking for anyway?"

"I think what's happened is that the modern day nation has fallen back to this time and 'possessed' their past selves…so you basically need to tell me who is acting like their 21st century selves" "Right…"

England pulled at the weeds that were attempting to choke the vines in Rome's garden. He wondered again why he was there, his mind was so confused. Half of him knew that 2 days ago, he'd been living in Rome's house, he'd been worried because Rome was attacking his brother again, but then another part of him insisted that 2 days ago, he'd been adult, and at a world meeting, discussing something…with someone annoying…he sighed in frustration, what had happened to him yesterday morning to make him so confused?

Raised voices suddenly rang out across the courtyard

"What do you mean, trouble? We fought to build that wall so we're going to defend it!"

"Sir, the Caledonians are vicious and we don't have the men to hold our position, we have no option but to retreat"

"No, we have put too much effort into this to just-just throw it away!"

"The Senate agrees, we have spent too much money and not got enough back to allow this to continue"

Gallia nudged England, "Aren't they talking about your brother?"

England nodded

Gallia winced in sympathy "It was nice knowing you"

"Ugh, what I would give to be invisible like Canada now"

"Quid?"

"Cassum"

America straightened up at this "It's England!" he yelled, running out of the bush. He jumped over the small wall separating the garden from the small cliff and grabbed the surprised England from under the noses of the equally surprised Gallia and Hispania, then sprinting back the way he came, back towards the TARDIS.

The Doctor groaned and yelled a quick "Paenitet!" hurrying after America. He caught up to him halfway to the TARDIS "Could you give a little warning next time? I really don't think that was the best way to go about this"

"Well, it got it done! Ow!"

England kicked America hard in the ribs "Who are you? Let go of me, you wanker!"

America slowed down as the TARDIS came into view "You don't recognise me?"

England paused "A-America?...What the hell, you git? Why am I here? And what-oh no…" he trailed off as he spotted the Doctor "What on earth happened, you, you prancy parallel blundering time surfing swindler you! Small disturbance, my arse!"

America grinned at the furious Briton "Iggy, you're so cute!"

The Doctor looked put out "Blundering? I don't blunder, I just trust to the random order of the universe!"

America and England both stared "Dude, you could have used a little bit of planning on some of this"

"And if America's saying that you're too impulsive, you know you have a problem"

"Exactly. Hey!"

The Doctor began to feel like he was being ganged up on, "Look, I have the TARDIS, so we can sort this out easily"

England sighed and nodded "It's not like I have a choice, is it? Put me down, America, I can walk by myself!"

They set off towards the TARDIS "So, you still haven't come up with a better name for it then, Doctor?" England grinned

"There's nothing wrong with initials! Initials are cool!"

America laughed "Right on, dude!"

When they got about 10 feet away from the TARDIS, England suddenly stumbled and began to shudder

"England?" America said, concerned, "England are you OK?"

England didn't answer; he appeared to shimmer, ripples passed across his skin until it looked like there were two of him. Then America realised it wasn't an illusion, there were two of them, a child and the adult England he knew so well, he turned to the Doctor in confusion

"Ah, yes, I suspected this might happen"

"What? What's happening?"

"I said England had possessed his younger self, right? Since they're this close to the TARDIS, they're separating again…"

As the adult England straightened up, the same weird gap opened up behind him again, causing the Doctor to trail off in the middle of his sentence. England turned in horror, then began to yell

"DOCTOOOOOOOOOOOOR!" as he was pulled into the hole which sealed up behind him. America fell to his knees as the younger England began to stir.

"Nonononononononono, England!" He felt himself panic, only coming to when he felt the Doctor shaking him

"America? America, snap out of it"

"What the FUCK just happened? Tell me, you Martian freak!"

"America, calm down"

"Don't you tell me to-!"

"I don't know what just happened, but I think it's best if we don't have this argument in front of Britannia"

America turned and saw the big green eyes of the scared child, watching the two argue.

"Fine. But you'd better figure this out; I'm onto you, you Martian weirdo"

"…I'm not from Mars"

"Whatever."

The two entered the TARDIS and the Doctor began poking at the console. America shut the door, seeing the confuse Britannia staring still "Is it alright to leave him on his own like that?"

"He'll be fine, he's a tough kid. Yesyesyesyes got you!" He cried in triumph "I've found another lost nation"

"Is it England?"

"Could be" the Doctor answered, flicking several switches, before pushing a big lever which set the TARDIS off with its characteristic wheezing noise. He looked at where they were headed "Doubt it though"

"Why?"

"Because I doubt England's in 16th century South America"

Britannia had been wandering around for a while trying to find some scrap of scenery that was familiar to him. He was fiddling with his cape trying hard to be brave but he couldn't. Instead he sunk to the floor by a rock and sniffed a few times whilst biting his lip trying hard to stop his tears.

"Gallia….Hispania….did I get left here? Was I bad?" Unable to make much sense of the situation he felt the warmth of his tears as they flowed gently down his cheeks. He wondered who the men he had seen were, their attire was foreign, had he been sold to them? Did they leave him because they no longer wanted him? Britannia dragged his hood over his head and tried to forget where he was, tried to pretend he was back at Rome's house sleeping in his small room. He closed his eyes and prayed for it. He prayed that when he opened his eyes he could jump out of bed and run to Gallia, and tell him about what he dreamt, seeking comfort. But when he opened his eyes the same lonely unrecognisable scenery greeted him. He broke down in tears

"Britannia?" a voice called "Britannia! Britannia! Gallia, he is over here!"

It was Hispania. He came running over, looking breathless and exhausted. He scooped up the small child and held him close "Are you ok? Did those men do anything to you?"

Gallia appeared next to Hispania and joined in the hug "We were so frightened when they took you!"

"I don't know…One minute they were there, then they went into a box….and disappeared" Britannia was crying gripping on to both Hispania and Gallia. They looked at each other

"He's still little" Hispania smiled "They must have got in a carruca and he couldn't see the horse"

"Yeah, that must be it" Gallia ruffled Britannia's hair "Come on, let's get back before Rome notices we are missing"

A/N Awh, it's so fluffy! Thanks to samstar1990 for writing most of the Britannia/Gallia/Hispania bits, you are awesome! If you like Beyblade, go check out her stuff! If you don't, go check it out anyway! I hope you like, because she is writing the next chapter! Forgot to mention this, but if anyone is interested in writing a chapter for this, just message me for the prompts that I need filling

Translations (I don't know Latin, so sorry for any fails):

Adveho-I'm coming

Peristylium-A garden inside a house

Gallia-France

Clibanus-Oven

Festino-Hurry

Cucina-Kitchen

Hispania-Spain

Nullus-no

Stupri-f***ing (I know latin swears…this is bad…)

Puellae-girls

Avi Roma-Grandpa Rome

Mi amice-My friend

Spuria-B*****d

Imo-yes

Placer-please

Quid-What

Cassum-Nothing

Paenitet-Sorry

Carruca-Carriage