"It's alright Lassie, ye can come out. No one is gonnae kill ye."
Oh ,Thank you Scotland... Hi guys, I got some good feedback about the whole Pruk thing so they are going to sort of flirt with each other now. Still joking, but I like the how easy it is for them to do so.
Right first thing first, so this took a while I have been busy this weekend as well as Rosey as it is my bday today. Yay. So I was out the week end with friends. I also went to comic con, it was great, though I went with some people that don't really know about Hetalia other than rosey, so I didn't really get to hang out with the Hetalians. They left early though by which point I was chasing my Gilbird.
Also guys I got a fanart. I actually cried when I received it. It's on my tumblr page, I'm hutcchy1 if you want to look. I'm so happy. Thank you Aclyon!
right here you go, be warned this chapter is slow. I'm sorry
I don't own Hetalia
Canada was sitting on the end of America's bed, feeling rather uncomfortable with being in the same room as Tony. The Canadian usually got on fine with the alien, but then America was always present (well consciously present) and did most of the talking. What do you talk to an alien about?
Of course he could talk about the whole ghost thing, but that wasn't really something he felt the grey creature would want to talk about and anyway he didn't know that much about the situation. The Canadian started to stare into space as he tried to think of something Tony might like, which was basically anything Alfred liked.
Matthew was brought out of his thoughts as Tony spoke, "So how did this all fucking happen, bubu?" The alien's red eyes didn't leave his American friend as he waited for a reply from the Canadian. Jumping at the sudden question, Matthew quickly racked his brain for the answer, he didn't want to anger the alien.
"Er, I'm not quite sure. Leon only told me the basics, you'll have to ask Arthur when he wakes up. I can tell you what I know if that's ok, eh?" the Canadian asked hesitantly. To his relief the alien nodded, Tony had guessed that the Canadian didn't know that much but thought he might as well give it a shot.
Tony listened to the Canadian as the blonde explained everything to him to the best of his capabilities. The alien was a bit disappointed about how little the blonde knew but thought that it was better than nothing, he did learn that the fucking Limey had a lot on his plate.
Sneaking a glance at the Limey on the floor, Tony felt… bad for the English nation. Now he hated the Limey even more for making him feel sorry for him. The alien scanned the Brit for anything that could give him a reason not to pity the nation.
"The limey bastard has wings, bubu?"
It shocked Tony how pale and uncomfortable this sentence caused the violet eyed nation to turn. Matthew started to squirm on his spot on the bed, avoiding eye contact with the red eyed creature.
"I'm not allowed to tell you why, even Alfred doesn't know."
This caused Tony to frown; now he really wanted to know what was up with England. The alien scowled at his phone, and did a quick search on the Brit. If there was something that his friend didn't know about the Limey, then it was his mission to find out what it was, right?
Seeing what the alien was doing, Canada panicked and dived at the phone. Taking Tony by surprise, the alien did nothing to stop the Canadian from getting his phone and only stared. It took him a good couple of seconds to notice that his hand was now empty. He was about to attack the timid blond when he noticed the look on the Canadian's face.
He looked so scared yet furiously protective at the same time. Matthew held the phone close to his chest and slowly backed away from Tony. The alien noticed that the blonde had crept closer to the Englishman, but didn't know if it was a conscious decision made by Canada to do so.
"Look, I know you hate Arthur, though I have no idea why, but how he got those wings is very painful to him and those that know him. If people knew about him they would do things to him, experiment on him. Scientists who know about us have been wanting to stick a knife into us for ages, if they knew about Arthur, there would be no stopping them."
Matthew held the phone over his head as if to threaten to smash it if the alien looked like it would do anything to hurt the Englishman. Tony held up his hands and surrendered. He would leave the Brit be for now, though that didn't meant that he wouldn't search the Limey's history after he helped with Alfred.
He was interested. Tony did always find the whole idea of this planet having personified countries intriguing, but never felt the need to examine one as Alfred always answered his questions. England was different though, and Tony couldn't ask America anything about it. What Canada had said was the truth, people would have a field day if they knew about the Brit, they would all want him.
"Please Tony, maybe you could ask Arthur about it later but I'm not going to let you find out without him saying it's ok for me to do so. You know about the occupation of Rome eh?"
Tony rolled his eyes and nodded, he had searched quite a lot on the history of the nations, especially the ones he didn't like. One should always know their enemy, Tony probably knew more about England's history than America.
"You know that England was under Rome for over two hundred years right? Well, that's because he saw Arthur as a prize. He is the only one who's found out about this version of Arthur that his brothers didn't trust and look where that got him. Please Tony, just let it go for now?"
The alien crossed his arms and nodded hesitantly. The Canadian did say for now, he could maybe research the Brit later, as well as the Prussian. The ghost interested him.
"Fine, Bubu, but who else knows about the Limey bastard being like that, bubu?"
Mathew released the breath he hadn't realised he was holding, happy that Tony wasn't really pushing the matter any further, letting him know who else knew about Arthur wouldn't be too bad. "The ones who are helping him now, and some of Arthur's past bosses who he was really close to. The present Queen knows, she saw him during the Blitz."
Satisfied that he'd at least got something out of the Canadian, Tony scanned the room for something to do. That's when he spotted a figure outside the circle, quickly closing in on Scotland. Acting quickly, Tony pulled out a gun and aimed it at the shadow.
Seeing Tony pull out a weapon, Matthew spun round and drew out his own gun, aiming it in the same direction. Just as he did this, a child stepped into the circle. Matthew though, decided that the child was more like a monster.
Her skin was tinted a pale blue, her lips a darker shade. Her dark hair was soaking wet and dripping on the floor, the white dress she was wearing was in a similar state. Wide eyes were clouded over, almost white. She smiled at the Scotsman, water spilling out of her mouth like a never ending waterfall. She looked hungry.
BANG!
Tony fired his gun and a bullet buried itself into the ghost's head, causing it to screech and retreat. Tony looked at his gun quizzically, it had felt strange when he fired it. What's more, the ghost actually retreated when hit although it didn't fade away.
"Why did she fucking run away if she was still alive with a fucking shot to the head, bubu?" He spoke mainly out loud to himself, but his voice managed to snap Matthew out of his shocked state. Tony had just shot the little girl without so much as a flinch, and now he was wondering why she fled, granted she didn't look human, but still.
"I-I... Le-Leon said something about the spell that allows us to see the ghosts severely weakening any ghost injured inside it. It makes it so they won't even have the strength to take over a nation, so they will most likely run away until they get stronger. It also marks them so Arthur and his brothers can deal with them later.
"Maple, that girl. I don't know how 'Dad' and my uncles can deal with seeing this shit. That was horrible. God, she must have drowned. She couldn't have been any older than five. Oh god." Matthew was practically shaking, but quickly got a hold of himself as his eyes fell onto the unconscious Scotsman. He had to stay calm.
"This is some fucking weird shit."
Canada couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the alien. He was an alien, surrounded by nations. Still his statement did ring true. The nation surveyed the room for any more ghosts, he was just able to see some shadows around the borders of the spell, but none of them dared to move forward.
This caused Canada to relax by a fraction, but not much. The Canadian then jumped in surprise as his phone started to ring. Sighing, the blonde pulled his phone out of his pocket begrudgingly thinking it was his boss, only to find it was Hong Kong.
"Hello Leon."
"How is Dad, like, doing?" Mathew didn't fail to notice the panicked tone in his 'brother's voice, it was mild but it was always obvious when Leon spoke with some emotion, compared to his usually indifferent tone.
Glancing over to the Englishman, Canada noticed a few cuts and bruises but other than that he looked fine, if not a bit pale. "He's fine Leon, a few scratches but no serious wounds."
"What about Uncle Alistair? Is he, like, ok?"
Once again, Canada glanced at the other nation, only to find the Scotsman in a similar state to his brother. Feeling panic well in his chest, Canada returned his attention back to the phone so he could try and find out why Hong Kong was so stressed.
"He is fine too Leon, what's wrong eh?" Matthew asked gently, his violet eyes constantly scanning the perimeter of the spell to see if any ghosts were going to attack his family. He relaxed considerably when he saw Tony give him the thumbs up, aiming his gun at any ghost that even thought about getting closer.
"He, like, hasn't been answering me. I told him that his brothers were all, like, ok and finished, but he hasn't said anything back."
Now Canada understood why Hong Kong was worried, England always answered when on missions. The English nation always complained how everyone was so difficult to get a hold of so made it his duty to set an example and to always answer whenever someone called him, except the Frog.
"Maybe he is just busy Leon, or doing something that requires a lot of concentration," Canada replied, trying to reassure himself as well as Hong Kong. Maybe something had happened to Prussia; he had no way to check on the ex-nation. Could he die again? He must be able to, seeing as that was what the Kirkland brothers were doing to the other ghosts, or were they just helping them pass on whether they wanted to or not?
"I don't know, I can hear what they are saying, I think that Dad, like, left his ear piece on. The ghost that is with him is helping him, but he is, like, traumatized or something. It took him a lot to, like, get through to him. I can hear him crying!"
"Don't worry Leon, calm down. I'm sure Gilbert is taking care of him and Uncle Alistair. Did he say anything that gave you a clue to what's going on?" The Canadian waited rather impatiently for Hong Kong to answer, he was breathing heavily from what Canada could make out through the phone, attempting to calm himself down.
"It has something to do with Alfred. I think he was, like, in a bad way when they found him. I think everything is getting to Dad, like really badly. You might, like, need to reassure him, but, like, not openly show him, you know how he hates being seen as weak."
Understanding what the Hong Konger had explained to him, Matthew started to worry about what would happen when Arthur came to, Alfred as well. Italy had seen everything that took place within his mind, so that meant his brother would too. How was it going to effect the American?
"I will don't worry, if he'd known you were listening to him I'm sure he wouldn't have broken down. I know how to deal with him when he's like this, I've done it before. Remember that he has others to look after him so he will be ok. I'm worried about Alfred to be honest, you know what he's like with horror films, he might be mentally scarred."
"You are, like, gifted when it comes to looking after dad when he is, like, upset. Wait, did you say Gilbert? Prussia, Gilbert? The ghost looking after Dad is Prussia?!"
Matthew couldn't help but chuckle at the surprise in his 'brother's tone. He guessed that he was the first to find out about the ghost, which couldn't help but feel a bit smug about. "Yeah, Gilbert has been living with Arthur for a while. It's good for him, the ghost is keeping good eye on Arthur. Try talking to him and see if you can get a response from him about Arthur, couldn't hurt to try eh?"
There was a stretched silence on the other end of the phone, causing Canada to look at it just to make sure that it hadn't cut out on him. He gave the phone a puzzled and mildly concerned look, the silence also caused Tony to look over his shoulder. Seeing that the Canadian wasn't in any danger, the alien shrugged and turned back. He came to face a ghost that had got too close for his liking, so fired a warning shot.
"Leon, you still there eh?"
"是 (Yes) I didn't try to talk to Uncle Alistair… I, like, probably should have tried to talk to him before I rang you."
Chuckling to himself softly, Canada pictured an embarrassed Hong Kong - which was not an easy task as he had only seen the Asian nation embarrassed once. He couldn't blame the Hong Konger, he probably would have done the same thing if England didn't answer a call, especially if he started crying.
"I will try and, like, talk to Prussia, hold on."
Matthew stood next to Arthur's body, and casually examined the room, happy to see that no ghosts were coming towards them, as he waited for Leon. It didn't take long for Hong Kong to get in touch with the Prussian, which lead to Canada hearing a one sided conversation.
"You're with Dad right?... Matthew told me… Yeah Canada, you're, like, the only other nation that remembers him without, like, hesitating… I'm sure that he will be happy to, like, give you some maple syrup and that you like his pancakes… How is Dad doing? He, like, didn't answer me when I called him. He left his speaker on, I can, like, hear everything he is saying. Why is he crying?... Oh, we thought it would be something like that…. 谢谢 (Thank you) I'll let his brother, like, know everything is ok.
"They are coming back now."
"Wait, what?" Canada looked at his phone incredibly confused until he heard a sharp intakes of air, from both Kirkland brothers and a groaning Alfred. Canada almost screamed when Prussia popped up beside him with a smirk on his face, apparently proud of himself for causing the Canadian to jump.
The look on his face didn't last too long though as the ghost quickly went over to England and knelt down next to the Brit. The angel's face was still incredibly pale and, although he was trying to act as though everything was fine, it looked like he was internally screaming.
Seeing his brother's distress, Scotland patted the smaller Briton on the back. Troubled emeralds gazed up to his brother looking lost, whilst trying desperately to look nonchalant at the same time.
"Ye are fooling no one wee bunny, go outside for a wee bit and talk ta Leon. I'll stay with the Yank and make sure he's alright. We'll talk ta the others in a mo about who's going where next. Anyway, I think the Yank might take seeing Gil a bit badly," the Scotsman told the blonde with a smile.
At first the angel didn't move, until Prussia tugged at his arm and pulled the Brit to his feet. The ghost then led the way out of the room, pausing to thank Tony on the way. Canada took this time to take hold of his 'father's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, and offer him a smile. England picked up on the silent message of 'I'm here if you need me' and nodded to show he understood, offering his own smile in return. It was only a small gesture, but it said a lot, Canada was always gifted at silently reassuring the Englishman.
"I'm sorry Leon, for not answering before, I was a bit preoccupied," England spoke into his earpiece as Prussia escorted out of America's bedroom. The albino poked his head back round the door frame a few seconds later, giving the occupants a thumbs up.
"Ugh," America slowly sat himself up on his bed, his hand on his head. He blinked trying to make the blurs in front of him come into focus, only for it to be useless. The American groaned and started to feel around for his glasses, still half asleep. He mumbled his thanks when Scotland handed his glasses to him, oblivious to the fact that the redhead was laughing at him.
The others in the room waited for the American to fully wake up and realise what had happened and that there were three others in his room. It took him about ten minutes to remember what he had seen in his dreams.
"HOLY FUCKING TITTY BALLS!" the teen nation screamed, his face going pale. Canada rushed over to his brother, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. The American jumped at the contact and snapped his head round to look at the violet eyed nation, his eyes as big as basket balls.
"Calm down Al, everything is fine!"
"Fucking hell Mattie! It was so messed up! There was fucking blood everywhere! Fuck!"
"Calm down lad, it was just a dream. Ye came down with a cold and got a wee bit of a temperature, caused ye to have wired dreams." Scotland decided to help his 'nephew' seeing as America was getting more erratic and louder as he kept talking.
America spun round to look at the Scotsman, horror engraved on his face as he pointed to the redhead accusingly. "You were in it. You, Iggy and Prussia. Prussia was in it! IGGY WAS AN ANGEL!"
"Aye lad, we spoke to ye before ye fell asleep so that might be why we were in ye dream, and Prussia was there because he died recently, maybe. Ye asked wee Albion ta tell ye some stories before ye went out laddie, some of them had angels in them."
America seemed to calm down a bit, although he was shivering slightly from the images that were currently plaguing his mind. The 'dream' had also managed to resurface some old memories from wars which America had tried to forget.
"Ok dude, but why are you here? I kinda get Mattie and Iggy, but not you."
"The fucking Limey brought him, said something about older limey bastard not letting him go anywhere on his own since the meeting, bubu," Tony answered in a bored manner, waving his hand dismissively as he browsed on his phone - Canada wasn't sure when he'd managed to get hold of the device again.
Scotland was pleasantly surprised at the alien, he would have to thank him in some way later, did alien like whiskey? Hearing his grey friend, America allowed himself to relax a bit more, Tony wasn't one for lying after all, (according to America).
"Iggy's here? Where is he, is he ok?" Hero senses kicking in, America began looking around the room wildly for the scruffy blonde. He pushed his problems to the side momentarily.
"Don't worry Al he's fine. There's a sickness going around that's affecting nations, he is just on the phone to Hong Kong about New Zealand. He wasn't feeling all that well yesterday, Arthur was going to go and see him as soon as you were feeling better."
"Oh well the hero is fine, Iggy should go and see... James. I'll chill and hang out with Tony." The American forced a smile, he could do with his former caretaker staying around for a bit, that dream had scared him, and England was one of the best people to go to when frightened. Although Mattie was pretty cool too, maybe he could get Mattie to stay.
As if reading his brother's mind, Canada spoke up, "Don't worry Al, I'll hang around for a bit. Your government went a bit strange when you got ill, apparently your illness affected your boss a bit. I'll make some pancakes eh?"
A genuine smile appeared on the American's face at his brother's words. He was getting company and food. He could also watch some movies with Tony and Mattie and hopefully block the images in his head.
"Right, with that sorted I'll be heading off with wee Albion; the lad has been working himself into a state thinking about the others," Scotland announced loudly as he walked out the room, though not before he gave the Yank a pat on the back with a smile.
"I'll send Bunny in before we go, he will want ta say bye ta ye," the Scotsman added just as he exited through the doorway. The two North Americans could hear the British brothers talking through the wall, though their voices were too low to actually make out what they were saying.
America found himself staring at the door, waiting to the Englishman to walk through, he needed to see him, to make sure he was ok. After that dream, he needed to know that England was alright. Never before in his dreams had England cried which put him on edge, something wasn't quite right.
The blue eyed nation glanced over to his brother to see worry etched into his features, it was hardly noticeable but Alfred knew his brother. If Mattie was worried then he should be as well, but what was his brother hiding? Just when America was about to ask what was wrong with the Canadian, England walked in.
The European nation was pale and had dark rings under his eyes from either lack of sleep or worry. America felt guilty as soon as he drunk in the nation's appearance, he didn't mean to worry the Brit. It wasn't just him though was it, others had been sick too right?
"Iggy! How ya feeling dude?!" the American yelled in his normal confident voice, though it sounded fake. The Briton offered a small smile accompanied with an exaggerated eye roll. He walked over to America's bed and sat on the foot of it. Tony had looked up from his phone to watch Arthur, but couldn't really be bothered to do anything so returned to his phone again.
"I really hate the Frog for coming up with that nickname. I am fine Alfred thank you for asking, how are you though lad?"
America smiled at the Englishman's reaction to the nickname, he couldn't be that bad then. "I'm cool dude, nothing can keep the hero down for long. Scotty said that you had been looking after me, thanks dude. I don't remember any of it though." Alfred gave the angel an apologetic smile.
"No worries lad, the stories weren't quite my best anyway. I'm sorry, but I need to go Alfred. I'm going to be busy for a few days but I will meet up with you at some point afterwards. The meetings have been cancelled until further notice, so just concentrate on getting better. That doesn't mean just eating ice cream and playing video games."
The Brit couldn't help but smile when the American groaned, he was such a child sometimes. He gave the American a pat on the leg before he got off the bed and went to head out of the room but halted in the doorway.
"I have left something on the side for you Matthew, in the corridor, it only picks up signal in here though (it will pick up the left over energy from the spell). Duckie also said that he will call you later to catch up and that you owe him some maple syrup. Take it easy Alfred…. Thank you Tony." The last sentence looked like it pained the Englishman slightly, it probably didn't help when he received the middle finger in return from the alien. Seeing that the American's eyes were still on him, England smiled pleasantly and gave Tony the hand gesture meaning Wanker, knowing that the Yank didn't know what it meant.
"Take care of yourself Arthur. I'll make sure to come and visit New Zealand when America is feeling better." England smiled, hearing Canada's secret message of 'I'll help you out when I'm sure America will be ok with me leaving him'.
With a nod, the English nation left and headed down the hallway, Scotland and Prussia following casually behind them. It so was so much easier getting out of the house then it was getting in, now just to get back to the plane and to meet up with the rest of the Kirklands.
The look on Wales's face when they came to change groups was one that said the nation was on the verge of snapping. Looking behind the blonde, it was clear to see why.
North and Ireland were insulting one another as per usual, but seemed to be louder and more violent towards each other than normal. Behind them, New Zealand was trying to stop Australia jumping into the river to cool off. It was then that Scotland realised the error in his planning of the groups.
England gave his brother a sympathetic look, and marched right over to the two Irish nations to break up the fighting. Prussia watched it all play out, mildly amused at the whole thing, though he did feel sorry for Wales, the Welsh nation did not look happy.
The broader blonde's face was straight, all the muscles in his jaw were taught and his right eyebrow was twitching. His fists were clutched tightly and shaking slightly. If it wasn't for the Welsh nation's usually laid back attitude he would have lost it already and gone on a rampage, it was times like these that Scotland truly appreciated the Welshman's patience.
"How was it?" Alistair asked, knowing that this was likely to just going to annoy the Welsh nation further, but he needed to know.
"Oh, it was lush," Dylan snarled through his teeth. Honestly, Prussia felt a bit uneasy round the nation and decided to back away from the pair and see what the English nation was doing.
"Don't worry, we'll be splitting up for the next round. Bunny will be with Gil, you with Pat and I'll be with the bairn."
"I'm not a baby!"
"Aye, but ye are our wee brother. Who will be going with who ta protect our bodies for the ghosties?"
"Astráil (Australia) said that he wanted to go with his máthair (mother). Nua-Shéalainn (New Zealand) might be best to go with me, so he and Bhreatain Bheag (Wales) can talk about sheep, that way I won't have to pretend I'm listening to him."
"So whose bloody coming with us, Canada is with the fucking Yank?"
"Yes about that Connor, Leon has already sent someone over to you, he will be here shortly. Watch your language please, you don't have to swear in every sentence you know." England sighed coming over to his brothers, after stopping the Aussie from jumping into the river.
Northern Ireland looked at his older brother suspiciously, he did not like the tone of England's voice. He knew which countries were helping them, and knew who was more likely to make England sound aggravated.
"Oh fucking hell, it's the Frog isn't it? He's come just so he can hold hands and skip into the bloody sunset talking about old times. You two and your fucking Alliance can go and fuck off and die in a ditch. You know what fuck the lot of ya, I'll go ahead and meet you there." The teen huffed and stormed off, though to be honest he didn't mind France, he just always had more fun with Australia and New Zealand. He got on fairly well with any of the ex-colonies really, they were a bit closer to his age. Now he was going to be stuck with two older nations that were most likely going to talk about stuff before he was born. He always hated the big age gap between him and his brothers.
Scotland sighed and raced off after the boy, shouting over his shoulder that that he would keep in touch. Patrick just snickered at his youngest brother's actions and playfully punched Wales in the arm. The broad blonde looked to his brother through the hair that had fallen in front of his eyes, still annoyed about earlier.
"Come on, we might as well get going, we'll be taking Dewi aye?"
The Welshman nodded and lead the way to his dragon friend, catching James' attention on the way seeing as the New Zealander couldn't see the beast.
That left England with an excited Australia and a grinning Prussia. The albino seriously thought about filming the British Isles brothers and making a TV show about them, they were fun to watch. Sighing yet again, England led the way back to the plane mentally plotting the course to Egypt.
"Wait up Mum. I'll fly the plane, Leon told me about the whole America thing – you could do with having a kip and having a bite to eat," the brunette exclaimed and happily ran ahead of the angel, before diving into the cockpit. Walking past the open door of the cockpit, England couldn't help but smile at the victorious smirk on the Australian's face.
Plopping down onto his seat, Arthur leant his head against the cool window and stared out of it. Gilbert wordlessly got two drinks from the mini fridge and handed a bottle of water to the Brit. England thanked the ghost, looking away from the window when Australia began to take off.
"Jack does enjoy flying; most of my boys do actually," he muttered with a nearly there smile. Prussia found himself nodding, understanding completely, most nations enjoyed flying a plane. It was sort of an escape to them, getting away for a moment from the responsibilities they have on the ground.
"Ja, I understand that, it's awesome. One of the good things about being a ghost is my new found flying ability. Where are we going anyway, the awesome me was busy talking to Canada on the way here?"
"Egypt."
"Right, that really quiet country that doesn't speak."
"I suppose the lad doesn't speak much does he, he thinks that actions speak louder than words. He was a very polite child, though he didn't really mix that much with the others."
"That's coming from the island nation that loves his splendid isolation. Kesesesese."
"Technically I'm not an island nation."
"Was (what)?"
"It depends what name you call me by really. My country is part of an island made up of three different countries, so if you call me England, I am not an island nation. If you call me the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, I am still not an island nations, as I still have a land border with Ireland. It's only if you call me Britain, or Great Britain, that I'm an island nation."
"You are such a strange nation Birdie, you have so many names. Gott, I think you are the only nation that represents others than just your own."
"Well technically, they are still my own. I know if something bad is happening in my brother's countries besides Ireland, though only a fraction of the strength they fell it at, sort of like a mild head ache."
Prussia stared at the Englishman for a few seconds, digesting this piece of information, which really should be obvious to the other nation, but he knew that hardly any of the others were aware of the facts.
"So what do you want to do to kill time, 'I Spy' might get a bit boring after the first hour of saying the same thing, even with my awesomeness?"
The angel smiled and got out of his seat to turn a TV on, which Prussia hadn't even realised was there. Surprising the Prussian even further, the Englishman started to scroll down an impressive list of films and TV series, before pausing on the IT Crowd.
"I haven't watched this in some time, it's a comedy which will help me keep my mind off certain things," the angel trailed off as he silently put the first episode on and sat back down in his seat. Understanding what the blonde meant, the Prussian said nothing as he watched the comedy, hoping that the whole America thing hadn't affected the angel too badly.
Then again, what was Egypt going to look like when they found him?
and there you go, pretty boring... sorry
The next chapter though is a bit hectic and very long. I'm starting to wonder if I need to change the rating due to the gore...
any way good bye, and review and stuff if you want to
and thank you Scotland for protecting me though you probably wish that you hadn't next chapter...