Read: I don't own Hetalia! That Awesome right goes to Hidekaz Himauya!

'No', England told himself sternly,' Your life isn't meaningless. You raised America, right? If France had raised him, America would have eaten french muck, and then he would eat even worse food than he does now.'

'That's not true. America would probably detest fast food had he been raised with France.' the voice said.

England had to hold back tears, telling himself,' I'm only a burden to everyone aound me... What kind of empire loses one of their country's? An english one... So, my life is meaningless? No, your life isn't meaningless... Except it is.' He took deep breaths, trying to calm himelf down. The Magic Trio met later that day, and he couldn't show up with tear-stained cheeks and red eyes..' No country's life is worthless, right?'

'Wrong.' the voice replied. Britain ignored that.

Speaking of the meeting... England glanced at his watch. The meeting started two minutes ago. Norway and Romania were supposed to pick him up- where were they?

A hand suddenly clasped on his shoulder, making Britain jump and let out a shriek. A totally manly shriek- for manly men. He looked up warily, finding the owner of the hand to be Romania. Norway was behind him, arms crossed over his chest, looking by all means concerned. England vigorously rubbed at his eyes with his wrists, knowing that it was futile, knowing that they had seen the tears threatening to spill.

The hand on his shoulder disapeared when Romania moved it to hug him, Norway seemingly muttering under breath. England accepted the hug then lightly pushed the Romanian away, feigning concern. " You all right there, old chap?" He pretended his voice didn't crack when he said it.

"Us? What about you? You were crying in the meeting!" Romania exclaimed. Norway moved closer, now next to Romania, who was next to England on the couch.

'So they snuck up and spyed on you? Some friends they are.'

"Ahh! T-that. Well, y-you s-see... My al-allergi-ies wer-were acting up, s-so... I-I do apologize if I h-had you t-two worryin-ng.." England tried.

Romania looked to Norway. Norway shook his head," He's lying."

"Tell us the truth, Britain." Romania ordered sternly, now serious.

"I am! W-what ki-ind of-f gentleman w-would I be if I w-were to lie?"

"An english one." Norway replied testily.

England paled, trying with all his might to not to cry. An english one...

"Why were you crying?" Norway asked again.

The country of Britain stayed silent.

Norway sighed. "Engalnd, we know that something's wrong... so either tell us..."

"Or we'll have America get it out for us." Romania finished.

England lost all of the color in his face. If he were to talk to America now, he would lose all of the respect he had."...So the problem's America." Norway concluded. The brit swallowed, his throat dry.

"England, if you don't tell us, we can't help you." Romania coaxed.

"You can't help me, anyway!"

"And why not?" Norway asked angrilly," I'm well aware that you're lying. I cast a spell on you the moment we walked through these doors- if you lie, I know. And you just lied, so we canhelp you! And you know it! So tell us!"

Silence. It took a moment for England to realize that he was crying, cold tears running down mercilessly. He shook his head- he should be able to tell them the truth; they were his best friends!

'Lie one more time? It'll work this time.' the male voice announced.

"It-it's just... Nothing. I..I just c-can't tell you. Please, just leave m-me alone. You have to trust me on this..."

Romania once again looked at Norway. The Norwegian said softly," He's telling the truth." He stood up slowly and walked to the door, waving goodbye without looking back. "Meeting's cancelled for today." He left, and Romania quickly followed him, waving goodbye sadly.

'I guess... That it's a good thing I learned how to vandalize spells.' the voice said. 'You're welcome.'

"Shut up." Britain said outloud.

Engalnd hadn't left the house in weeks. His food had run out, but he didn't care. His bills were over-due, but he didn't care. He felt like curling into a little ball and dying, never having to speak to anyone or do anything ever again. England had thought about killing himself to get it over with, but every time, at the last minue, he lost the will. So he opted to not replenish his food, just to see how long he would last. England, the country of Great Britain, was suicidal- and Norway knew it, even if everyone else was oblivious. One day he tried to talk to Egland, but said country denied him access to his apartment and told him to go away. So he told Romania about England's problem, and Romania went to England's apartment to try to talk to him, but he got the same treatment Norway had gotten.

Doing this was their only choice. If the two remaining members of the Magic Trio didn't do this, England would die.

Two figures cloaked in black scanned the perimeter of the apartments, begging to the Lord that England would come out, and they wouldn't have to do this. But he didn't, and they didn't have a choice. A man with platnium blonde hair and emotionless-a-first-glance eyes signaled for the other person, a man with strawberry-blonde hair and red eyes to go inside first. He did so, and Norway followed him in not even two seconds after.

Romania led the way, up to a small apartment suitable for a neat man, and stopped just outside the door. Norway moved to the other side of the door, before mouthing,' Are you ready?' to Romania. When he nodded, Norway put a sound-proof wall around the aparment- it could get loud. He nodded his head to Romania, giving him approval, and watched as he kicked the door down. Romania went in first, then himself.

Their target shot off of the couch, dull green eyes, usually so vibrant, narrowing when he saw the two men. "What the bloody Hell do you think you're doing?" he asked them, voice cracked and dry, but calm nonetheless.

"I'm sorry it came to this, England." Norway said, then quickly launched himself toward said brit and pulled a pair of handcuffs out. He strapped them to his arms behind his back before England could even compromise what was happening. Romania put the door back on with magic, then began reciting a spell that he and Norway had chosen earlier. When Norway had tied England to a chair, he joined in the spell with Romania, falling in unison with him, a red glowing ball in Romania's hands, and a blue glowing ball in Norway's.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LET ME GO- GET OUT! HELP!" England screeched.

They finished their spell and flung said spell at England with deadly accuracy. England began changing, twisting, shrinking, and morphing into a little boy, about nine years old. "W-what did you do to me, you gits? Change me back his instant!"

Instead of following his orders, Norway and Romania started on another spell.

Ten minutes later, they were left with a sleeping english boy who had no memory and no parents.

Finished with this chapter! As for the song on the right, I thought it was ironic that I put it with this story~