I'm sorry for the really late update. It's been months now. I have a number of reasons but I won't list them all, that would be way to boring and I don't want it to look like I'm making excuses. I guess the most important one is that I lost the book that had all the notes and things I wanted to do for the next few chapters and I have been unable to find it anywhere. Even after my whole room was cleaned after I finished my course.

Which I totally passed!

So happy about that. I also now have a job which I have started. Makes struggling through college to get the course done so worth it. I've also had so many ideas for different stories that I have been unable to write this at all because my mind has been focused on those, which are taking forever to even get ideas down for them and work. Stupid brain.

Anyway, here is the next chapter for you. It was kind of pulled out of nowhere with my notes lost but this story was made as a stress relief for college and for me to enjoy writing, it was never going to be the best anyway!

And thank you to everyone for reading and leaving such wonderful reviews, they make me smile whenever I read them. I was really worried about the fight scene last chapter but you guys made me feel really good with it. I'll get round to fixing the mistakes I noticed right at the end of the last chapter though. Don't know how I missed those.

Arthur woke up with a pounding headache, sore body and a stiff neck. There was also an obnoxious ray of light hitting him right in the eyes that would not go away no matter which way he turned on his bed.

Letting out a groan he reached for his sheets only to find that he didn't have any. Confused Arthur moved his hand around and felt the bed that he was laying on, it didn't feel like his bed, it was too small to start with and the material was completely different, it felt like plastic, and the room smelt different too. Cracking an eye open, ignoring the jabbing pain in his head at the action, he looked around and was met by white walls and a thick sturdy metal door. Pushing himself up onto his elbows he looked around some more and decided that he definitely was not dreaming and he was indeed in a police custody cell.

"Brilliant. Just what I need. To be locked inside a damn police cell when I have a meeting to host, a banging headache and a little brat running around that should not be here let alone in this century."

Arthur dropped back down onto the bed and tried to make himself comfortable with an arm slung over his eyes to block out the bright light of the room.

'I'm never drinking again...'

He rolled onto his side in the attempt to get comfortable on the plastic wipe clean mattress and get back to sleep. Ignoring the sounds of the station around him and the very faint noise of traffic in the background.

After what seemed like only a few minutes and ended far too quickly for Arthurs liking, the loud grating sound of the cells metal door opening tore through his dream like a knife. It was a nice dream too; full of his magical friends. Lifting his arm from where it had stayed over his eyes he blearily stares over towards the door to see one of his police officers standing there.

The woman was rather tall with short cropped brunette hair clipped back with bobby pins from her face. She regarded him carefully as Arthur pushed himself up from the bed to stand "If you would follow me please. Someone came in a few minutes ago to pick you up. He said something about looking for you and he heard about the fight and came here." She stepped away from the door to let him out and locked the room up once he was in the hallway. "You're lucky that the owner of the pub is not pressing charges for any damages and that the group of thugs have only battered egos and a few bruises."

Arthur just nodded and thought about how long it was going to be before he could get home and have a hot shower and some pain killers for his headache, also a nice cup of tea, but his thoughts came to a crashing halt at the sight of who had come to bail him out.

"Iggy! Hey man, why the hell did you run off like that yesterday? I spent hours looking for you and you turn up in a police station of all places? What did you do to end up here?"

England felt his headache triple and he resisted the urge to smash his head into the wall. It would just make his head hurt more.

Plus it was completely undignified.

The meetings had been postponed. The arrival of a colonial toddler America being one of main factors for it and that the host country was still missing from where he had bolted out the doors the previous day.

Canada was at least thankful someone had somehow remembered that he was still there and came up to notify him and France of this fact.

He wasn't thankful when he got woken up a three hours after he had finally gotten to sleep by a distinct uncomfortable wet sensation surrounding his legs, a sensation very similar to having a wet bed. Groaning he threw the covers off himself, grabbed a still snoozing America and trudged to the bathroom while completely ignoring the sprawled form of France lying under a blanket on the hotels chair. France had agreed to stay and help with America, he knew more about caring for little colony's than Canada did, even if America wouldn't let France too close to him.

Muttering quietly to himself Canada turned the bath tap on and started to fill the tub with hot water and some bubble bath. He had completely forgotten about how Alfred used to wet the bed when he was little but knew that yelling at the boy like the day before was not going to help. Blinking sleepily Canada stripped America of the shirt he had given him to sleep in and gently shook the boy awake before placing him into the warm bubbly water and grabbing a robe to put on so that he wasn't standing around in wet pyjama bottoms. It was then that it hit him. He was undressing and bathing his older brother.

"Well this is weird..." he muttered to himself as he started to help a dozy America clean himself. America just sat in the low level warm water and splashed at the bubbles. He felt safe with this man, he reminded him so much of his brother but that made no sense at all as he was at home with his small white bear. Even if the two shared the same name and the man also had a similar white bear. He would have thought further on this but the bubbles were really interesting and the feel of his hair being cleaned was calming. It was exactly like the way England would wash his hair when he was bathing America. He pouted and smacked a hand on the water. When was Arthur going to get here? He had never run away from him before! He was always there with a smile and arms open for a hug whenever he visited him, or whenever America wanted attention.

Staring down at the water America continued to pout while he spoke. "Mr Matthew? When will England be back? You said he was not angry with me..."

Canada stared at the back of America's head as he massaged the soap into the others hair, not knowing what to say. He couldn't tell him that England had ran away from him because he was scared to look a young colony Alfred in the eye knowing that when he grew older the revolution would happen.

As Canada thought over what exactly he could tell America that would not upset him a loud banging interrupted him. Jumping he stood up and poked his head round the bathroom door just in time to see France, cursing colourfully in French about being woken up, open the door and promptly have it smack into his face from the force of Alfred pushing it open and dragging a very disgruntled England in.

Alfred beamed when he finally spotted Matthew in the bathroom doorway, "Yo Mattie! I like totally found England for you, 'cause I'm the hero and all!"

Canada sighed and shook his head, not wanting to say anything at the moment as England looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel and Canada could almost see the little stormy black cloud growing over England's head.

America was once again completely oblivious to the rooms growing tense atmosphere and France was only just managing to pick himself up from the floor.

Just as England opened his mouth, glare intensifying and made worse from the hangover from hell battering away at his skull a blur shot out from behind Canada into England's legs.

A naked, wet and soapy blur.

"England there you are! I'm sorry if I made you mad, I didn't mean to scare you yesterday. Just the thing in the closet was scary and you always said that you would help me with the monsters but you didn't come when I called for you so I didn't think you were coming so I was even more scared!" America sobbed as he clung onto England's trouser leg. "I'm sorry and wont scare you again!"

England choked and stared at the wall before looking down to see bright blue eyes staring tearfully up at him. He was always a sucker for puppy eyes. Groaning he dropped down and carefully patted America's wet and soapy hair before the little boy jumped and clung onto his neck.

Canada smiled at the scene; it was rather sweet if he didn't focus on one little detail...

Alfred on the other hand finally figured something out and had no problem expressing his thoughts on it.

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU NAKED?"

Again, I am really sorry for how late this is. At least I updated before New Year's Day. I had forgotten how fun it was to write this.

I hope everyone has had a great Christmas (or other celebration if you celebrate a different holiday at this time of year) think of this as a late present from me.

Hopefully my next update will be a lot quicker this time round.

I do not own Hetalia. It is very obvious that I don't.