Before England's cry could leave his lips, America's hand had brushed against the electric fence. He could do nothing but watch as America was vaulted over the 6-foot fence, and the cry came too late.

"AMERICA!" he yelled, practically dropping Finland in his haste. He scanned along the fence for an opening, but he could see no gate nor gap in the electrified mesh. That left him with one option.

England took a deep breath, and turned to Ukraine and Finland.

"I've only got one way to get over, and I'm stronger than America. It'll be fine." the Brit said shakily, trying to reassure himself more than Ukraine and Finland. Slowly, the island nation walked up to the fence, and pressed his hand against it.

Arthur's vocal cords seemed to freeze as the electricity shot through his body, firing him over the fence like a bullet. He landed heavily on his tailbone on the other side of the fence, a few feet away from America, who was knocked out.

England winced slightly at the pain, and he felt his mobile phone vibrate as his boss messaged him to ask what was going on. His country had surely had a powercut or something.

"Are you okay Англія?" Ukraine asked anxiously from the other side of the fence. She was searching for another way over desperately, not wanting to be shocked.

"I'm fine, Ukraine. But I think Dover* felt that..." the island nation called, wincing as he gingerly touched his bruised tailbone. It didn't matter though, really. He was a nation after all. He'd heal up soon.

However, America was knocked out right now and America's boss was furiously messaging Arthur to make sure he was all right.

England wanted to tell America's boss what had happened but "We got rocket-launched by a 750 Volt fence in Kiev" didn't seem the right answer. Neither did "America's a 5 year old now"

England stood up, and wandered along the edge of the fence. Was there really no way out again? The Brit sighed and went back to kneeling in the mud next to America.

"Ukraine?" he asked quietly, thick eyebrows knitted together in a slight frown.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing with those sticks?" he inquired, gesturing towards the twigs Ukraine was fiddling with.

"I'm making a hook," she said simply, raising her twigs at him for a second. "Zere is a bolt here and it vould not be difficult to get it unlocked. It is very veak and rusty." she prodded at it with the wood.

"Eerm... Bollocks. I never noticed the fence…" England muttered as he stood up and limped over.

Bright, acid green eyes surveyed the near-invisible gate. It blended into the wire fence and England soon came to realise he hadn't even seen it before.

He cursed quietly. Most of his country had probably just had a power failure thanks to this fence. He swore loudly, and Finland giggled.

As Ukraine twiddled with the twigs, England decided to check his mobile phone. Ugh. So many messages.

Prime Minister: 2 unread messages.

'I'll get round to those..." England thought, flicking through his contacts.

China: Hope you didn't let America touch a plug socket again, Opium. I hear about a power surge.

Prussia: LAWL. 5UCK MY 5 MET3R5 L0ZAAARR555!11!1

Dover: what did you do this time, you stupid limey? loads of shit fell of my fucking CLIFFS!

Bristol: watt's with the electricity? ;)

But seriously ur messing up the footie, lover. Stop it :P

England both sighed and smiled at the texts from his cities.

Dover was both aggravating and amusing, and nothing seemed to annoy Bristol. She was constantly making jokes and chatting with the nations and other cities.

England's fingers quickly tapped out a message.

To Bristol: 'Sorry, darling. Touched an electric fence. Should be ok now. Who's the game against?'

To Dover: 'I tripped and landed on my arse.

Yes, you are my arse*.'

England decided to ignore his phone from now on as he went back over to Ukraine and Finland. The Finn had produced some kind of pin from somewhere and was now trying to think of a way to pick the lock with it.

Ukraine was slowly loosening the bolt with her sticks, and America was slowly regaining consciousness.

England was just trying to find a way to stop his phone vibrating. He quickly turned the screen on and checked it.

Dover: 42 unread

Bristol: 1 unread

He laughed out loud, and switched the screen off again, not wanting to bore the readers with his texts.

Ok, maybe he could read one...

Bristol: Liverpool! That twit can go stuff himself :) he thinks he's better than I cos of his Beatles! But I got Banksy! Banksy i tell ya 8D

England chuckled a little at Bristol's amazing ability to transfer her accent into everything she does. However, right now was not the time to be texting an overly chatty city in the South West, and Ukraine was glaring.

Quickly, England sent his 'daughter' something along the lines of 'Good luck with that' and turned to Ukraine.

"Who are you zending all zose messages to?" she grumbled, starting to bash the little bolt lock with the end of her stick.

The thing was so rusty it was literally crumbling away, and England was beginning to think she was taking her time on purpose. However he was dragged from his thoughts by a sudden gasp from America.

"Oh my gosh! What happened?"

"You touched an electric fence, pet." England said, standing up. America was freaking out, and was trying to determine where he was. He was starting to worry they were lost and he was panicking. He was the hero! He couldn't let people be lost. He wasn't scared of the nearby dark forest at all.

England gave a tiny smile. He went over to the American and helped the boy stand up, pulling him into his arms in a warm hug.

America breathed in England's familiar, soothing smell of lavender and Earl Grey tea, nuzzling into his chest. England gave the best hugs ever! The gentle sound of England's heart inside his chest calmed America, and he managed to stop panicking for long enough to grip England tighter, and the Brit straightened up. He carried the frightened child over to a tree stump and sat down on it, rocking America soothingly.

"Heroes are allowed to panic too you know. We aren't lost." England whispered into America's thick mousy hair. The boy seemed to relax a little at this, and he allowed himself to lean into England.

"I love you, Engwand." America murmured softly. England's head flashed with memories and a tear gathered in the corner of his eye. He wiped it away hastily and a genuine smile played across his lips.

"I love you too, poppet."

(A/N)

Nawww, I have warm fuzzies after writing that :3

I love Brotherly fluff, particularly between these two :3 so cute!

Anyway, sorry this chapter took so long. The spacing is peobably bad too, wrote the entire chapter on my ipod. I'm swamped with homework, and this weekend I had to stay in a very bad hotel in Windsor with my cousins who are intensely annoying. One bugs me all the time for a Pokémon battle and the other will only eat chips, cake and general crap.

Enough ranting :3

The asterisk =

* Look at a map of England :) Dover is England's ass xD

No offence meant if anyone lives there, dudes xD and Bristol is my city. I had to include her!

Also! Thank you to the lovely reviewers who make me smile every time. You know who you are because I probably PMed you! :D

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