Hiya guys

i'm explaining the Britannia angel a bit, but not fully

i don't own Hetalia

Prussia slammed the door shut behind himself and leant against it, breathing heavily. Blinking several times, he attempted to make sense of what he'd just seen. Unfortunately for the Prussian, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't make sense.

Brows was an angel.

Limey was an angel.

Arthur was an angel.

England was an angel.

The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland was a fricking angel.

Giving up, Prussia allowed himself to slump onto the floor, his back supported by the door, and lazily examined the room he was in. It was an average sized bedroom that had a warm, lived in feel to it. The walls were a cream colour with a pine wood flooring and matching wooden wardrobe and desk. Covering the desk were various picture frames of different nations, and on closer inspection had words carved into it.

The most faded carving seemed to have been done by England himself and said, 'Feel free to make this room feel more at home, though there is a desk and a wardrobe in here for a reason. Please keep your rubbish off the floor as it makes it easier to clean.'

The ghost had a small smile on his face as he read each of the comments, a few of them even included a small insult towards the Brit. It seemed that every guest that had stayed round the Englishman's house had left a message, there was even an awesome one that Prussia had written himself, though he couldn't quite remember when.

Leaving the desk the albino examined the room further, there were little trinkets from different countries. There were a few toys that littered the windowsill, which belonged to some of the micro nations, as well as a few posters, ornaments, Prussia swore he saw a Russian doll somewhere, and some incense.

Gazing up at the ceiling though, it became clear that the guest room used to belong to Australia when he was a colony. The once white surface was completely covered in aborigine art. Around the outside were various landmarks of the country and native animals, whereas in the centre was a family portrait of some sort. Each person looked to be in someone else's art style.

"I've heard that Australia did all this when he was still a child. Apparently when England walked in, the poor boy thought that he would be scolded as he'd got paint all over himself, not just the ceiling.

"England, however, just admired the artwork with a small smile then left the room. When he returned he had a few of his other colonies and they all joined in with Australia to help him finish, they all drew themselves in the middle as well.

"All the other rooms have paintings on the ceiling now as all the colonies liked the idea of personalising their rooms. It was only Australia that offered his room as a guest room to other countries once he became independent. Some think it's so he can show off.

"Apparently, when you touch the painting any good memory that you have had with the nation; whose room it is, come to find. If, say Australia touches his painting, all of his good memories are brought to the surface. It's the same charm that he put on that snow globe."

Crimson eyes widened at the sound of that voice and snapped round to find a slightly see-through old man with silver hair that was tied back. Prussia recognised him immediately.

"Old Fritz!?" He breathed, finding this all a little too much for him to handle. Finding out that England was an angel, then seeing a man that he had once admired and thought he'd never see again right in front of him, was mind blowing.

"Ja Gilbert, it's me. I have to say that I'm not very impressed with what you did to England, just throwing him onto the floor like that." The old ghost scolded, but there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

The albino gaped at his former boss, he knew that England was an angel right? If he knew that Prussia had dropped the Englishman, he must know that the blonde was an angel, yet why was he so indifferent about it?

"You say that as if it's normal, which the awesome me is pretty sure isn't. The idea of him being able to see ghosts, I can take, as it's awesome. But that is different. Are you going to tell me that that is normal and that other nations can do that? 'Cause that's so not awesome for me to just find out now." The ex-nation asked animatedly, waving his arms around as if that would help make his point. All it accomplished, though, was Prussia reminding Fredrick of a chimpanzee. The old ghost smiled at the thought.

"Nien, England is the only one and it is a sad story why he is, one of which isn't my place to say."
"What? How did this happen?"

"I have already told you Gilbert that I can't tell you. I know that it is my duty to serve my country, but I cannot tell you how England came to be this way. If you are truly curious you will have to ask one of his bruders, don't ask England himself, he doesn't know."

Gilbert became thoughtful as he digested what his former boss had told him. So his brothers knew about this, and apparently more than England did himself. Why couldn't Fritz tell him, and what other nations knew about this?

Fritz waited patiently for the Prussian to finish thinking it through, leaning casually against the desk Prussia had been gazing at earlier. He knew from experience, that once Prussia was focused on figuring something out, you could not snap him out of his concentration. It was admirable, yet annoying at the same time.

"Can you tell me why he changes into it? Does that form do anything awesome?" Gilbert asked as he walked over to the bed and made himself comfortable. He had a feeling that they might be talking for a while.

"Ja, that I can tell you, though again it is rather sad. It eases his suffering, he changes into it when he admits that he is suffering."

"The limey has suffered a lot, anyone who knows a bit about his past knows that, yet the awesome me has never seen him like that before." Raising an eyebrow quizzically, Prussia cocked his head to the side as the Seven Years War came to mind.

"You need to listen to me more Gilbert, I said 'when he admits that he is suffering', i.e. either by crying or admitting it out loud. You still don't listen carefully to anyone. You know as well as anyone else how stubborn Arthur can be, so it's not often that he changes." The older ghost sighed, why did he have to start on this topic, he was going to be here for a long time, although it was nice to actually talk to his country again.

"Ja, Limey is as stubborn as Scheiße. Wait you just called him Arthur, the awesome me has never heard you call him by his human name before. Does that mean America knows? From what the awesome me has heard his seen Brows cry twice."

"Ja, I suppose I did. I have spoken to him a few times and he asked me to call him that. Nien, America hasn't seen him like that, very few nations have. When America was little, the first time he saw Arthur crying, he stopped Arthur from crying long enough for the change to happen. As for the revolutionary war, France told America not to look back as he left. The change doesn't happen as soon as he cries, it allows him a short amount of time to get a hold of himself."

The older ghost's eyes became solemn as he explained, not really noticing the shocked albino. It dawned on the Prussian that if France told America not to look back, then he must know about England, and that he'd kept this information from his two best buddies.

"What!? So Francis knows?"

Fritz mentally face palmed for letting that slip, of course the albino was going to pick up on that. Knowing Prussia as well as he does, he knew that Prussia now felt slightly betrayed by France.
"*Yes, France knows. He knew that losing America would cause the Briton to cry so told America not to look back, to keep his secret. Arthur's brothers made him swear not to tell, they only realised after Rome how important it actually was."

The way his former boss spoke made Prussia think that Old Fritz couldn't go into any more detail than that. He did however pick up on something important, England was like this before Rome, and Francis knew about it before as well.

"So how many people know about this, not including the awesome me?"

"Many ghosts know as we like to gossip but Nations, only ten others nations know. All of his brothers, France and Portugal know. Also some of his colonies: Australia, New Zealand, Hong Kong and Canada.

"Apparently Canada was the one who found Arthur in the rain once America left. He's also the one that knows the most out of the colonies - Francis has let a few things slip around him. Some of other colonies might know something, but have never said anything like the ones I mentioned earlier."

Honoured that he was one of so few that knew this, Prussia grinned wildly. He didn't care that the ghosts knew, but he was one of only eleven nations who knew this giant secret in the world of nations. Of course he wanted to find out why Arthur was like this, but it was clear that he wasn't going to find out from the ghost in front of him.

"Awesome! You said that he changes when he is suffering, but Brows wasn't, suffering when he changed just now?" Surely Fritz could answer this question, and then he probably wouldn't ask any more questions, to Fritz anyway.

"Oh, he can change into it anytime he wants, but doesn't usually choose to, so it's normally only when he feels suffering like I said earlier. When betrunken, Arthur's thought process isn't the same as if he was sober. He tries to avoid changing as it takes about a day before he changes back to normal. His brothers have never figured out why that's the case."

The Prussian smiled and rolled his eyes, it didn't really surprise him that England would do that while he was drunk, he was rather odd. What he didn't expect though was for the other ghost present to chuckle lightly, stand up straight and clap his hand together.

"Right, now that we have sorted that out, we can help you get a better understanding of your powers as a ghost. You already seem to have a good grip of passing through walls and flying, must be the help from that pendant Arthur gave you. Changing your appearance and the ability to possess someone are skills that may be better for you."

Coming to a complete blank, Prussia just stared at the older ghost with his jaw hanging open. He couldn't be serious right? Possession?

"What? Seriously? Possess someone? And why would I want to change my awesome looks?" His former boss chuckled at the albino's question, it was expected actually. Prussia was like a slightly annoying, but lovable nephew.

"Beruhigen (calm down) Gilbert, changing your appearance can be useful to avoid other ghosts. You can also use it to entertain others. I also don't mean for you to possess people for your own sake, but it can be used to help them. I saved your life a few times on a couple occasions by processing you for a short moment of time."

"You possessed the awesome me?! Why?"

"To stop you doing something stupid of course. That's why I am still here, to watch over my country."

It seemed that, at some point in his drunken state, England had woken up and managed to find a bed. England knew that he wasn't in his own bedroom but in fact Hong Kong's old room, as he woke up to a firework scene. England did wonder how Leon was able to fall asleep so easily with a painting of fireworks on his ceiling, but it seemed to have done the trick.

Groaning at the throbbing pain focused at the front on his head, the blonde rolled onto his side only to groan yet again. It was only then that he realised the extra appendages on his back, and the irritating light which stubbornly decided to stay by his head. The annoying glow caused his headache to grow even worse, but he could easily cope with it. The good thing about this form was that it almost cured his hangover.

The island nation slowly sat up, knowing that getting up quickly would just aggravate his head even more. The Englishman looked around the room only to notice that his clothes were thrown around the room. Apparently in his drunken sate Arthur had stripped down into just his underwear as he was too hot.

Grumbling to himself England picked up his clothes and headed out the door to his room. Picking out some clean underwear, a pair of baggy jeans and large jumper, the sleeves slightly too long, and headed to the bathroom.

Once feeling a bit more refreshed than earlier, he did have a mild hangover after all, he headed to the kitchen. Having experienced several hangovers, Arthur knew what to do. A few pain killers and a full English breakfast would do the trick.

"Bloody hell, what the hell did I do to my house?" England exclaimed as he saw the state to his house. There were various drink stains on the floor as well as broken vases and dirt, apparently while drunk he had thought it was a good idea to bring part of his garden into his hallway. That just meant that he would need to do some serious cleaning once he had eaten.

The kitchen wasn't in that much of a better state once he entered, although everything that he needed to make a tea was out ready for him. The scales were in the sink and a boot was on the stove, luckily it was off. Why did he sleep walk while he was drunk, although he usually had one of his magical friends looked after him, but then he did arrive late.

With his headache starting to subside, the Englishman decided to open all of his windows, letting some natural light into the house. Having been filled up by slightly over cooked eggs, bacon, sausages, mushroom beans and hash browns (against popular beliefs, England can eat a lot when he wants to, he just doesn't stuff his face constantly like some other nations) he was ready to clean his house.

Finding his ipod and putting it on shuffle, England placed the device into his pocket and rolled up his sleeves. He used the scarf that he wore around his neck the night before and tied it around his head like a bandanna, keeping his hair out of his eyes.

First things first, was to wash his plate, then to wipe the sides down. This was going to take a while.

Having just finished his intense training with Old Fritz, Prussia was in a bit of a daze but thought that he should go and find England to say sorry to the Englishman for dropping him. Finding that all the curtains were fully open, Prussia thought the maids (with such a big house England must have maids) had arrived.

He wasn't really prepared to find England with his back towards him, wings spreading out a bit through the rips in his jumper, dancing. The Brit was dancing along, swinging his hips whilst hovering, singing loudly.

"I want to break free, I want to break free~" The English man sang happily, oblivious to the Prussian watching him. Gilbert tried hard not to laugh at the at the island nation, he truly did. Arthur was just so funny, Gilbert really could not decide whether England was a serious person or not. He could be majorly stuck up one second, then doing something completely random.

"Nice moves Brows." The Prussian laughed as the Englishman suddenly stiffened, his wings twitching. Slowly the angel turned round, his face a deep shade of pink. He gaped like a fish as he tried to speak, clearly embarrassed. He quickly however managed to collect his cool, despite his embarassment, England had a strange skill to keep a calm façade. (unless he was talking to France or America)

"Yes well, I-"

"IGGY!?"

"Oh shit."

Yes, England likes to sing when cleaning his house. He and Prussia will need to have a jamming session whilst cleaning, Prussia will have a broom.

and yes I'm sorry about Fritz I didn't know how to portray him,

I know I didn't explain it fully as I want one of the uk brothers to. Yes I have mad an excuse for the brothers to show up. And yes America did see England cry when he was a kid but he was only crying for about 10 seconds, not long enough to change.

Not sure how the colonies painting their rooms came into this, but it just did. I liked the idea of it.

The story will pick up in a bit, I know i'm doing a few silly bits but it will become more serious and have a bit of action in about 2 chapters I think

erm i think that's it

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see you next time

oh and congratulations Will and Kate with your baby boy