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Axxi: Yeah…may have taken chemistry for A-level…the Doctor is dumbing down for America anyway, so I'm not worried about accuracy *shot*
Yes, I'm back writing this chapter (whilst listening to Doctor Who audio books cos I'm that worried about writing the Doctor wrong ¬.¬)
"Oi, time bastard" Romano called from the TARDIS' console "This thing is doing something weird"
The Doctor swung himself round to face the screen that Romano had been indicating.
"Ah, nothing weird, we've found another nation is all" he replied, working various levers and buttons (Romano could have sworn he saw an organ stop in there)
America poked his head out from the archway leading to the rest of the TARDIS "Any idea who it is?" he asked, hoping that it would be another period with not many nations around, and hopefully not Spain. He'd had enough trouble there to last him a long while yet.
"Err, probably not Spain, I'm afraid, Romano, it looks like we're headed to Great Britain"
"Britain?" America repeated "So…we found England again?"
Romano turned "Again? What, you lost him too? Do you two idioti even know what you're doing? I don't want to be time jumped next!"
"Romano, do I look like someone who doesn't know what he's doing?"
"…"
"Yeah, don't answer that, but seriously, Romano, you can trust me, I've been doing this kind of thing for years, and I never leave people behind, ok?"
"Fine, it's not like I'm worried about that tomato bastard anyway" Romano snapped, trying not to pout
"When are we, when are we?" America chanted, running up towards the console like an excited puppy
"11th century so…anyone involved in English affairs then, I guess"
"That French bastard and his Normans then? They invaded me about this time as well"
"Eh? I didn't know that!"
"You don't know anyone's history except your own, hamburger bastard, so no wonder!"
"Hey! I do too! Like…like how your grandpa invaded France, Spain and England, right?"
"Um, America, that doesn't count. We were just there."
"Dude! Not cool!"
England woke upside down in a ditch. This wasn't the first time he'd found himself in this kind of situation, but it was the first time for quite a while that alcohol hadn't been involved. He paused, trying to remember why he was there. A vague image of a blue box hovered in his mind, but was quickly displaced when he heard a voice that sent shivers down his spine
"Angleterre? Mon petit Angleterre, où vous êtes? You can't hide from me, mon lapin, I will find you"
England forced himself further into the ditch, hoping that if he hid, France would go away. Since France had taken over as his boss, he hadn't had nearly as much freedom, although France had stopped Denmark from raiding his shores, he knew his people weren't happy, although he tried to hide this from France. Suddenly he felt hands grab him from above
"Found you, Angleterre! If you keep running off like this, your boss won't be happy"
"Get off, you French wanker! I hate you and your bastard king too!"
"Mais, Angleterre, who saved you from Danemark? I couldn't leave you to the hands of those Vikings!"
"They'd been bothering me for 200 years already, git! You never helped me with them; you just waited for them to attack me, and then grabbed me while I was down!"
"Vous me plaie, mon mignon Angleterre! But then, I should expect that from you, non? I am not so deaf that I haven't heard the rumours of your rebelling against ton frère aîné."
"Why would I rebel against Scotland?"
"Moi, Angleterre, moi! Why are you so ungrateful for my help? Je me soucie tu…I may have to actions against you, mon petit lapin"
England froze "N-no, France, there is no need…"
"Say it in French"
"What?"
"I will only listen to you in French from now on. The captured must learn the ways of his captors, non? You did it for the Roman Empire"
"But-!"
"Ah! En francais"
"…M-mais" he stammered, tripping over the unfamiliar words "F-France, je…" he paused, trying to remember the words for what he wanted to say "Je… je te deteste!" He yelled. France sighed and pushed the angry nation over his shoulder.
"J'ai vous avais prévenu, Angleterre, mais tu sembles préférer à la dure" he said, carrying the screaming child back to the newly erected castle that they were staying in.
The Doctor pushed open the TARDIS doors, grinning at the sight of green fields, a few forests and, in the distance, a Norman style castle. He turned as a shout from inside the TARDIS rang out
"Merda! Close the freaking door, it's freezing out there!" Romano yelled from inside the TARDIS, he'd left his jacket on the chair in the conference room when he'd fallen, so he was the only one without a coat.
The Doctor rolled his eyes "Wardrobe is first left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, fifth door on your left. Got that?"
"Err…" Romano went through the archway leading to the rest of the TARDIS, leaving America and the Doctor to wait whilst they admired the view
"So…it's very pretty"
"Yeah. Deforestation hasn't properly kicked in yet"
"Yeah, yeah, the trees are…good. So, you want to make for the castle or…?"
"Castle seems like a good bet for now"
"Right, right"
A few more minutes of awkward silence passed between the two. America was beginning to think Romano had got lost until a yell ripped through the silence
"OH, YOU ARE ******* KIDDING ME!"
The Doctor frowned and followed the voice back into the TARDIS. America had some experience with Romano and clothes and knew that he didn't want to get involved
"Are you telling me you seriously used to wear this?"
"I was young, you know how it is"
"It looks like a rainbow puked on it! And what is this, seriously?"
"It's a fez!"
"It's stupid. Take it off, time bastard, you look like a culo"
"Ah, I'm sure I'll suit one someday"
"…Why there celery attached to this?"
"A long and frankly, quite ludicrous reason"
"Do you have any decent clothing in here at all? It all looks like something out of one of Japan's weird cosplayers wardrobes"
"…Look, Romano, just pick a jacket and let's get moving"
"I would not be seen DEAD in any of this, it's all either really bright or really weird or REALLY-mmph!"
There was the sound of something fabric hitting Romano in the face. "It's not like anyone here will know you, just wear that and let's get going, I don't want to leave America on his own for too long"
"It's BEIGE"
"Yes and?"
"It's BEIGE and is a horrible cut"
"It's warm. I'm not leaving you back here on your own, not after what just happened"
"This doesn't even ******* fit!
"Put. It. On."
"Fine, stupid time bastard. But, if anyone laughs it's all your fault!"
Romano stormed past America, wearing a slightly too large suit jacket (that was indeed beige) "Are you two bastardi coming or what?"
America glanced at the Doctor, who shrugged, before they both left the TARDIS to go to the path that appeared to lead generally towards the castle.
France observed England's new boss over his wine glass. William the Bastard (or the Conqueror depending on who you asked) had done him proud and he felt certain that he could entrust England to him. Even if he was a bit paranoid.
"I can assure you, I have already taken actions against those northern rebels. They will regret ever defying us Sir"
"England has always been rebellious, may I ask how you are planning to subdue him?"
"Were going to burn those rebels out, make sure they have nothing to return to. I plan to join my men tomorrow for another assault. They will pay for turning on me!" He appeared to have forgotten that France was in the room as he grinned wolfishly, imagining who knows what. The expression on his face was terrifying and as the reality of what he just said sank in, France felt a sense of dread sink to the pit of his stomach for what might be happening to England. He stood, made his excuses and hurried from the room, walking hastily towards the room which he had locked England in, to stop him escaping again. He stared in horror at the empty room, seeing the empty window he realised what must have happened and rush from the room.
"Angleterre!"
England ran through the woods, snickering at France's stupidity to leave him alone in a room with a large window with climbing vines leading to the ground. Admittedly, climbing out of that window had been difficult and he now sported very scraped hounds from the rough stone, but France was a fool if he thought he could hold the Kingdom of England! Normally he would have left it a while before he attempted to escape again, but something in him told him that he had to leave, had to find… Someone… Confuse thoughts about the blue box of falling interrupted his mind again as he heard voices
"So, the Normans remove most of the Scandinavian culture in this area but…"
"Shut up time bastard, nobody cares! Right, burger bastard?"
"Hmm, what? Sorry, drifted off there buddy, what were you saying?"
"…Never mind…"
England instinctively felt like he should be near those voices and began making his way towards them. However, just as he was nearing them, he felt a burning pain shoot through his chest. With a cry, he fell over and started shivering, curled up in pain.
America turned his head at the loud cry of pain that emanated from the clump of bushes ahead of them "Did you guys hear that?"
They both nodded as the three of them hurried forward to the source of the noise. America's eyes widened as they saw a child curled up in pain, whimpering. No doubt as to whom it was though, those eyebrows were unmistakeable. "England?"
The child looked up, shakily "A-America? Ahh!" He winced in pain
"Doctor, what's happening to him?"
The Doctor frowned, trying to remember what was happening at this point in time. America reached out to comfort England, but he withdrew his hands like he'd been stung.
"He's burning!"
"Ah, I think I might know then, England, what year is it?"
A small, shaky voice answered slowly "The year of our lord 1069…The Harrowing of the North…damn frog"
The Doctor winced, he'd seen the effects that this had had on England, and to see an entire regions suffering compressed into one person seemed unspeakably cruel. America had more practical considerations on his mind
"How are we going to get him to the TARDIS? He can't walk and I burnt myself trying to pick him up!"
Romano frowned "Only his top half is on fire right? Drag the bastard by the legs" Seeing the shocked expressions of America and the Doctor "What? I did that to Veneciano when we were little and it never harmed him"
The Doctor frowned "If we had a blanket or something, we could carry him without too much damage I suppose…"
Romano groaned and pulled off the offensive jacket, thrusting it at America "What? The faster we get this done, the faster we can leave, bastard!" He turned on his heel ad began stalking back towards the TARDIS, muttering "I hated that jacket anyway…merda, I'm cold…"
America, unused to Romano's mood swings, frowned, but turned to pick up the young England, using the jacket to protect his hands. England winced in pain as he was moved onto America's shoulder, but he felt too weak to complain.
As they approached the TARDIS, England grew even hotter through the jacket. Wincing at the burn America could feel on his shoulder, America put England down, where the child's shuddering grew even worse as he split into two people again; Romano stared, wondering if it had looked that scary when he had split from his younger self. His eyes widened even further however, when the air behind England tore, looking like the same weird hole that he and Spain had fallen into
"No, no, no, not again" the Doctor muttered, pulling some kind of penlight out of his pocket. It made a whirring noise as he pointed it at the rip, but England was already falling out of time, through the hole.
The child England curled on the floor began to murmur "Désolé, désolé France, faire arrêt, ça fait mal, désolé, désolé"
"Doctor, I've got to help him! I'm the hero after all and heroes don't ignore crying kids!"
"Believe me, America, I'd like to try and help, but it's a fixed point in history, we can't change it without destroying the time stream"
Seeing America was still unconvinced, the Doctor sighed and said, "Look, if England had defeated the Norman's he would still have been invaded by the Danes, England wouldn't get involved in continental Europe, he would've remained isolated. He never would've colonised you. America, do you want to risk our own history?"
"Well, no, but…"
"He'll pull through, you can't protect him from everything America" The Doctor turned and saw Romano staring "Romano, are you alright?"
Before Romano could reply, an accented voice cut through the air "Angleterre! Angleterre, où êtes-vous?" To America's surprise, the voice sounded worried, but before he could think about this further, the Doctor had ushered him and Romano into the TARDIS. He flipped switches and wound some kind of crank, setting the TARDIS into flight again. He checked the flight heading and had to stifle a laugh.
"What's so funny?" Romano asked suspiciously
"Oh nothing" the Doctor answered "Comment est votre français?"
America stared "Dude. What."
The Doctor grinned annoyingly "Next stop, 15th century France!"
France found England curled up in a clearing, and felt slightly guilty when he saw the amount of pain the small nation was in.
"Angleterre? Angleterre, why are you here? You should stop running off, you know, that's why you get in trouble-"
He stopped as England grabbed the hem of his cloak "Pourquoi?" the little nation cried, "Les hommes qui étaient ici… ils ont disparu dans une boîte… une boîte bleue"
France frowned as an old memory floated to the surface of his mind "Mon petit Angleterre, vous n'avez pas à faire apparaître de vieux souvenirs comme ça . Rentrons à la maison, non?"
He bundled the burning hot nation in his cloak and turned to go back to the castle, he sighed "Vous rappelez-vous notre pacte peu? J'ai dû commencer quelque part, n'ai-je pas?"
England frowned, and looked up at France "Qu'est-ce pacte, wanker?"
"Garder sa langue, mon cher! Vous ne vous souvenez?"
England frowned "Je ne comprends pas"
"Rien, mon lapin, rien"
It had been a week since France had brought England back, and the nation hadn't left his room since. France had had the window barred over, so he was sure England couldn't escape again, but he was beginning to get worried. Carrying a small fluffy bundle, he knocked on England's door
"Angleterre? Angleterre, ouvrez!"
There was a long pause before France heard the bolts sliding back and England's small face appeared in the doorway.
"Bonjour, Angleterre! Ça va?"
"Laissez"
"Attendez! J'ai…un cadeau pour tu"
"Pour moi? Pourquoi? Tu me détestez"
"Ce n'est pas vrai, Angleterre" France said, pushing his way into England's room and kneeling so he was at eye level "Maintenant…il s'agit d'un lapin"
"Un lapin? Pourquoi voudriez-vous me donner?"
"Pour dire désolé. J'aurais vu ce qui allait arriver. Je… je l'aurais arête"
"Mais vous n'avez pas. Laissez"
"Angleterre…"
"LAISSEZ!"
France paused, then drew himself up and turned to go "Eh bien. J'ai essayé."
England watched him shut the door, then turned to the rabbit "Le lapin…I don't like that name. How do you feel about Rabbit?" The rabbit wriggled its nose in agreement, then to England's surprise, hopped right into his lap. England blushed in astonishment, and then smiled "I might get through this after all"
A/N And so it ends on a (slightly) sweet note? Ugh, sorry this took so long, I went back to uni this week, plus this chapter did not want to cooperate at times ( So the next chapter will be by my friend, on dA she is dragora-kun, but I'm not sure about her name, so I hope you enjoy! I am still looking for writers who want to collaborate on this; we still have many, many prompts left to fill, so please message me for a list
Translations (A lot of French in this chapter huh? I've learnt French since I was 9 and I'm still using Google Translate T^T)
Idioti-Idiots (Italian)
Angleterre? Mon petit Angleterre, où vous êtes?-England? My little England, where are you?
Mon lapin-My rabbit (Idk, I've seen France call him that in other fics and thought it was cute)
Mais, Angleterre-But, England
Danemark-Denmark
Vous me plaie, mon mignon Angleterre-You wound me, my darling England
Ton frère aîné-Your older brother
Moi, Angleterre, moi-Me, England, me
Je me soucie tu-I care about you
En francais-In French (a very annoying phrase, beloved of my ex-French teacher:( )
Je te deteste-I hate you
J'ai vous avais prévenu, Angleterre, mais tu sembles préférer à la dure-I warned you England, but you seem to prefer the hard way (oh hon hon hon)
Merda-S**t (Italian) (Oh, Romano. You teach me so many swears 3)
Culo-Ass (Italian)
Bastardi-Bastards (Italian)
Désolé, désolé France, faire arrêt, ça fait mal, désolé, désolé-Sorry, sorry France, make it stop, it hurts, sorry, sorry
Comment est votre français?-How is your French?
Pourquoi?-Why?
Les hommes qui étaient ici… ils ont disparu dans une boîte… une boîte bleue-The men that were here…they disappeared in a box…a blue box
Mon petit Angleterre, vous n'avez pas à faire apparaître de vieux souvenirs comme ça . Rentrons à la maison, non?- My little England, you do not have to reveal old memories like that. Let's go home, right?
Vous rappelez-vous notre pacte peu? J'ai dû commencer quelque part, n'ai-je pas?- Do you remember our little pact? I had to start somewhere, did I not?
Qu'est-ce pacte-What pact
Garder sa langue, mon cher! Vous ne vous souvenez?-Mind your language, my dear! Don't you remember?
Je ne comprends pas-I don't understand (The most useful French phrase I know!)
Rien, mon lapin, rien-Nothing, my rabbit, nothing
Ouvrez-Open up
Bonjour, Angleterre! Ça va?-Hello, England! How are you?
Laissez-Leave
Attendez! J'ai…un cadeau pour tu-Wait! I…have a present for you
Pour moi? Pourquoi? Tu me détestez-For me? Why? You hate me
Ce n'est pas vrai, Angleterre-That is not true, England
Maintenant…il s'agit d'un lapin-Now…this is a rabbit
Un lapin? Pourquoi voudriez-vous me donner?-A rabbit? Why would you give me one of those?
Pour dire désolé. J'aurais vu ce qui allait arriver. Je ... je l'aurais arête-To say sorry. I should have seen what was coming. I…I should have stopped it
Mais vous n'avez pas-But you didn't
Eh, bien. J'ai essayé-Ah, well. I tried