"It's raining… again…" England sighed as he looked out of the window to his apartment in London. "I wish something bloody interesting would happen, I mean the faeries had to go on an important mission with someone named Avi so I'm all… alone…"

England sat at the window and stared at the drab scenery while he let his mind wander and he thought. He thought about the 100 years war, the World wars, the Revolutionary war, and the time when he was still a young child. The world had been so much different then and he would always squabble with Francis. He gave a little chuckle as he remembered that time when he was younger and had wanted to have hair like France's, when he was suddenly jolted out of it by a series of sharp rapid knocks on the door.

I wonder who that could possibly be. He thought as he got up and walked towards the door. "Coming!" He shouted as he heard someone yell his name and he picked up his pace. "Hel-", Arthur stopped short when he saw who was at his door. "What the bloody hell are you doing here!?" He asked surprised and annoyed at the same time.

"Bonjour Angleterre, so nice to see you again!" The man at the door shouted in a thick French accent.

"Why are you here you stupid frog!" England said annoyed, when on the inside he was smiling, glad someone had come to visit him when he was rudely interrupted.

"You gonna let us in or what?" Lovino said bitterly as he pushed in front of the Frenchman.

"Huh?" Arthur said surprised, he hadn't noticed the grumpy Italian that had been standing behind France.

"You," he said as he pointed to the Englishman, "let us", he said as he pointed back to the others England hadn't noticed before, "inside your house." He finished, England ignoring the tone Romano had used, opened the door wider for them.

"Of course, please come in." He said as he stepped away from the doorway to let the nations in.

"Thanks for letting us in ve~." Italy said as he walked into the small, red coloured apartment.

"Yes, thank you very much." Germany said as he too walked in.

"Gracias amigo!" Spain said as he hurried in, dragging an annoyed Lovino and another young man with him.

"So… what brings you all here this afternoon? Did that stupid yank America do something again?" He said after they had all sat down and were drinking tea, making sure to not touch the blueberry scones or raspberry curd. (I actually like England's food somewhat…. My favourite are scones!)

"No it's not that at all!" Feliciano reassured, "It's just, well…" the cheery Italian trailed off as he looked down sadly.

"What's the matter Italy?" England asked, when he noticed the man Spain dragged in pat the down trodden Italian's back. "Also this has been on my mind for a while but who is that young man?" He asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Well that's just it!" Lovino yelled impatiently as he pouted and turned away.

"What's going on with all of you?" Arthur asked as he looked from a crying Italy to a fuming Romano.

"Well, the potato bastard's brother over here has gone and lost his damn memory!" He explained as he gestured towards Gilbert, who gave a little wave as England looked towards him. So that's who that was. Arthur thought as he gave a wave back and turned to the Italian man. "So we need your freakin' help." He finished with a nod and turned away from the Englishman.

"Yes China sent us here saying you or your 'magical' friends could help us." Germany said.

""Well I am afraid my friends have stepped out." England said apologetically.

"Oh…" Italy and Spain said at the same time and hung their heads.

"Hey, don't get depressed on me yet!" England said confidently as he got up and walked over to the bookcase. "Just because they are out does not mean that I don't have a possible solution." He continued as he pulled a book out of one of the shelves.

"What the-" France said as they all watched in awe as the bookcase swung open and England walked in.

"I'll be back in just a minute." He said as he disappeared into the darkness of the hidden room.

"This is odd." Prussia stated after England had gone.

"You get used to it." France shrugged as Germany spoke up.

"Do you think he can help?" He asked worriedly.

"I'm sure everything will turn out okay Alemania, you worry too much amigo." Spain said when England suddenly appeared again.

"I found a potential potion that could help and I've already almost finished preparing it." England said.

"Yay!" Italy cheered at this and the other countries face brightened at the new hope.

"But I'm missing one important ingredient and I need you to go to Denmark and get it for me." He explained.

Italy's face fell but suddenly perked up again. "We'll go get it than! Right guys?" He asked the other countries.

"Of course mon ami!" France said as the other countries agreed.

"It's settled. Tomorrow you all will head out for Denmark and meet up with him at the airport to get the ingredient. I've already told him what it is so you just have to pick it up." He explained to them.

"Aright, we better go find a hotel for the night then." Germany said as they all got up to leave for their journey.

"Ah, you didn't eat a thing!" England exclaimed as they headed towards the door.

"That's okay, we're not hungry." Lovino quickly answered as they all ran out of the apartment room.

"All alone again huh?" He said as he regained his place on the window sill. "I wonder why they didn't eat the scones though." He thought out loud and shrugged it off. "Guess they weren't hungry."

MEANWHILE ELSEWHERE:

"I am glad we found this hotel." Germany said as he lay in bed that night.

"Yeah, Francis kept scaring away all the clerks at the other hotels. Luckily, this one was fierce and knocked him out with the sign-out book." Prussia replied from his own bed.

"Guten Nacht brüder." Prussia said as he started to drift into a calm sleep.

"Guten Nacht, Preussen." Germany whispered as he too drifted off into sleep, pondering what was to come the next day.

Next time on Iron Cross: DENMARK!!!! (Tune in next time if you would be so kind!)

Disclaimer: You know the drill I own nothing blah blah blah.

Anyway so this story is almost finished! After this is done I am going to concentrate on The Reason why Magic was Banded and then I have another story I have written that is all planned out! I hope you like it!

In case you're wondering the rooms were split like this: They split four rooms, each with two beds. Germany with Prussia, The Italy brothers together, Spain by himself, and France by himself. (No one wanted to be near the Frenchman, Romano was sure to save Spain from that."