Hi guys, bet you didn't expect me to update seeing i'm in Spain (hehe) but i have wifi

anyway I'll let Spain take over

"hola mi amigos, Hutcchy does not own hetalia and apologizes for any mistranslated words as she uses google traslate. Mi amigo Gil wont trasnlate for her.

Can I go know, Roma was going to help me harvest some tomatoes?"

Yeah sure, and thank you Spain. You might want to be quick as i think i saw France with Romano.

"I'm coming Roma!" (sprints off, leaving a cloud of dust and tomatoes)

"What's that's gits problem?"

"Toni, just being Toni kesesesese!"

"Bollocks! I'm late. You Teutonic Wanker."

"Chill Limey, you looked tired so the awesome me thought to wake you up later. You've still got plenty of time to get to the meeting. America only left the house a few hours ago to get to France and he can't teleport."

The Prussian watched the frantic Briton run from one side of his room to the other, in aim to get dressed. The blonde suddenly stopped and twirled round on the ball of his feet and gave Prussia a death glare. The ghost thought that he had grown used to these looks, but this one was different.
This one had an undertone of panic.

"I don't have enough time to set up!" he yelled, spreading his arms out wide as if that would help illustrate the point. Noticing the blank look on the ghost's face, he dropped his arms to his sides and continued to rush to get ready.

The albino blinked several times just trying to figure out why that would cause the Limey to be so wound up. "Mien Bruder would just set up, he's always early." Crimson eyes were trained on the blonde, it was a miracle that he hadn't knocked everything over by how he was running around.

"No, not that kind of setting up you twit. I always arrive at meetings early to set up a charm, that's why I set my alarm so early. I can't believe I got up later than America of all people, how did he get up before me anyway?!"

Aiming to calm the island nation down, Prussia placed a hand on the Brit's shoulder, noticing how foreign this action seemed to him now, he had grown used to just going through everyone. "Arthur breathe. Verdammt. What do you mean by spell? And Canada called America this morning to make sure that he wouldn't be late, s'pose he didn't want to wake you after last night. That reminds the awesome me, I need maple syrup."

Worried emeralds gazed into that of crimson, finding the other's presence strangely relaxing, England let out a shaky breath, for once being grateful that the ex-nation was with him.

"The protective spell that I place on all the nations runs out at some point today. Every world meeting I cast a spell that puts a protective charm on all the nations that enter the conference room, it disables ghosts from possessing them. If the nation is safe from ghosts, then so is their boss. Can you imagine what would happen if some of the world leaders got possessed by angered ghosts?

"This meeting got pushed back due to your... well you know, I had to make sure that the meeting was no later than today. The spell wears off I think about lunchtime, and those meetings are always filled with ghosts that have grudges against nations. Someone is going to get bloody possessed and it's all going to be my fault! There will be another world war! People will die and there will be even more ghosts, which mean even more possessions! Which will lead to even more deaths!

"I've had enough of wars! I've seen too many new ghosts! I can't help them all Gilbert! There will be too many for me to help pass to the other side! I can't! It's bad enough seeing your own people die in front of you, but to see their mangled souls leave their body and carry on! I've seen too many bloodied children cry for their families, all alone! I can't do it anymore Gilbert!"

Tears threatened to fall as they formed in the corner of the blonde's eyes as he started to breakdown. Without even thinking, Prussia embraced the Englishman, holding him tightly against his chest. It was then that the albino realised that England's ability to be able to see him was like a curse for the island nation, a burden. It was then that he decided he should try and help the Briton out more, make everything easier.

"Nicht weinen (don't cry) Arthur, you'll change again and I know that you don't want that to happen before a meeting. I don't know why you're so worried Limey, you got the awesome me to help you now. I will kick any unawesome ghost's ass that tries to do anything. Come on let's go, you've got twenty minutes to get there in time."

Gilbert reassured the Brit, trying to sound as cheerful as possible, which did earn him a muffled chuckle from the Englishman. Arthur attempted to move away from the Prussian to get dressed, only to find that the ghost's grip was too strong. Muttering some words under his breath, a small flame suddenly flicked on the snowy white hair. Prussia swore and pulled back, releasing the Englishman who was laughing.

"Bloody git, don't tell me to get ready and not let go. Also if you're coming with me, then you may need to alter your appearance slightly. Just so no one recognises you, dead or alive. You said that 'Old Fritz' taught you various things, I'm assuming that changing ones looks was one of them."

England shouted from the bathroom, seeming to have got over his miniature breakdown pretty quickly. When the blonde reappeared from his bathroom, he was greeted by America. A floating America.

"Aahahahahahaha! I'm the awesome Hero." The look alike laughed with his hands on his hips. England tried not to laugh by throwing his hand over his mouth but only managed to snort instead, which caused the look alike to laugh harder.

"You know that would have been pretty good, if it wasn't for the fact that you're floating and that you still have a bit of your accent. Plus it's 'I'm the Hero!'" He imitated the American's voice perfectly once again, "America doesn't say awesome as much as you do Gil."

"Awh Iggy, I'm just trying to be more awesome to honour Prussia's awesome memory, but I will never be as awesome as him. I'm floating because of my awesome friend Tony made me some cool hover boots, you can't have them dude as you're not awesome enough."

By this time England's face had turned red from trying not to laugh, he succeeded in muffling them but a few giggles did escape his lips. This caused the ghost to beam - he'd accomplished his mission in cheering up the blonde.

"Be serious you git, you can't go looking like the Yank. Just change your hair and eye colour. Also don't speak too loudly, I'm not sure if Lucas or Vlad can see you but they will definitely be able to hear you." The Briton was mainly ready now and was just grabbing a few things from his room, items which to anyone else would just look like random objects.

Smirking, Prussia did as he was told and changed back to his usual self. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, his white chair changed to a light brown colour, his eyes a silver. Checking himself out in the mirror, the Prussian winked at his reflection then chased after the Englishman who had left the room.

"You want me to speak with an accent, I can do an awesome French one. Maybe Scottish, that will be more fun for the awesome me. Where do ye think ye goin' laddie, you'd be forgettin ye briefcase wee Arthur."

England automatically cringed at the exaggerated accent, there was no smell of tobacco anywhere in the house, so he knew that it wasn't actually Scotland in the room with him. Not that he really cared if his brother was there, it was just Wales had probably already told him about yesterday and Scotland could be protective when he wanted to be.

Clocking onto what Prussia had actually told him, England turned round to go and fetch his briefcase. The temporary Scotsman grinned as he watched the island nation go back for his case, muttering a wide variety of swear words.

As the Englishman rushed off to find his case a yellow glow crept up on the ghost and settled on his head. Prussia frowned as he felt the extra weight on his head (nearly non-existent, but still there) and looked up through his hair. He could just make out a dainty pair of feet kicking the air.

"You know what, I've changed my mind about you. I like you , you cheered up Arthur, and pretty quickly might I add. He didn't even cry, he nearly did, I mean the tears were there, but they didn't leave his eyes. Also your head is quite a nice place to sit, I might just stay here for a while."

It took a while for Prussia to realise who was speaking, as he definitely remembered the voice. The voice belonged to the fairy that had had a go at him when he arrived at England's house, Sunbeam, if he remembered correctly.

"Of course you love me, I am the awesome Prussia. I couldn't have Brows crying, it's so not awesome, and me being awesome, cannot have any unawesome around me. Feel free to stay up there, I'm used to things sitting on my head like mien awesome Gilbird."

The little fairy giggled, falling onto her back on Gilbert's head, kicking the air wildly. Her laughter sounded like small bells ringing, which reminded Gilbert of Arthur's laugh. His laugh did have a bell like quality to it, not as girly as the fairies, but pretty close. Maybe that's what happens when you hang around magical creatures your whole life.

"In that case I will, I will be your substitute Gilbird for today. I'm even yellow. I'm sure that Arthur won't mind, Minty usually sits on his head during meetings. We're the reason his hair is always so messy, we can't help it really, and his hair is just so soft and comfy. We ruffle it up and sort of charge it with our magic, sort of like static. He has given up trying to control it, as he would need a lot of gel, which he said is just a pain in the arse."

Snorting at the fairy, Prussia headed towards where the Briton had gone. How long does it take to get a briefcase?

"Ok mien awesome fee freund (fairy friend), you can be Gilbird's replacement for a while. First things first, Limey said that he puts a spell on the nations to stop ghosts from possessing nations-"

"Oh yeah that, he's been doing that for ages, even before meetings started. There wasn't really that many evil ghosts around when Arthur was young, it was over time that they started to become twisted and countries started to gain enemies. Some ghosts though, Arthur lowers the spell for if he trusts them. Some ghosts help protect the nations, Fritz is one of them."

"Well that answered mien question I was going to ask. Do you know how Brows became-"

"Come on Gilbert, time to go. You're going to have to hold my hand for me to teleport us to the Frog's place. Oh, good day Sunbeam, how are you doing?" England reappeared with his previously forgotten briefcase, and Minty now perched on his head.

"I'm fine Arthur, how are you and Minty?"

"I'm quite good thank you and-"

"Brows, the meeting?"

"Oh right, yes." The Englishman muttered some words under his breath, a green glow flowing from his fingertips. He could feel the extra energy his magical friends were giving him, meaning that he wouldn't get hit with a wave of fatigue as soon as he performed the spell. The Englishman smiled brightly and they were gone.

The small group landed in the car park outside the building where the meeting was being held. It was a bright day in France, a few clouds littered the sky crawling along seemingly with the cool breeze that was blowing. The temperature was perfect, not too hot and not too cold. This annoyed England greatly. Fucking Frog was going to rub this in his face.

Running a hand though his unruly hair, Minty hovered in the air for few seconds until he could take his perch again, Arthur mentally prepared himself for the meeting. And the fact that the spell was going to wear off, and everyone was going to be at risk, and someone was going to get possessed, and a war was going to break loose. Before the Englishman knew it, he was hyperventilating.

Noticing the look of England's face was similar to that he had pulled earlier when he had his mini breakdown, Prussia placed a reassuring hand on the blonde's shoulder.

"Ne need ta worry lad. Ye will 'ave me ta 'elp ye with the wee ghosites. Ye can trust good old Scotty."

Unable to stop himself, Arthur laughed at his friend's attempt at calming him down. The Prussian seemed to have a gift at being able to do this, maybe he was just so stupid that it was contagious, causing him to think that everything was funny.

Taking a shaky breath, England calmed down, looking back to the Prussian. A thankful smile flicked across his face, but was quickly replaced with a roll of the eyes and a scoff. "You're going by the name of Scott now, how original. Fine, let's go to the meeting. God I hate these bloody things."

The Brit sighed as he begrudgingly walked to the building, only to pause and turn around to pick up his briefcase. The Englishman then stomped off to the building, feeling slightly embarrassed that he'd forgotten his case again.

Prussia chuckled watching the Brit and the fuzzy bunny that followed him. The ghost grinned and looked up to the fairy who was still sitting on his head, still kicking lazily.

"Hey, Sunbeam the Awesome, he's going to be panicking the whole meeting isn't he?"

The fae jumped off of the Prussian's head and floated in front of his face, looking serious - a look which Gilbert decided didn't suit the girl. She cocked her head to the side and frowned. "Yeah, he will. He'll act as if everything is fine, but will be freaking out the whole time on the inside."

The ghost hummed in thought, before a grin stretched across his face yet again. "What do you say about keeping the Limey distracted? Make it so Brows won't have time to panic."

It was amazing how quickly the fairy's frown turned into a mischievous smile. This expression definitely suited the magical creature. "I like your thinking Gilly. I haven't had a good laugh in a long time."

"Angleterre, nice of you to join us mon ami. Were you out enjoying my beautiful country, seeing as it is obviously better than that wet little island that you call home?"

"Shut it Frog, unless you want me to burn every hair on your head individually and shove those roses that you love so much up your backside."

"Someone is extremely high strung today. What is wrong mon petite Lapin? Did you not get your beauty sleep? It certainly looks like it."

"Aahahahahahahaha. Iggy was asleep when I left this morning, he's just so old that he's always cranky."

"You know some people say that the British Empire was the empire where the sun never set, I like to think of it as where the sun never rises." England muttered with a dark smile, causing everyone in the room to shiver. Spain shouted something about his Armada and dived under the table.

It was clear to everyone that England was in an unusually bad mood today, and it was best to not anger the Briton. Most people automatically kept to an invisible perimeter made by the freezing aura circulating the Englishman, not wanting to enter.

The only person brave enough, or stupid enough, to enter was America. The young nation threw his arm around the smaller nation's shoulders, bringing him close.

"Awh Iggy, don't be all grumpy. Is this because I left you this morning and didn't say anything? Oh! Dude was it the ghost, did it come back? Are you really Iggy? Tell me something that only England would know!"

Finding the American's sudden change in attitude somewhat amusing, the freezing aura around Arthur dropped, making him slightly more approachable. He sniggered at a memory that he could use to embarrass the superpower.

"I know that when you are scared you like to sleep in a teddy-" A hand over his mouth stopped the Briton talking, but caused the island nation to smirk. It was just too easy.

"Ahahahaha, Ok so you are Iggy. Only you can be this grumpy anyway." The teen laughed, patting the smaller nation rather forcefully on the back, not realising that he had caused the Englishman to become irritated again.

Not really in the mood to yell England gave the American the two finger salute.

"Yeah peace bro, you going back to that hippie stage again? We should so bring that back. Ahahahahaha, so many colours." England simply smiled at the American's ignorance to the actual meaning of the gesture - piss off - and went to find his seat.

France brushed past the Briton, hand dangerously close to his butt. England automatically spun round and went to punch the other nation, catching himself before his fist collided with France's nose. France simply blinked as he was quite used to this.

"So why are you late Angleterre, did it have something to do with Amerique, ohonhonhonhon."
This time England didn't stop his attack on the French nation, though not going for the nose but his jaw. Grunting in approval as the Frenchman wheeled back in pain, Arthur shook the hand he had just punched the Frenchman with (not because he'd hurt it, it just added to the satisfaction (come on, how many wars has he been in, he should be able to throw a punch)).

Finding an empty chair next to Japan, England headed over to him, not before answering the Frenchman. "I am not late Frog, and I'm not early as my alarm clock broke. Also America came round yesterday as he doesn't like your hotels, not that it's any of your bloody business."

England smiled as he sat next to his friend, he needed to sit with someone calm today, and Japan seemed to understand that as he returned the smile. He merely greeted the Englishman and made some small talk while they waited for Germany to call the meeting to attention, even though France was the host.

As predicted, America started to go into a speech about how to save the world from Global Warming by putting sun lotion on the sun. Of course England commented on the stupidity of the plan, but when his comment was ignored he started to drift off into his own world.

This is when his previous fears about the ghosts started to creep up on him yet again. Prussia noticed the Briton's emerald eyes widen by a fraction and knew that he should start with his plan. First of all he swapped America's papers.

This would normally not seem like much of a prank at all, at most maybe causing the speaker to loose their place, but America would read aloud anything that he had written down in his notes - the nations had found this out once when America wrote random things down on his paper while waiting for his turn. What he then read out was a load of jumbled nonsense and some interesting observations that the young nation had made.

That is how the American started to give a detailed speech about making the perfect cup of tea. This caught the Englishman's attention immediately, and caused his head to snap to the direction of the laughing ghost and fairy.

"That was a belter, next time I'll be pranking the wee bastirt. Make em talking about someing other than tea." It seemed that Prussia was being serious about pretending to be Scottish.

The Briton hid a smile behind his hand as he rested his chin in his palm, he did get a lot of accusing looks aimed at him though. This didn't surprise him really, he was known for loving tea. The Englishman simply shrugged at the others telling them that he had nothing to do with it.

Most of the nations didn't buy this one bit, but decided to ignore the Briton considering his earlier dark mood. Romania and Norway however just rolled their eyes. They could just make out Prussia's shape and could hear him, but the ghost was still speaking with an accent, even when laughing. They just assumed that England had managed to get a ghost attached to him again. The island nation had a habit of befriending ghosts and for said spirits to take a liking to him due to his ability to see them. They often wouldn't leave him alone unless he helped them pass on, or he threatened them.

They watched in amusement as the ghost placed sticky labels on the back of countries, each of them had some form of insult, or pictures on them. This was one of the good things about most people not being able to feel Prussia when he touched them. He did go to put one on Russia, but decided against it when Belarus growled at him.

At the moment Prussia was tying everyone's shoelaces together while Sunbeam was pouring something into various nation's glasses of water. The magic trio exchanged looks, a small smile on each of their faces as they knew what the fairy had put in them.

It was when Germany spoke that England and Romania couldn't contain themselves and burst out laughing, Norway just chuckled lightly. Many other nations also joined in only to realise that they were in a similar situation to the German.

"Ve~ Germany, your voice is so squeaky, it's funny."

"How come your voice is the same fratello, dammit?"

"Awwwwhhh Roma, you sound so cute."

"This is, like totally funny."

"Poland, your voice is still the same."

"What is the meaning of this aru?"

"I find it amusing da."

"Brother I don't care that your voice is so high, I still love you. Marry me."

"Hey jerkerleas you sound so stupid."

"Shut up you Stupid head."

"Calm down Greece-san and Turkey-san, I don't think it is permanent."

"Oh god Kiwi, you sound just like the sheep you love so much mate."

"I swear, if you're behind this Aussie, I will kill you."

"Everyone shut up!" Germany yelled to try and catch everyone's attention, only to cause more nations to laugh. They did stop however when a shot gun went off, Switzerland calmly sat back down in his chair, gun resting against his chair and nodded towards the German. Germany cleared his throat before he spoke again.

"Thank you Switzerland. Ja, some of our voices have changed but we are nations and we should be able to do a simple thing such as have a meeting. When I find out who is responsible for this, they will be in serious trouble." This caused Prussia to laugh like a maniac and for England to snort.
'Good luck with that' they thought at the same time.

The nations in the room turned their attention to the Englishman when he snorted with accusing gazes. The Brit frowned, not liking where this was going. He decided to act indifferent at the whole ordeal so sat back in his chair, legs crossed and took a sip of his drink.

"I don't know why you are all looking at me, I haven't moved from this spot so it couldn't possibly be me. The fact that the fairy who did just happens to enjoy tea is a coincidence." Arthur stated calmly and took another sip of his water, before setting it down. "I believe that you were saying something about your countries education system when the meeting fell apart." The Englishman raised a brow, as if daring anyone to say anything. Finding that no one was going to say anything, he smiled victoriously and uncrossed his legs.

That was until the strip tease tune started to play. Before anyone knew what was going on, there was an explosion of roses dancing in the air. Once the roses floated back down, there was a naked Frenchman standing proudly in all his glory.

"Put some clothes on you Cheese Monkey. God, you really do love yourself don't you?" England exclaimed in disgust, shielding his eyes with his hand.

Prussia laughed from behind the nation, England's phone in his hand as he was the one who was calling the Frenchman - meaning France had England saved as the strip tease tune. "It's only ye that he has for that ringtone ye ken. I don't think ye wannae know whot he has for Antonio."

"To love one's self is a lifelong romance, non."

To say that the Englishman was furious was an understatement. To think that England only really called the Frenchman willingly when he was extremely stressed or needed some help and the Frenchman was most likely talking to him naked was infuriating.

Before England knew what he was doing, he had dived at the Frenchman shouting an impressive set of curses, while strangling the Frog. Germany tried to pull France away from the Englishman, while America grabbed hold of the island nation.

Arthur was kicking and screaming in America's arms when he felt the magic in the room suddenly drop. Going limp the American's hold, England stared at the clock which read 11:23. The time the nations where no longer protected, and by the looks on some on the ghosts faces they knew

There we go. Now you know why England is always early for meetings.

I like the next chapter it was easy to write, but the one that is coming after that will depressing. I will probably cry as i'm writing it, which is what i'm going to do after i put this up, or go to the pool.

Apparently American (correct me if i'm wrong) don't know what the two finger salute is. It's a backward peace sign that means piss off, which we sometime use instead of just flipping the bird (is that the right phase, i usually just say give the finger but only just noticed that that could be taken the wrong way). there's some urban myth that says it came about when the french cut off the archers fingers, making them useless, and stuck up those fingers to taunt the answers (this could be wrong, probably the other way round actually, but i'm too lazy to look it up )

I'm not that sure why Prussia became Scottish I just thought it would be funny.

until next time