So on special request, there will be a 1-2 chapter epilogue on this story with France and Canada. I was planning to make that a different story, but it would fit so well here! (and to think this was supposed to be a one shot!) Anyways! :D Enjoy!

The trio made it safely back to Europe with America, and now England was in his house, putting a very sleepy America to bed. The child was exaughsted after the long trip across the seas. England tucked America'a blankets around him, and gave the small nation a kiss on the forehead.

"Sleep tight, America," England said as he stood up from the edge of America's bed.

America murmured something in return, but England couldn't understand what he said in America's sleepy state. England chuckled at America as he left the guest room, quietly shutting the door. He'd have to furnish that room to America's liking, since it would become his room.

"My very own colony...," England said to himself, still half wondering why this boy chose him. "He'll be a lot of responsibility, but it will be worth it."

England walked down the hall and stepped into his own room. As he got dressed for bed, he thought through plans for the next day. He wanted to take America shopping for clothes that fit him, and then take him out to eat, and afterwards, bring him on a little sightseeing tour around his country. He was sure that America would enjoy that. After all, this child seemed eager to do and learn new things. And England himself was excited to show America these new things, and the ways of Europe. Somehow, he knew he would need to civilize America, because although he was a calm child, England knew that he would have his fair share wild days as well.

England yawned as he crawled into bed, pulling the covers up around him. He would definitely be busy for the next couple of days. Hell, he'll be busy for the next couple of years with his new colony!

Those first few days that England had with America went by extremely fast. He could tell that America was happy, and having the best time of his life so far.

"There's a lot more happiness yet to come for you, America," England informed the smaller nation. "But," he continued, "You will also have your fair share of hardships as well."

America nodded, understanding. "I know, big brother. But that's why I have you!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around England's torso. England ruffled his hair and chuckled.

"Yes, I suppose. I am here to protect you, and care for you. I love you America."

"I love you too, big brother!"

Several years went by, and America had been having a nice time living with England. He was Even growing into a little gentleman. England thought it was the cutest thing.

"Mr Britain?" America called.

"Yes, America? What is it?"

"I...I was wondering if we could have fish and chips for supper?" America asked. His polite little voice and manners were just too much for England to say no.

"Of course, America. We can have fish and chips," England replied.

"Yay!" America exclaimed. "Thank you, Mr Britain!"

"You're quite welcome, America. Quite welcome."

America ran out of the room cheering with happy little whoops. He liked getting what he wanted to eat for supper. But that wasn't all he was cheering for. He was also awfully excited, for his birthday was only two weeks away. Two weeks! He could hardly wait.

America was driving England nuts over the next two weeks coming up to his birthday. He was so hyper and excited, and England was a bit stressed because he was planning a huge surprise birthday party for America, but it was hard to keep it secret with all of America's snooping around.

"Mr Britain? Am I going to have a party for my birthday?" America asked as he strolled into the study, as if he were reading England's mind.

"Uh...," England deadpanned. "We'll see, America. That would be a lot of planning on such short notice, especially since your birthday is in just three days now!"

America began to speak excitedly, almost pleading, "I'm sure we could figure it out! I'm awfully good at planning! One time my brother and I-" America stopped, clamping his hand over his mouth tightly. He wasn't supposed to say anything!

"You have a brother?" England asked. America quickly shook his head in the negative.

"Now America, don't lie. I don't appreciate it. And besides that, I won't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret," England said, holding his pinkie out, like a small child would when making promises.

America looked at England's extended pinkie, then at England's face, then at the pinkie again. He slowly reached out and wrapped his finger around the others. He nodded nervously and spoke quietly, "I'm sorry Mr Britain..."

"It's alright, America. Now if you don't mind, I need you to leave. I have a few very important phone calls to make."

"You aren't telling anyone about...about..."

"No, America. It's about something else. When I make promises, I keep them."

"Okay...," America said as he ran out of the study, and to the living room to draw pictures. He really enjoyed drawing.

America's party had gone quite well. He had gotten gifts from a lot of people, but most remarkable of all was the hand made set of toy soldiers from England. He ran off to play with them right away, and the adults took the time to converse with England.

"This is a wonderful party, aru. I'm very glad you have found someone to keep you busy, aru!" China exclaimed approvingly. Before the Opium War, China and England had gotten along quite well.

"Yes, America is quite the handful. But he's completely worth it. He's a sweet boy, really, and he'll grow up to be a great colony!" England said proudly, puffing his chest up.

What he didn't notice however, was the worried look in China's eye when he had said that. He had heard from Finland and France, how strong that child was. He had a feeling that England wouldn't have the kind of hold he wanted to have on him within the next few centuries...

America had been returned to his home around 1700, and he had told Canada of all his adventures with England. But by then, little did he know, Canada had been discovered by France, and France had been taking care of him of and on. America heard of this and told Canada that he hadn't heard of that happening over in Europe, and Canada explained that it was because France was keeping it a secret because he didn't want England to take Canada away from France. It was a little late for that now anyways, as France had to give up Canada to England when he had lost the Seven Years War. Canada was upset, and America understood why. He was growing fast as the Europeans settled in, and he could see the greed in England's eye grow as he grew. Right then is when he first thought of independence.

America and Canada had both grown a lot, with America being taller than England now, and Canada just as tall. They were strong too. If they stood together, maybe they could rebel...

"Yo Canada," America began, already trashing the English language. He didn't want to be caught using it 'properly' if he was going to rebel. "What do you think of...independence?" America asked, tasting the word out loud on his tongue for the very first time.

"You don't mean...," Canada began asking nervously.

"That's exactly what I mean. We can both see the greed in England's eyes, and we can't let him keep control of us. Already, he's throwing taxation without representation at me!" America exclaimed angrily. That really pissed him off.

"Well if you wouldn't have dumped all his tea..."

"He deserved it!"

"Alfred...," Canada began, but America simply ignored him.

"The dude totally deserved it! He's putting all these unfair laws on my people, just because we disagree a bit with his way of life! It's so not fair! I want the best for my people, and the best is independence!" America shouted.

"Alfred! Not so loudly! And besides, what if you lose? He'll put even more unfair laws on you!" Canada said, a warning tone weighing down his voice.

"I know, Mattie, but you can't say you like these things either!"

"No, but-"

"Well then we have to rebel!"

"Fine! YOU can rebel, but when you lose, you're are not bringing me down with you!" Canada shouted angrily, his attitude much unlike his passive contentment of silence. "I am staying with Dad, and I'm taking his side, because whether we like it or not, or if it's even fair, we have to deal with it!"

America glared at Canada, and then stormed off.

Fine. Take his side. But you're going to be real jealous when I'm free, and you're still stuck with him!

And because of this attitude of America's, his never-gonna-give-up-until-I-win attitude, he declared his independence on July 4th, 1776. His birthday. And his brother, oh he was jealous. He saw how happy America was, now that he was independent, and he wanted that kind of happiness too. So he soon followed in his brother's footsteps, taking his own independence on July 1st, 1867, on his own birthday. And this killed England.

Many years later, on America's birthday, England was mourning at a bar. He absolutely hated this day, the day when America stole his independence.

"All my colonies. They hate me! Their taking independence left and right! It's happened too much...I didn't want America to grow up...I wanted him to stay small and cute and mine!" England shouted, drunk, and although it had been many years since a colony last claimed independence, he was still upset. The last one to claim independence was Sealand, and England didn't really care about him, so it wasn't much of a struggle. France rubbed his back in a comforting gesture, and slipped his hand down a little too far, but England was too upset or drunk to notice. Probably both.

"Maintenant, ma petite Angleterre, ne pas être bouleversé. Je suis ici pour vous. Je t'aime," France said, as a kissed England's forehead.

"I'm glad someone does," England mumbled as he subconsciously translated what the Frenchman had said.

"Angleterre, tu es mon amour, et je peux prendre soin de vous," France said, leaning closer to England.

Suddenly, he snapped, "I know that you bloody frog! But we fight so much and you still have all those grudges against me from losing all those damn wars and that's why I don't choose you and love hurts too much anyways! I loved America and he just wants his bloody independence and he's a selfish brat and I should have seen it coming! And then Canada goes and does it too! America's a horrible example for any future colonies and I just can't take it anymore!" England shouted, his words soon stringing all together and no longer making sense. The bartender ended up kicking him out.

England sat himself on the corner outside the bar, refusing to budge from his spot. He could get extremely stubborn whenever he got drunk. He chose this time to be one of those times that he would throw in some extra stubbornness.

"I'm not moving," he said simply, as France tried to coax him off the street corner. France couldn't take this from England anymore, so he decided to do something that would shock England out of his drunken fit. France called America.

"America, I know things aren't the best for you right now, but I need you to talk to England," France whispered urgently into the cell phone.

"What?!" America asked, shocked. "Why?"

"Because. He's mourning over you, and sitting on a corner outside a bar, and he refuses to move," France explained.

"How about I come in person?" America asked, "I think it would be best. I'll take my fastest jet I have," he said.

"Alright, thanks America. You know this means a lot, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," America said as he hung up the phone, hopping into a plane that he piloted himself. It was one of his fighter jets from World War II, and it was his favorite. He took off in the jet and hurried his way to England and France's coordinates, which he had gotten during the cell phone call. He flew a while, and found a nice place to land. It had only taken 3 hours to get there, since he had been flying really fast.

He met France about 2 blocks away from England's stubborn corner, and walked with him to where England was. France explained that although he knew this wouldn't be good for England, it was the wake up call that he needed. So America and France walked silently to England, from behind, and France sat down next to England.

"Go away, frog," England mumbled.

"Angleterre, I have brought someone here for you."

"Who, another stupid counselor? I don't need any bloody therapy!" England snapped.

"No, mon amour, I have brought Amérique to see you..."

It took a second for England to comprehend that, and when he did, he whipped around to see America.

"Y-y-you...you...," he stuttered, not being able to meet America's eyes.

But America stepped forward and enveloped England in a hug.

"Arthur, I may have claimed my independence, but that was so long ago, and you need to get over it. You may have not liked it, but it was the best for me. If I hadn't gotten my independence, I wouldn't be who I am today. I would have never grown up," he whispered in England's ear.

"I...I don't mind the whole 'gaining independence' thing, it's just...," England started, but stopped mid-sentence as tears started to fall from his eyes.

America pulled away, "It's just what?" he asked.

"It's just, you grew up too fast. You're still a child. You are a child, stuck in an adult body," England said. "I didn't want to see you grow up so fast, or to see you destroyed in some war."

"Well, I'm here now, aren't I?"

"Yes," England replied, wrapping his arms around America once again. "Happy Birthday," he said, and this time, he was actually able to mean it.

Okay guys, I hope I didn't end it too fast! Big thank you goes to Gilbird-For-President, and my mom for helping with French translations! I suck at French...

Anyways, translation time!

Maintenant, ma petite Angleterre, ne pas être bouleversé. Je suis ici pour vous. Je t'aime - Now, my little England, do not be upset. I am here for you. I love you

Angleterre, tu es mon amour, et je peux prendre soin de vous - England, you are my love, and I can take care of you

Amérique - America

Thank you all for reading, and I will be posting the France/Canada epilogue soon! :D