Oh God so many reviews (squeals)

Yeah sorry guys this is a bit late, I have been busy. Just to tell you mattress surfing is fun and that is not what I was doing instead of writing this story. I'm sorry I have a strange way of entertaining guests. (Kesesesese, It was awesome)

Also to my guest reviewer, yeah I know it was only that I finished writing the last chapter that it reminded me of Full metal Alchemist. the idea of that chapter came from a dream, s depressing on at that and I may have been re watching the series around that time. Sorry about the grammar mistakes they slip through, I'll fix it at some point.

Any way this chapter is a bit slow compared to the other one and a bit ooc, but then Scotland isn't official yet so who knows, he could very well be a wuss (I highly doubt it)

Hutcchy dosen't own Hetalia. Good thing too as the git likes to make my life a living hell.

sorry Iggy

Enjoy

Scotland's face immediately paled as the sounds of England's soft weeping filled the otherwise silent room, the gentle pita pata of the rain drops hitting the glass coinciding with angel's sobs. The Scotsman's brain seemed to shut down as he just stared at his brother in horror, his fists clenched in tight fists and his body trembling; to the Prussian, it looked as though the red head's legs were about to give way.

Trying to help the older Briton, Prussia placed a hand on the nation's shoulder to gain his attention. Alistair jumped at the sudden contact and turned to face the ghost, he looked completely lost. Normally, the albino would be stunned by this, but now that he understood the situation he simply brushed it off and leant in close to the other.

"He needs you now, go and be the good big bruder you really are. So what if he remembers, that just means he knows some old magic and a past mistake he made. Ja the memory is sad but he will now remember that you and the rest of your bruders tried to save him, which is awesome. The awesome me will leave you alone to make the limey some tea." The ghost whispered before he left for the kitchen.

Alistair simply nodded and swallowed as he carefully knelt down by his brother. He hesitated as he went to reach for the blonde, feeling his eyes heat up he stopped just short of England's head.

Seeing his brother's shoulders shaking, his wings wrapped around his body as if shutting himself off from the world, Scotland threw all caution out of the window and took hold of England.

The blonde's eyes widened in shock as he stared blankly over his brother's shoulder. This only lasted for a moment before England buried his face into the taller nation's chest and continued crying. Alistair didn't seem to mind that Arthur's tears were soaking his t-shirt, the older Briton just kept repeating that he was sorry as the blonde cried. It took a while for Scotland to make out what England was saying, when he did, he froze.

"Thank you, Alistair. Thank you. Thank you."

Shocked, Alistair gently pushed the blonde out of his chest to study the Englishman's face. As expected the smaller nation's eyes were red and puffy, his face drenched in tears, but he was smiling. He was happy, but why?

"Whot?" was the only thing that the Scot could say. His brother had the right to be furious at him or to feel extremely depressed, yet here he was thanking him. The red head tried to say something else several times but failed, only accomplishing to gape at his brother like a fish, amusing the blonde so he had a light chuckle, which, although cheery, had a sad undertone to it. Ah, so the angel wasn't completely happy.

"I dinnae understand Arthur, ye should be furious at me or upset, but 'ere ye are smiling." The Scotsman quizzed, allowing the blonde to place his head back onto his chest. Alistair began to run his fingers through Arthur's hair absentmindedly, as he continued to stare into space trying to figure out what was going on.

England closed his eyes and took in a deep breathe. He was knackered, so many different emotions were dancing around in his head, it was enough to make him dizzy, yet he found he was able to talk to his brother.

"Of course I'm upset about it, you erased my memory but it was for my own good, I can see that. I would have most likely tried it again, possibly losing my life, but because of you I didn't. Yes, the thought of failing to stop our mother leaving is painful but I can actually remember her now."

Tears began to pour down England's face yet again as the feeling of relief washed over him. Alistair drew his brother away from him again to examine his face, his brother's words sinking in.

"Ye dinnae remember our maw?" His acidic green eyes becoming sullen and sympathetic at the very thought. It distressed Scotland to see his brother nod at his question, even more so when England offered him a small smile before looking away.

"I couldn't remember her face, her voice, anything really about her, except that she was there. I thought that I had failed her as a son for not being able to recall something so simple as her hair colour. I hated myself for it. I wanted to ask you about her to see if it would jog my memory, but I felt ashamed to.

"Then I was taken by Rome and found that I couldn't talk to you anymore as you kept driving me away. When we grew close again, I still couldn't bring myself to ask. But now I know there was a reason why I couldn't remember her and that I didn't fail her. So thank you. Yes, you could have probably handled things a lot better, like not pushing me away, but I understand. Don't get me wrong, I am angry with you, if I was in better shape your nuts would have found a nice new home in your intestines, but I understand."

It was only when England looked back at his brother that he saw the tears rolling down Scotland's face. An alarmed expression came over the Englishman's face - seeing his brothers cry was extremely rare and it was only when one of them was hurt. The only time he could remember seeing Alistair cry was when he saw what the Blitz had done to both Connor and himself.

Arthur didn't get time to panic though as he was pulled into a bone crushing hug, causing an odd sound to escape the Englishman, a bit like a frog getting sat on (not a Frenchman but an actual frog). The angel struggled weakly to get out of the Scotsman's grip, but soon gave up finding that he simply did not possess the energy to do so. Instead the blonde allowed his muscles to relax and wrapped his wings around his brother, it was a strangely comforting hug that only England could give. The white feathers tickled Alistair's nose, causing him to chuckle and tighten his hold on the angel.

England let out a squeak in pain, causing the red head to remember that the blonde was injured. His hold immediately slacked, acidic eyes examining the bandages closely.

"Bloody git! You almost suffocated me you thick skulled twat. Crying on me like that, then just hugging the living daylights out of me. What caused you to act like that?"

Finding that he hadn't caused the moaning nation any harm, Scotland met his brother's gaze, a Cheshire Cat grin on his face. It only grew wider when he saw the scowl, which was dangerously close to a pout, on the blonde's face. Alistair knew that Arthur was trying to look frustrated but when he was an angel he always appeared younger, and with that nearly pout, Alistair would say that his little brother looked cute. Which he did, winning him a punch in the arm.

"I've been hatin' the day ye find out about maw, worried about how ye were going ta react. Thought you'd go inta a depression or hate us. Never thought ye'd forgive me. Ta think that I've been worryin' all these years for nothin'. Come 'ere wee Bunny." Alistair flashed Arthur another grin and pulled his brother into a hug. He was so relieved. He had been haunted by these thoughts for centuries, worrying about the day Arthur would find out, all of his brothers had. Alistair could still remember the time when Dylan found out that Ireland had erased a bit of his memory, Dyaln was not a nation you wanted to get pissed. But when England said that he understood, it was a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. He did question whether it truly was Arthur he was talking to at first, as he wasn't the forgiving type, but the kicking his balls comment destroyed that thought. At the moment, Alistair was on a mental high and Arthur's high pitched obscenities just added to it.

Prussia was feeling a bit bummed out, to put it lightly. He had so many questions, none of which he actually felt comfortable talking to Scotland about, maybe England when he was feeling better. He couldn't quite come to grips with what he had just seen, which probably explained why he had been just staring at the fridge for the past five minutes.

Donk.

"Ow!" Prussia rubbed the back of his head, surprised that something was actually able to hurt him. He looked down to the floor to see a teaspoon on the floor. Frowning, the ghost looked up to see a grinning fairy. Right, magic things can hit him. Stupid Sunbeam, smiling at him, looking so pleased with herself.

"Come on Gil, you came out here to make some tea, not to examine a fridge. If you want something to stare at then just look at my beautiful face." The fae smiled sweetly at him giving her hair a flick, in a way similar to France. If the albino was in a better mood he probably would have laughed at the girl, how is it that this fairy was the one paired with Brows?

Seeing that her attempt to make the ghost smile had failed, the girl's face softened as she perched herself on Gilbert's shoulder. "Don't worry Gil, trust me this is a good thing for the both of them. Alistair will finally be able to relax, and the blanks in Arthur's mind will be filled in. Anyway, I'm guessing you are not familiar with the art of fine tea making and seeing that I am your temporary companion I will teach you this. One of the quickest ways to earn respect from the heard known as the British Isles brothers, is to be able to make a good cuppa."

The Prussian snorted at the magical creature on his shoulder, he'd found that he had been doing that more since he'd been around the Limey. (Gott, he was rubbing off on him!) Though, as it was most likely true, (the thing about making a tea and the brothers,) the ghost went to the cupboards and pulled out some cups, causing the fairy to smile and happily tell him what else he needed to get. As the fae instructed the ghost what to do, she studied his face, not happy with the far off look he had.

"Ok, what's bothering you? You can't make a tea when depressed, it will taint its taste. Before you ask, Arthur is actually calm whenever he is making his tea, it's like some strange soothing drug for him. (My charge is so weird)."

The albino sighed, his shoulders slumping, which caused the creature sitting on the left one to fall onto her side. He put everything in his hands down and paused for a moment, trying to make sense of everything going on in his head. There was one obvious question he wanted to ask, but didn't feel as if he should, to the fairy anyway; instead he settled for the small things troubling him.

"Northern Ireland is their blood bruder right?" Gilbert felt a bit silly about asking this question, he had a pretty good idea what the answer was but just wanted to check.

The fairy didn't seem to find anything wrong with the question and straightened so she was upright again. She knew that wasn't the main thing troubling the ghost but wasn't going to push it, that would just be too much effort.

"Oh you mean because Britannia's death was before he was born, yeah he's blood related. He came about the same way as your brother I suspect. Germania visited you right and gave your brother to you? Same thing with Connor, Britannia came to earth one day and handed the boy over to a very shocked Alistair and Arthur - Dylan remained calm throughout the whole thing, hardly anything fazes him."

Sunbeam looked off to the side thinking about Connor's entrance to the world, and how Dylan took it in his stride. Seriously there could be a twister in his living room and Wales would simply get up and move somewhere else - unless his family was in danger, or his sheep, or he was watching rugby, then he would freak out.

"Patrick didn't like Connor at first, as he thought his mother was replacing him. Didn't understand why there were two representations for Ireland when he was still alive and kicking. He didn't realise until recently that it was because his people had separated themselves into two different countries. They get on fairly well now though; it's a bit of a love hate relationship. Sort of like Arthur and Francis, but a tad more hostile."

Prussia's eyebrows rose as the magical creature thought aloud to herself. He pictured the relationship between England and France, then tried to imagine it with a bit more violence, surely that couldn't be possible.

"Scheiße, what do they do at Christmas or other family get together? Are they not allowed to sit next to each other?" It wasn't really one of the questions he planned to ask, but he was curious about how this family functioned.

"Yeah, they are not allowed to be left in the same room for a long amount of time. Arthur used to sit next to Connor with Alistair on his other side, Patrick on the other side of Alistair, but Patrick and Alistair ended up just joining forces to pick on him. Connor would usually defend Arthur against Patrick, but usually joined in if Alistair joined in. In the end Dylan swapped with Arthur, but they all still tease him. There is always some sort of fight that breaks out when they are all together."

Click

Steam spluttered out of the kettle bringing the fairy out of her chatter about seating arrangements and hovered above the kettle. She watched as the ghost poured the hot water, telling him when to stop.

"You seem really calm about all this? I mean even the awesome me is a bit worried about all the countries out there that aren't protected from ghosts." Prussia asked as he stirred the tea, he couldn't help but think of Germany when he said this.

"I am worried, but worrying doesn't get you anywhere. Most of the nations are being looked after by their own magical creatures native to their land. Patrick is doing something, but I'm not sure what. The other brothers won't really do that much while Arthur is injured, he is the one that mastered leaving his body to enter someone else's. He will need to cast a spell to make it easier for the others, the good thing about that angel form is that it makes his magic stronger."

Prussia looked thoughtful for a moment, trying to think of any mythical creatures that may be protecting his brother. He hadn't seen Fritz in a while, maybe he was with Ludwig. With that thought reassuring him, he allowed his mind to wonder on to start focusing on something else that was bothering him.

"Hey, mien awesome sidekick?" The fairy hummed to show that she was listening, telling him to carry on. "Limey had his memory erased, can it cause him to lose any other memories and have any other countries had it done to them other than Wales?"

Sunbeam could tell from the ghost's tone that this was something that was worrying him, she sighed and patted his cheek. "No, Arthur's, and Dylan's, memory is fine, although they do tend to forget where they place things, but that's it. You've seen it when Arthur goes into a daze, reliving his past? That's a side effect, it actually strengthens his memories of the past, if he starts to forget something that happened, he will have a flashback so he doesn't forget.

"As far as I know, only those two have had it done to them. Why is this bothering you Gil? No need to be shy, it's not like I can go and tell all the other nations anyway. If it's a fear, would it help if I told you one of Arthur's beforehand?" She said softly, Prussia didn't believe a word of it though.

"He is scared of water."

Once again, Gilbert was shocked at what he had just learnt. "What?! When did this happen? Brows loved the sea though, used to be pretty good at swimming as well. The amount of times the awesome me kicked him into the sea just to get the Scheißkerl off me is stupid. Can he still swim? What about rain, it's always raining here, he can't be scared of that?"

"After the Asylum business and not very well, he has lost all confidence in it and panics when he is surrounded by so much water. Ironic really, seeing as he's an island nation. The rain he is fine with, he's grown used to it. His brothers got him through the first few times it rained.

"Now tell me what is bothering you, I just told you a big secret or Arthur's – don't tell him I told you - so tell me yours. I don't care if you think it is something stupid, as I have learnt a lot of weird fears so I'm not going to judge you."

The ghost looked down to his feet, only just noticing that they were bare, how long had they been like that? He closed his crimson eyes for a couple of breaths before reopening them. "I'm scared of forgetting, and/or being forgotten.

"When I was younger- I was so cute by the way - mien Vater started to lose some of his memories when he started to fade. It was only small things, but it scared me. I started to write a few thing that happened each day down, so I could jog my memory if I needed to. It was only after mien Vater died that I started to keep journals as everyone slowly started to forget who he was.

"I didn't want people to simply forget who I am or was, so I made sure to write down everything. Leave something behind so that everyone remembers how awesome I am. I was thinking of having a giant statue of me in Prussia, a monument like those pyramids that Egypt has but Lud wouldn't let me do it. So unawesome." The ghost chuckled, but it sounded hollow.

The fae nodded, finally understanding why the Prussian seemed so… troubled. The very idea that he could actually have his mind erased by another nation had terrified him, and for England to have actually experienced it had probably shaken the Prussian.

"I actually started to forget something when I started to fade." The albino whispered mainly to himself as he placed the tea cups on the tray and proceeded to the living room. The fairy pretended not to hear, sensing that the ghost didn't want to talk any more.

When Prussia entered the living room, he found the elder Briton holding the other in a bear hug. Arthur was swearing like the true pirate he is, whereas Alistair was just laughing. It was nice to see that they had worked things out, but no one ignores the awesome Prussia.

"Hey losers, got tea for you as I am just that awesome." He flashed the pair a wicked smile showing them the tray of British goodness. The grin only widened at the brothers' reactions.

Scotland stopped laughing and looked over his shoulder to the ghost, a huge smile on his face, similar to one that Australia pulls. England stopped swearing immediately, his wings fluttered slightly in excitement his eyes going wide. The pair looked like children in a sweet shop, they ogled the tea and scones as if they were treasure.

Gilbert laughed as he lowered the tray of goodies onto the table. The Britons separated from each other and sat at each end of the sofa. England reached for his tea first, but winced at the movement. Scotland pushed him back down gently, the blonde hardly fought against him and sat back down, Prussia then handed him his hot beverage. The Brit took it gratefully taking small sips. A look of surprise came to his face when he tasted how good it was - he had been telling America how to make tea for ages and he still couldn't get it right. His surprise faded though when he saw sunbeam sitting on silver hair.

"Look Brows how not burnt my awesome scones are. They're actually ok when they aren't burnt; maybe I should give your people a chance with their food and just not have yours." The ghost mocked as he bit into the pastry, this action succeeded in him getting a pillow thrown into his face and a laugh from the red head.

The group had eaten their snacks quite happily, chatting about small unimportant things, Minty even joined them at some point. It would look like a peaceful setting to someone from the outside, but those inside were just trying to ignore all the misery that had filled the room earlier and the phenomenal task they would have to deal with later. At the moment though, while they could, they wanted to relax as it might be a while until they could again.

Soon after all the tea was drunk and the scones eaten, the phone rang. The angel went to move to get the phone but was pushed back down by the Scotsman, who left to answer it and bring it to the blonde. Prussia saw the red head reach into his back pocket as he walked out the room, no doubt he was going to have a quick smoke whilst on the phone.

England waited until he could no longer hear his brother's footsteps before he turned to the ghost, readjusting himself to get comfortable. Gilbert looked over his shoulder feeling Arthur's gaze on him and raised an eyebrow, telling the other that he had his attention.

"I just want to tell you Gilbert that I still fully intend on making you a nation again, now that I know how to you will just have to wait a bit before my magic replenishes. Don't worry I know what I did wrong last time and I can-"

"Nien Limey. You are not going to do it. Look I have found out a lot about you these past few days Arthur and I want to help you. You have been doing too much on your own Brows, it's about time you had some help and who else is better than the awesome me?"

Crimson eyes stared down the emeralds with pure determination, he was not going to back down. Arthur seemed to know this as his eyes filled with remorse, he had known his drinking buddy long enough to know that when serious about something, there was usually no way you could persuade Gilbert to do otherwise.

"Gil, I'm fine, I have been doing this for ages, why would I need any extra help now? My brothers are here to help me any way. It's easy enough to do Gilbert. I just can't be the caster and the 'linkee', that position will probably have to be filled by your brother."

"Nien, I'm not letting mien bruder suffer for me!"

"He won't suffer, it's the caster who will feel the brunt of the spell and you."

"Nien Arthur, I don't want to hurt you either. I want to protect you."

This statement caught the Englishman off guard, causing him to blink wildly and maybe blush a little. Prussia didn't seem to care as he stood with his hands on his hips looking all too serious. Any other person would give up at this point, but England, like the rest of his brothers was incredibly stubborn.

"Fine, think of your brother. He hasn't lost anyone close to him before has he? Don't you think he is going to find this difficult. You know better than anyone that he will not show his feelings to anyone and will suffer silently. Please Gil, let me help you. I hate seeing people suffer when I know that I can bloody do something. Any way it won't hurt much, nothing I can't handle." Arthur tried to explain as softly as possible, knowing full well that mentioning Prussia's brother was a low hit.

Tensing immediately when his brother was mentioned, Prussia gave England a hard look. The Prussian relaxed when he saw that England was actually concerned for Germany, they had sort of been getting on recently. They had some bonding time whenever they both had to pick up a member of the bad touch trio, even Romano seemed less distant from them.

Seeing that Arthur was starting to work himself into a state, which he didn't really need with his wounds, he sighed. "Fine, I'll think about it after this whole possessing stuff is out of the way. I wasn't lying earlier Brows, I want to protect you and I am going to protect and help you throughout this with mien awesomeness. Only when everything is all sunshine and rainbows am I going to possibly think about it, cause that's just how awesome I am."

If Gilbert didn't know better he would say that there were tears forming in the Englishman's eyes. The blonde opened his mouth to say something when Scotland walked back into the room, phone in hand.

"It's China. I may 'ave told 'im that ye were awake so he demanded to talk to ye." The Scottish nation said in an apologetic tone but his face said the exact opposite. Arthur took the phone from his brother, resisting the urge to punch the smirk of his face and brought the phone to his ear.

"Hello….Please not so fast, I can't understand a word you are saying…. Yes, I'm fine. A good night's sleep and I'll be good to go….. Ireland spoke to you then?...Oh you saw that?... Well I know that you can see a certain degree of mythical creatures as your boss is a dragon…. Yes, it was him…. He was a ghost, he was going to take over your body…..The spell that I place on everyone wore off. No one is protected anymore….Of course I'm going to sort this out, I'm not stupid…. Yes I have help…..Thank you that's good to know, sorry for troubling you Yao….. I will arrange a meeting with Germany to inform everyone else, of course I will have to be vague as I am fully aware that people think I'm not all the ticket….It's bloody obvious….Ok thank you, oh and let Leon know that I found his firecracker's and to stop setting boobie traps around my house whenever he visits…. Bye Yao."
As soon as England hung up, the phone rang again, he waved to the other two in the room to tell them that he might be a while and to find a way to entertain themselves.

Scotland led Prussia out of the room, not really having any particular destination in mind. The taller slung his arm around the ghost and gave him a friendly punch in the arm. "I heard whot ye said ta bunny and I just wannae say thanks, the lad needed it. Now let's see where bunny keeps his alcohol."

Alistair knew exactly where the booze was so it didn't take long before the pair of them managed to get through a bottle. It was about this time when Arthur stumbled into the room, much to the protest of both Sunbeam and Minty. The angel looked stunned as he stared at the ghost and Scotsman, before looking back down to the phone in his hand.

"America had broken off all ties with Britain as well as the rest of the world." England said in a deadpan voice. The blonde leant against the wall for support as he studied the two in front of him, who'd both lost their slight tipsiness instantly. "I'm going to call Germany to arrange a meeting as soon as possible." He said before he made his way back out of the room and headed to the kitchen, he really needed another tea. Scotland went to follow his brother when he heard a knock at the door, sighing he looked at the ghost beside him, telling the ghost that he'd answer it and that Prussia should stay with England.

The blonde was already on the phone to Germany, Prussia smiled to himself as he heard his bother's naturally loud voice through the other end. It seemed that England had got straight down to business as he confirmed some dates and was now apparently answering questions about his wellbeing.

"SORRY ALBION, HE SLIPPED PAST!" Scotland's voice boomed down the corridor. England just had enough time to look up when he was bulldozed by a young teenager, knocking them both to the floor. Groaning in pain, Arthur tried to pull back from his 'attacker' to be met but a head of straight auburn hair.

"Artie, you got to stop getting yourself fucking hurt all the bloody time. I heard that it was all Al's fault, the lazy bastard didn't do his job again." Northern Ireland's clover eyes studied his brother's face, registering that England's face showed pain, the freckled nation got off his brother looking sheepish.

Prussia laughed at the side at the family display, feeling that this was a normal occurrence as the Englishman simply ran a hand through his hair and exhaled heavily. Standing above Arthur was a taller and more built up version of himself offering a helping hand.

Wales was very similar to Arthur except his hair was a lighter shade and was slightly longer and tied back in a short ponytail (shorter than France's). They both had emerald coloured eyes but Wales had blue flecks in his, whereas Arthur had gold.

"I'm fine Ludwig, no need to worry. I should be able to handle my family, but I will have to carry on our discussion later… Aha thanks, I may very well need it."

There we go some fluff, and a head cannon for Prussia. I have been trying to get one for him for ages.

Sorry for the amount of Sunbeam, she's not in the next chapter that much... so far

I have an image in my mind of Wales siting in a bath with England in swimming trunks, trying to get him used to the water again and for the others calmed him down when it first rained.

also Wales picked up north on the way on his dragon. I was talking to my friend the other day saying that it would look bad ass to arrive somewhere by dragon, but then I thought about the nations that can't see magical creatures. If they saw Wales flying on a dragon in the air all they would see is Wales sitting on nothing, floating casually.

Also poor Ireland he wasn't in this chapter but his in the next one but England did sort of referred to him when he was talking with China.

The next chapter might be a bit late as I haven't really started it yet. They are a bit harder to write since that last one

yeah see you next time and review if you want.

I was overjoyed with the amount I got last time