You know the drill. I don't own Hetalia, because Hidekaz Himaruya does. I also don't have music... I'm going to fix tht, and then I'll continue writing this story.

*Cue elevetor music*

Re-cap: "Oliver?" Arthur asked, still not fully opening the door.

America froze, unsure of what to do. Oliver cussed under his breath, immediately hiding his knife and grabbing America, eyes daring him to speak. He shoved him into the nearest room, which just so happened to be his, and shut the door.

"Yes, poppet?" he asked, turning towards the door.

Arthur opened the door completely now, facing Oliver, worry evident on his face. Oliver noted the black gun in his arms, pointed at the floor. "Oliver, is someone in here? I heard voices... And a gunshot."

"Maybe one of your imaginary friends?" Oliver asked, not missing a beat.

"...Possibly." Arthur hesitated, then added, "But I could have sworn that I heard your voice.. Also, none of my friends are in the room."

Oliver held up his phone innocently, "I actually just got off. My boss wanted me to come in in an hour. I apologize for worrying you."

"Okay... Hey Oliver?"

"Yes?"

"One of my friends wanted to meet me somewhere. Could I go there instead of going out to eat with you? She wanted to meet me at the mall."

"Of course." he handed Arthur a wad of money. "Have fun."

"Thanks, I will." he handed the gun to Oliver, then left, only to pause half-way in the doorway. "Don't forget to turn off the car." Then he was gone.

Oliver watched as he left, feeling like something was wrong. He was forced to shrug it off when America pounded on his door. He went outside, strolling slowly, and turned off the car. He placed the gun back in it's secret hold, then shut the door and walked back to his living room. America was now in front of his tellivision, holding his gun.

The 2p glared daggers at him. "This had better be woth my time."

"It is."

He gestured to his table, in his dining room. "Then sit, and let's talk."

America sat down, if only because Oliver sat down first. He didn't trust him, not in the least, but this was more important than him being comfortable. "Eight years ago," he began, "England got depressed for some unconfirmed reason. He had gotten so bad that Norway and Romania, two... close friends of his, decided to take it upon themselves to help. They used a powerful spell, turning him into a child and erasing his memories. They sent him to an orphange." America's face scrunched up on the word close.

Oliver nodded, showing his understanding. America continued. "They didn't tell anyone what they did, undergoing even torture without admitting what happened. When they did finally tell us, it was because they chose to of their own free will. They said that they had told us only because if they didn't tell, and get England back, his country would be destroyed. My question is, did Arthur get affected by this factor at all?"

Oliver didn't need to think about it. "Yes, he did. When he was in the orphanage, records said he was often sick and was relatively weak; I noticed this as soon as I saw him. When I adopted him, I secretly cast a spell over him, while he was sleeping, detaching him from the physical ties to his country. Now he's healthy."

"I see. Okay. So, can we get custody of Britian?"

"No."

"Why not? If the country of Britain is faltering, isn't it dangerous to keep him?" America knew that his voice was rising.

"Yes, it is, but isn't it even more dangerous to let him go run a country? If he were to get depresed again, it wouldn't be good. For Arthur and for England. For another thin-"

"I'll look after him! He used to be my brother, I know what to do to make him comfortable!"

"Then why didn't you?" Oliver asked coldly.

America winced. He hadn't known... As if Oliver was reading his thoughts, he said, "My point. You can't read the mood. My 1p could be slowly dying, and you wouldn't be able to read the mood. You'd still be there, gauging yourself until we died. And then? Then you wouldn't get him back."

"B-but..." America ignored the feeling of guilt crawling in his chest. He found strength from somewhere, then, and spoke with defiance: "No. No, I wouldn't! The only reason I didn't know was because he shut himself away from the world!"

"And if he did that again?"

"He won't. Because I'll take him in my house and look after him."

Secretly, Oliver was amused by how hard he was trying; but his 1p was more important than him trying. "Okay, but for one more thing, how do you intend on getting Arthur to run England?"

"We'll get Norway and Romania to undo the spell they did on him."

Oliver grinned coldly. "And if, for the sake of arguing, they messed up? Or couldn't?"

America grimmaced. "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, it's nothing much... Really, if you do this, it'd be best for me. But, if Arthur will be happy with me doing this, I'll tell you your mistakes. First up: when Norway and Romania cast the spell on England, they made the spell a special way. I could tell when I put my spell on him, the one untieing him from the physical bonds of being the personification of a country, that the spell put on him was very large. The rules of this spell, and I assume that they didn't know this when they cast it over him, consist of not letting anyone except the person the spell is cast over undo it, under the consequences of, if someone else does it, the person under the curse could get severly hurt. One thing that's for certain is that, at minimum, Arthur would lose his memories for good."

America seemed to shrink down into his chair. "What else?"

"Rule number two: forcing the person under the spell to undo the spell, and this includes tricking them, will kill them."

"Und vhat do vou suggest ve do to solve zhis?" a voice asked suddenly. America spun around and looked at the source: Germany, behind him the rest of the Allies and the Axis, was standing in the doorway, looking by all means pissed.

"I thought you told him not to make a move, aru! Oh, well, since western countries are immature and I am above them, I will overlook this one, aru. Just fill us in, aru." China piped up.

"Da, we have more pressing matters to attend to." Russia smiled his signature smile.

"Ve vill discuss zhis later, America. Now fill us in." Germany said.

"So you guys should get close to him, and break the news slowly, once he trusts you. But you have to be very presice in your movements- he won't be your friend willingly. You know how much he dislikes you." Oliver said, after they had told the others their conversation so far.

"I have a sorution to this probrem." Japan said suddenly. All eyes looked to him. "Werr, you see, there's this place carred 'Guaken AU'. I've been thinking about buirding it, so we courd attend schoor and get to know what it feers rike to be part of this generation' society. If we were to buird it, we courd admit Arthur-san into it, and we courd arr pose as high-schoor students. If arr goes werr, we can get crose to him, and since no human wirr be there, either way he wirr become friends with some country. After a whire, we wourd ese him into the truth, and he wourd do the sperr wirringry."

Murmers of agreement and approval echoed through-out the group. Then France spoke.

"Oui, but 'ow 'ould 'e build zis 'Gauken AU' place? Zhere are 'lmost 200 countriez! Zhis 'lace would 'ave to be 'ompleted in a 'onth, when school 'tarts, or we 'ill 'ave to wait until 'e is in 'is senoir 'ear! Zhat will 'ot be 'nough time 'o get close to 'im!"

"Don't worry, aru! If Amrerica could give me a large patch of land, my people could build it, aru! We'd be done in minues, aru! Also, is this school a dormetory, aru?" China asked.

"It wirr have to be. If Arthur-san's friends came to visit often, he wourd not have a reason to befriend us. He wourd arready have some peopre to tark to." Japan answered. Oliver agreed.

"He is rather popular at his school. He would have no trouble getting through school alone, if his friend's were to stop by just about everyday, like I imagine they would if he were to transfer." the 2p informed everyone.

"Okay, so the school grounds need to be in another city!" America cheered. "China, I'll give you a place to build it later. Oliver, you need to tell Arthur that he was admitted into a very rich high- school. You need to sugar-coat it so he'll want to come, 'm'kay?"

"I understand. I'll let you guys plan this out, but I expect that Arthur will be here soon. One last thing, before you leave: I want to know who will be sharing Arthur's dorm with him." Oliver's eyes were deadly.

"I'll do it, so I can protect him, like the hero I am!" America offered first- and loudest, might I add.

Oliver seemed to gather a releived expression. Then it shifted to cold, again.

"Okay, so let's go to McDonald's to further discuss this!" America crowed.

Groans were heard, and ignored, as everyone filed out the door, waving good-bye. America was last in line, and, right as he was exiting, Oliver grabbed his sleeve. "America? Know that Arthur is a hormonal teen. If you take advantage of him, or hurt him, feelings or otherwise, I will make you suffer. Take care of him, and know that I'll be checking up every once and a while! Ta-ta~!"

He shoved him out the door and locked said door. Once he heard the car that the others came in pull out and drive away, he rested his back against the door and sighed. 'I wonder how Arthur is going to take this...' he thought, 'When it's a month from when school starts and he already had plans for the year.'

He hadn't told them that he knew the reason why England had gotten so depressed. He had figured it out when the school covered a certain topic in world history, and Arthur had come home crying. They were talking about the American Revoultion.

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