Hello again all of my amazing readers, can I just say, you guys(and girls) are amazing! I love you all! Thank you so much for all your lovely reviews, I really appreciate it. I'm sorry for the cliffhanger last chapter, I really didn't mean to, but I had to end it somewhere. If I hadn't ended it there it would have gone on for at least six more pages, and I really wanted to get the new chapter out. I'm sorry I haven't been updating much, but I just haven't had the time. I'm a freshman and I'm failing two classes because I've been really sick recently. I will try to update when I can, but when summer finally comes my updates should get more regular, and before I start I have to warn you about the following chapter. WARNING: mentions of self-mutilation, suicidal thoughts and actions, violence and child abuse. Oh, and a lot of Scotland bashing, It's not that I don't like him, I just needed a villain for this story. I may redeem him and Ireland and Wales in the end, I don't know yet. Tell me what you want to happen in reviews or PMs. Now onto the chapter!

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"I thought he was depressed because he had to betray you, I was wrong"

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"You see, Italy is a very lonely person by nature. He doesn't want to be left alone again and yes I do mean again. First it was our grandfather, Rome, then Romano, granted it wasn't really by choice.

Then Holy Rome was always leaving, with us never knowing if he would come back or not, and he never did come back from the last war.

Then we finally get our brother back only to find out that he hates us, and, as it would turn out, everyone we cared about was lying to us! Keeping our hopes alive only to snatch it away when we really needed it.

None of you will ever understand, you all think we're useless because we don't want to fight anymore. We grew up fighting for our lives! We didn't get a break until our grandfather died and then the only person we had left was taken from us!

So we got dumped on Austria and Hungary, working as a maid. They didn't care about us! No one does.

Why would anyone ever care about useless little Italy? Weak, pathetic, useless Italy, that's all we are to you. Land you can attack and invade all you like because we're so sick of having to fight people we care about!

Maybe it would be better if I had just let Italy do it, that way we wouldn't have to deal with this hell anymore. Why are you just staring, you can't tell me you didn't expect something like this.

My god, we must be better actors than we thought were if none of you suspected anything. Well, now you all know, might as well end it all now." said the boggart Italy pulling a knife from his boot.

Germany stepped back, not quite sure what the boggart was going to do.

"You can relax Germany, you won't have to deal with me for much longer. Or ever again for that matter." said Italy.

"What? No, Italy don't!" shouted Germany.

"Yeah, now you care, sure. But what about next time we can't help you, the next time we don't go into battle. You're saying you wouldn't care, yeah right! Nice joke, very funny. It's so funny I forgot to laugh." said the boggart Italy, sarcasm dripping like poison from his words. The boggart turned the knife over in his hand.

"Well if we're going to die, We're going to take him with us." said the boggart fiercely pointing the knife at France. "I sure can't get out of here but why don't we see my knife can."

All the nations outside of the wards turned to look at France, who squeaked fearfully.

The boggart threw the knife at the same time that France turned and ran.

The knife wasn't hindered in the slightest by the supposedly powerful protection wards.

France moved just in time to avoid being hit in chest by the flying knife, however because he moved the person behind him got hit instead.

Everyone, boggart included, starred as the knife pierced England's shoulder. If he had been three inches to the right of where he was standing the knife would have been buried hilt deep in his heart.

What astounded the other nations was that England didn't make a sound as the knife pierced his flesh.

The other nations looked wide-eyed at each other for a few moments before France asked England if he was alright. He knew it was a stupid question because he obviously wasn't but it was all France could think of.

"A-are you all r-right England?" asked a very worried France. England didn't respond.

America waved a hand in front of Englands' face. "Are you okay England?' he asked again.

England flinched before saying"What, of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?"

The nations just stared at him. Englands arm was still bleeding profusely, and already there was a rather large puddle of blood, which was still growing, at Englands feet.

"Um... England, there's a knife in your shoulder. You do know that, right?" asked a worried Canada.

"What, no there isn't." said England, looking at his uninjured shoulder.

"Your other shoulder, England." said a very nervous France.

'This can not be good' thought America.

"Oh, so there is. How did that happen?" asked England, not at all concerned with the fact that if he didn't get help soon he would bleed out, dying slowly.

"Uh... the boggart threw it at me and I moved because I didn't know you were behind me" said a guilty France, he had known England was behind him, he just thought that England would have the sense to move out of the way of a flying knife coming at him.

"Was anyone else hurt?" asked a concerned England, but he wasn't concerned about himself of course, he was concerned about everyone else.

"No, just you, are you sure you're okay aru?" asked China, looking at England strangely

"Oh, well that's alright then, here you go Mr. boggart" said England, pulling the knife out of his arm without so much as a wince. He threw the knife back through the wards, with his injured arm, where it landed right in between the cobblestones in front of the boggart. The boggart grabbed the still vibrating knife and stared at England for a few moments. It then turned and ran back to the wardrobe as fast as it could. The wards deactivated as soon as the wardrobe door closed, allowing Germany to walk back to the others.

"What are you all looking at me for?" asked a rather weirded out England.

"You mean other than the fact that you just scared a boggart, while injured?" asked an astounded America.

"Why is that such a shock? I've been around magic longer than nearly all of you have been alive. I mean really, I've been alive longer than everyone except China, Japan, France, and Italy.1 I've been through way too much to flinch at a stab wound." said an irritated England.

Suddenly the nations remembered something. It wasn't just nations in the room right now. All the nations turned to England.

"Oh, now you want my help, sure. I'm really sorry about this Remus, Harry... London" he said sadly, whispering the last part quietly so no one would hear. He waved his hand towards the only two people in the room that were not nations, even though one of them was a capital and the other knew about them. He was betraying them because he didn't want to own up to the fact that he had told Prongs, Padfoot, Moony, and Firelily about the nations just yet2. The others would find out soon enough. As he turned back towards the other nations they noticed there were tears in his eyes.

"They won't remember that we're nations but they will remember the boggart. I made it so they think Dumbledore's wards malfunctioned and we were all knocked out. They'll stay asleep until I wake them up so carry on."

"Are you alright England" asked Italy, concerned for his fellow nation.

"Yeah I'm just fine" he replied in monotone, making it extremely obvious to everyone but him that he wasn't.

"Come on England, you're hurt and you look really sad. What's the matter?" asked a concerned canadian

"I told you, I'm fine! Stop pestering me already! Look, I'll be back soon, I need to go wrap this up before it gets infected. Tell them a house elf came and got me to take me to the infirmary because, well make something up, I can't think of anything. I'm sure you all need to talk anyway." he said as he walked out the door.

With the Nations:

"Something is seriously wrong with England." said America, stating the obvious as always.

The other nations just looked at him, astounded that anyone strong enough to be the world superpower could be so oblivious.

"Thank you Captain Obvious," said Canada being unusually sarcastic.

"Anyway, does anyone have any idea what's wrong with him?" asked Italy, being caring and adorable like always.

"Well, I have never seen him like this before. Has anyone else?" asked America.

"Not me," said Italy "but I was always running away so I don't know."

"I have not." said Germany.

"Nor have I," said Japan.

"I haven't either aru," said China.

No one had ever seen him like this before, or so they thought until France spoke up.

"I have seen him like this before," admitted France.

They all turned toward him.

"It was when I first met him, he was so tiny. I gave him a journal to write in because I had it and I couldn't find any use for it. He looked so happy when I gave it to him, I wanted to make him smile again.

When I met his brother, Scotland, well let's just say it wasn't pleasant. After I introduced myself I asked if he and England were related. He blew a gasket, mon started yelling about how he loathed the, and I quote 'ungrateful little freak'.

A few weeks later when I saw England again, he was hurt really had three cracked ribs, a broken ankle, and a fractured wrist. He was covered in bruises, and had a really high fever. He just showed up out of nowhere. I tried to get him to come inside, but he fought me tooth and nail. Eventually, he passed out from all the strain so I took him inside and washed his cuts and bruises. It was worse than I had originally thought.

He was out for at least four hours, he had horrible nightmares, screaming for help. I tried to wake him up but he wouldn't. So I just held him close, whispering in his ear, telling him it would be all right. When he finally woke up he was terrified. I managed to get him to calm down long enough for him to explain what happened.

I felt really bad about having talk about it so soon but I wanted to know who had hurt him so badly. At the time, I'm pretty sure he was delirious because he didn't try to evade the question, he just answered. It had been his brothers." explained France.

"What?!" asked America, shocked that someone would do that to their own family.

"Now you need to understand, Englands brothers are very... violent. They didn't take England's arrival very well either from what I understand.

So after England fell back asleep I went to confront them. I realise now that that wasn't a very smart thing to do, but at the time I was very... upset that someone would treat a country so young like that. You see, at the time, England was so little. He was the size of a small -year old, maybe smaller.

When I found Scotland, I asked, well demanded, to know why he hurt England so badly.

I really don't want to repeat what he said but it might help him so... He punched me in the stomach and told me to but out, but I insisted. He grabbed me by the collar and pinned me to the wall.

He said... he said he could do whatever the hell he wanted with his damn property and that it was none of my business what he did to the little freak. He said I should thank him for keeping the good-for-nothing freak busy so he wouldn't bug me.

After he said that I just kinda, snapped.I pulled his hand away from my neck and squeezed. I'm pretty sure I heard something crack, but at the time I didn't care. I told him that if he didn't stop hurting England I would come after him. I kind of regret that now but...Well, that's pretty much it, when I got back he was very nervous, jumpy, and skittish.

After that I didn't see him for a long time because of business and stuff. When I saw him again he was a lot better so I figured that Scotland had stopped, but now, I'm not so sure. *sigh* What do we do?" he asked, looking helpless.

The others just stared, they had no idea that England's childhood had been that bad. It was amazing that he had survived this long with brothers like that.

"We need to talk to him about it," said a somber America.

"Are you crazy?! He'll kill me if he finds out I told you! He is a very private person. He doesn't trust people much, and now I betrayed him. Don't tell him I told you, please. I already betrayed him once, and it hurts to do it again, even if it is for his benefit. Gods, I'm sorry England." France said, whispering the last part so the others wouldn't hear.

"Well, what do you say we do then, if we can't talk to him," said Spain, "Inglaterra is hurting and I want to know why."

"Why don't we ask the scone bastard once we're done with this stupid lesson? Plus, if what the wine bastard said is true, then his boggart should be his older brother. Seems simple enough." suggested Romano, though he was much quieter than normal.

"Yes, that's a good idea. Thank you, Romano." said Canada.

"So now what do we do, wait for him to come back?" asked America.

"That's all we can do." said France.

With England:

As soon as the door shut behind him, England ran for it. He didn't know what to do now. Why had he snapped at them? He wasn't mad at them, he was scared that they would find out about Scotland. What if France told the others what Scotland had done? He had kept it a secret from everyone for such a long time that he just automatically stepped into the roll he had always played for the others, "England A.K, A. Arthur Kirkland, Perfect British Gentleman with anger issues and a drinking problem." Ironically enough, not a word in that sentence was true other than his name. It was very rare for him to get truly angry and when he did he always turned it back on himself, it was usually his fault anyway.

He had so many different masks that he truly didn't know which one was the real him anymore, if any of them were. He despised alcohol with his entire being; whenever Scotland got drunk it meant that he would be hurt for a lot longer than normal. That was never fun, mainly because whenever Scotland got drunk he always had a hangover the next day, which to him was just another reason to make England's life hell.

Whenever Scotland had a hangover it always meant one of two things for England, multiple broken bones and bruising meaning he had been beaten, or deep slashes and other knife related wounds meaning he had been tortured. Thankfully Scotland didn't get drunk, much, but when he did it was torture. Gods, what had he done to deserve this hell? He knew that there were things he shouldn't have done but he had done those after Scotland had started hurting him. Scotland had started hitting him when he was really small, before he had even met France.

It had started out small, the occasional smack for doing something that Scotland or his brothers didn't like, but then it started getting worse. Once he had met France it had gotten a lot worse than before. Scotland would talk to France for awhile and then go out drinking for a few hours. He would come home stone-cold drunk wanting something to take his anger out on. It would always be England, simply because his brothers would trip him when they were running away so they wouldn't be the ones getting hurt. Soon enough Scotland didn't even bother chasing the other two; he would simply search for England because he was too small to fight back.

France found out after awhile, he confronted Scotland about it. It didn't end well; Scotland thought that England had told France about Scotland hitting him even though he had never told a soul. That was the first time Scotland actually beaten him. Soon enough Scotland didn't even have to be drunk to start beating him; he just needed to be mad. He made a point to stay away from France until the bruises had healed so he could tell France that Scotland had stopped. He hadn't, England had simply gotten better at hiding the fact that he was hurt. He didn't bother trying to explain it to France, it would make him feel guilty and it wasn't his fault. It was England's; at least, that's what Scotland said. England heard it so much that he couldn't help but believe that it was true. All his brothers said it was his fault so it had to be true, they couldn't all be wrong.

Soon after Scotland started beating him France had to leave. When France left things got worse, the beatings became more frequent, the brutality involved multiplied, the number of broken bones at least doubled. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no one to protect him. The only good thing that came of this was that Scotland couldn't threaten to hurt France to get England to comply. He learned quickly that fighting back only made it worse; Scotland would get mad if England fought back. His brothers didn't bother trying to get Scotland to stop hurting him. They just stood aside and watched as Scotland beat him; sometimes they would help Scotland catch him too. They would call him names like stupid, idiot, demon, and freak. There were others too but they didn't come up as often.

One day France came back, but he was a lot different. He got angry easier, he held a grudge longer than before, he was… distant. The day after France got back, he came to Scotland's house. Scotland and France talked for a while, but after about twenty, maybe thirty minutes, they started yelling. It was never good when those two started fighting with each other, someone always got hurt, and more often than not it ended up being England. France thought that England was out of the house when he went over, but he wasn't. Scotland had broken a few ribs in his anger over the fact that France was back, along with most of the bones in both his left hand and his right foot. Up until that point, Scotland hadn't really hurt him with the intent to torture him; he had just hurt him because he was angry.

But after France came back, Scotland turned… sadistic. He would purposefully hurt England before France came over so the bruises wouldn't have enough time to fade just to spite France because he couldn't do anything about it. It was his way of saying England belonged to Scotland and there was nothing England or France could do about it. Then one day, France left again. He didn't say if he would be back, he didn't even say goodbye, he just left. One day he was there, the next day he wasn't, and the worst part of it was, the day before he had promised England he would help him escape.

Late that night, England ran away. He sneaked out after he was positive his brothers were asleep. When they were all finally asleep, he ran for it. The only things he took with him were a change of clothes and his bow and quiver. That was all he needed, he could hunt and gather for any food he needed. Plus he knew how to survive in the forest from the times his brothers had kicked him out. He could survive for months on his own, and that was what he did. He hunted at dawn and twilight, when animals were getting up and going to sleep. The time when they were the most unaware. He, himself slept during the day and did everything else by night. He had always had excellent night vision, but once he ran away, it got even better. Occasionally he would move from one forest to another just in case any rumours' of his presence in a particular forest got back to Scotland. After awhile in one forest, he decided he would stay there.

There was always food, and there were cliffs with caves where he could stay during the winter. It was a large evergreen forest, so the needles on the ground would cover his tracks, and the trees were so close together that no snow could reach the ground. He had everything he needed, he was free. Then, one day, three hunters came to the woods where he was staying. They spoke a language he didn't understand, and yet, he knew them. They were his brothers, they had found him. He watched them for awhile, making sure to stay just far enough away so that he could see them but they couldn't see him. Or so he thought. He fell asleep while watching them, high up in a tree. It was summer again, so he often stayed outside to sleep through the day. At some point they must have found him because the next time he woke up, all three of them were standing around him. He couldn't move, he was completely at Scotland's mercy once again.

Suddenly, England was startled from his thoughts as a wave of nausea swept through him. As it passed, he stumbled and fell hard on the ground. He could feel the darkness of blessed unconsciousness threatening to take hold of him, as he slowly let the darkness take him he managed to gasp out, "P-Pipsy, help m-me.

With the other nations!

The nations looked at each other; England had been gone for a really long time. Finally America spoke up, "Do you guys think England is okay?" he asked, concerned for his older care-taker. "I don't know Amerika" said France, also concerned for his long-time friend. "Don't you remember what he said before he left," asked Canada. Everyone just looked blankly at him. Canada sighed, "He said, if we needed anything to call someone named… What was it? Oh, that's right Popsie." There was a loud 'snap' sound, followed by a squeaky voice saying "What can Popsie be doing for Misters today?"

The nations spun around to face a small creature. It was small, about the size of a four-year old. It was wearing a white makeshift dress with a dark green sash going from its left shoulder to its right hip. The nations stared for a few moments, before America managed to pull himself together. "Ah, dude? Sorry if this offends you but, what are you exactly?" he asked, slightly nervous about this creature.

"Oh, Popsie is sorry; Popsie is forgetting yous is not knowing about the elves yet. Well, Popsie is being a house elf, a servant to my Master for when hes is being too busy. So what is yous calling Popsie fors Misters?" the creature asked rocking on its heels slightly. "Do you know where our friend Eng- I mean Arthur is?" asked Italy, stumbling slightly over England's human name. "Oh, Popsie is knowing where Master England is, he is in hospital wing because Pipsy is finding him unconscious in the Charms hallway nearly an hour ago. Is yous wanting to sees him?" she asked, wanting to help.

"Yes, that would be very nice, thank you Popsie." Said Canada, reacting faster than the others. Popsie smiled at Canada before reaching out and taking his hand before they both disappeared with another loud "snap". After a few moments, Popsie returned except this time she appeared without a sound. Popsie grabbed Italy's hand and disappeared once again without a sound. The nations just looked around to try and see where she would appear next. A few seconds later she appeared again and grabbed hold of America and France. This continued until the very last nation was picked up.

As the nations looked around, they each noticed that they were in an area closed off by several sets of privacy screens. The ceiling to the room was at least two stories up. As each nation was brought into the room, they each saw England lying still as death on a hospital bed.

The nations stared at England, who was as pale and shaking. The knife wound from before was much, much worse than before. The veins in the area around it was slowly turning a purple colour that had the nations very worried. The purple colour went from the shoulder that the knife had hit all the way down to his wrist on that same arm. America sat in a chair near England's' head, with France and Canada on the opposite side. France laid his head in his hands; he knew that this was his fault. As he sat there he thought he heard someone talking to him. Suddenly, France sat up, England was saying something!

America and France hushed the others, wanting to know what England was saying. The other nations could just barely hear what England was saying. He was mumbling about how sorry he was, but they couldn't tell who he was saying it to, he was still asleep. Suddenly, England started to get louder. He got louder and louder until he was screaming. He started thrashing against the others who were holding him so he wouldn't hurt himself. There were several loud "snaps", followed by several house elves appearing.

The house elves scurried around trying to calm the hysteric England. Suddenly, all at once, the elves stopped. They each turned towards the other nations and grabbed their hands. The elf from earlier grabbed America's hand and dragged him towards the bed. Popsie pulled at America, the other elves moving so they could get closer.

America grabbed England's hand, whispering in his ear, making sure that England knew he wasn't alone. France, noticing how much this calmed England down, decided to do the same on England's other side. England slowly calmed; only completely calming down when the house elves started calmly speaking in a language that none of the conscious nations couldn't understand. When England finally calmed down, the nations all turned toward the house elves, who, talking amongst themselves for a few moments, decided to try and answer the nations questions without disobeying their orders.

"What is yous wanting to know misters?" asked Popsie, the house elf from before. "What was that?" asked an un-nerved America. "Master England was having nightmares again. He is always being very tired because he is having nightmares all the time. I do not know the last time he is having a peaceful night's sleep. Master England is having a hard life; he is very closed off to people because he is not wanting to get hurt again." Said Pipsy.

The nations looked at each other, startled about the bluntness of the elf. "When did England get hurt by people enough to cause nightmares?" asked America. The elf stared at America, not believing such a strong, powerful nation could be so dense. Pipsy just shook her head, not wanting to deal with the American any longer.

France stepped forward, wanting to know if this had anything to do with England's brothers. France asked "How long have these nightmares been happening?" Pipsy tried to think, it was far longer than she had been with him. "I is not knowing how long because they is being happening for longer than I have been with my master. I do know who has though." She said.

"Is there any way we could meet them?" asked Canada. "Of course, Master Canada." She said looking at Canada with a smile. Canada looked surprised at the fact that the elf knew his name and had called him master.

Despite herself, Pipsy frowned at the look of surprise on Canada's face. Did he really think that her master couldn't tell him and his brother apart? Because to her it was obvious, her master had described Canada as 'a tall blonde man with rather long hair, very strong and purple eyes that often turned violet when he was sad or depressed.'

Her master had made sure to tell her that Canada was slightly taller than America because while Canada had less citizens he had more land mass than his younger brother. Pipsy merely shook her head as she went to find the one person who had been with her master longer than any of the house-elves.

As Canada turned back to the others, he heard the tell-tale 'snap' of a house-elf appearing. All the nations turned to see something none of them had even thought to expect.

Should I end it here? No, you guys deserve longer chapters because of how long it took for me to update. Thanks for reading, I'm very proud to have such loyal readers. I've never had readers before so I'm very excited. Thank you for all the amazing reviews!

Before the nations stood a house-elf and a very pretty woman. The woman turned to the house-elf and smiled slightly before saying "Thank you Pipsy. I'll get back on my own, you can return to your duties now."

"Of course Ms. Ever." Said the house-elf, blushing slightly before disappearing with a 'snap'.

The woman, Ms. Ever, turned around, taking in the sight of England lying in the hospital bed. She smiled sadly, knowing what was going on and what she had to tell them. She knew England would probably never forgive but she couldn't stand to see him suffer anymore. In her eyes, he had never done anything to deserve such awful treatment from his tormentors. It wasn't fair; England had always been nice to her, no matter what she did.

The nations stared. The woman was rather tall, at least 6'4 with flats on, she had short blonde hair that went to just above her tanned shoulders. She looked just like the stereotypical California girl, except maybe a little taller. She had clear blue eyes, the colour of mountains far off in the distance. She was wearing a long green dress that was the exact same colour of pine needles that looked a little out of place on her tan shoulders.

Ever sat down by England's' head, looking down at the man she had grown so close to over the many decades she had known him. Ever looked up when she felt someone's eyes on her to see most of the nations staring at her. The only two not staring were Japan and Canada who were looking down to avoid being rude. Ever smiled bitterly, she knew who and what they were, they just didn't know who and what she was.

Yes, I added an OC, which originally I intended to do but then I cut her out because I got stuck on how to get her into all this and now she snuck her way back into the story. If you don't like OC's I'm sorry, but I can't think of anyone who could play her role that already existed in either Hetalia or Harry Potter. Sorry for the mid-story rant but I wanted to explain why she's here. Thanks for taking the time to listen to my rant and not just skipping it completely.

She leaned closer to England and whispered in his ear, just loud enough for the nations to hear, "You need to wake up England, I want to know what you think of my new disguise. Plus, your friends are really worried about you, they had Pipsy call me here. Don't you want to see them? And then you or the others can tell the elves what happened so they can get you better that you can go back to sleep, okay?"

CHAPTER OVER!

I'm really sorry but I have to get off because I'm at the library and I have 2 minutes left. Talk to you all later.

1 I'm pretty sure that there are more, but those are the only four that I'm positive about. Please tell me if you know anyone else.

2 I will explain this later on however I'm not sure how to get to that part because while writing this I've had so many conflicting ideas for how to get to the point where all of the backstory for this is revealed.