I'm back.

Sorry, Rosey had connection problem so could only just get this back to me, I have also been really distracted when writing recently. Taking me twice as long to write a chapter

This chapter is a bit slow guys compared to the other so sorry about that. There is some fluff and OOC , but can you really blame the characters after what they have been through.

I wish I could watch your reactions to reading this fic, it is a bit of an emotional roller coaster. Sorry about that

I don't own Hetalia and enjoy

For a split second, the room was completely silent. This apparently aggravated the angel.

"KNIFE!" he snapped, gaining everyone's attention. Being the only one who wasn't too shocked by Arthur's outburst, Joao quickly handed the smaller nation a knife.

Realising a bit too late what England was about to do, North went to lunge at his brother to stop him, only to see England slit both of his wrists. To the others' horror, he then proceeded to dab the fingertips of his forefingers in the flowing blood before using the liquid to draw a pentagram on the back of each of his hands. Muttering words under his breath, Arthur paid no attention to Connor's or Joan's yell for him to stop as he practically slammed his hands onto Prussia's disappearing chest.

France was too distraught about the thought of losing his friend again to pay any attention to what England was doing, Jean was trying her best to soothe him. Portugal was cursing himself for handing England the knife, horrified by what his friend was doing. North was beside himself. He wanted to just rip his brother away but knew that in doing so, he could seriously hurt his brother, even more than the blood magic the blonde was now using could.

The floor around England and Prussia shone an ominous red, the same design as the pentagrams on the back of the angel's hands staining the floor. The light was dim at first but quickly grew in intensity until it was blinding. Screams ricocheted off the walls, they echoed and sounded distorted making it difficult to determine their source.

"Albion!" The door was kicked in, revealing Scotland in the doorway, his eyes wide in panic. The redhead went to run over to his brother, but was held back by Wales who was also holding back New Zealand.

As soon as the light started to fade, signalling that the spell was complete, Wales released his grip. Without missing a beat, Scotland dashed over to England, paying no attention to the whole Prussia, and started to perform a spell of his own. Green like liquid flowed from his fingertips and drenched the Englishman.

Wales went to his teenage brother straight away, silently bringing him into a hug to calm him down. The freckled nation was terrified to think that something really bad could have happened to England and he'd done nothing to stop it.

New Zealand was by Spain's side, being the only one to have noticed that the Spanish nation had woken up and was behind one of the screams earlier. The usually cheery nation was hyperventilating, his skin covered in sweat. His breathing started to slow down to normal rate as New Zealand spoke calming words in Spanish. The Spaniard caught Portugal's attention who, seeing that his brother was now awake, took over from New Zealand, knowing that the younger nation was uncomfortable with the whole thing.

The room fell into an awkward silence, no one really knowing how to handle the situation. All that could be heard was the murmurings of Scotland. The elder Kirkland was frowning as if he didn't fully agree with something, his expression then turned into sad one as his magic examined the damage that had been done to England's body.

The spell had taken two things as a price from him, one of which Alistair could fix for the Englishman with little trouble. Deciding that Arthur's hearing was most beneficial for the nation, Alistair focused on repairing the damage done there.

Usually the token taken would last for most of a person's life, roughly 40 years, a nation was half the time, but Scotland was gifted in healing spells. Usually he could cancel the effect straight away, depending on how long it was since the spell had been completed. Healing two tokens taken, was practically impossible, but with England still in his angel from, the Scot could speed up the recovery considerably. A possible 20 years recovery could be squashed down into a week.

Scotland's shoulders slumped when he'd completed the spell and looked down on his brother, who was starting to open his eyes. His emerald orbs were clouded over at first, but started to focus on the redhead above him. Opening his mouth in attempt to speak, puzzlement flashed across the Englishman's features as nothing came out.

A look of sympathy was in the Scotsman's eyes as he watched his brother and gently shook his head. The blonde understood the gesture, a soundless sigh escaped him as he groggily turned his head to the side to see that the Prussian was ok.

"Ye're an eejit. Fucking blood magic, ye could have lost a lot more. Ye lost ye hearing you twat, I fixed that but couldn't do much with ye speech. I would say that it was a blessing, but ye need ta speak for certain things." The elder Kirkland's voice was laced with remorse as he held out a hand for his brother.

Arthur accepted the help and was gently pulled into a sitting up position, but quickly retracted his hand. A mild look of surprise flashed across Scotland's features but, quickly reading England's body language, he soon understood what was going on - his brother was scared of what he had just seen inside of Spain's mind. The blonde had faced his demon and judging by slight haze present in his emerald orbs, had become sort of a demon himself. On top of that, England had almost lost his friend who he had grown incredibly close to. His brother was confused; he craved human contact but was scared of it at the same time.

"The bastard is gone now Albion, no need ta be scared. You won't hurt anyone here and Gil is fine. Ye need ta let us help you," Scotland reassured quietly so only England could hear him.

The Englishman let his guard drop by a fraction and glanced to the Prussian, then back to his bother. He paused for a moment looking as if he was trying to remember when a look of recollection sparked in his eyes.

'I know, thank you Alistair. I sort of panicked, I didn't know you were so close... I'm fine though, nothing to be concerned about,' the Englishman signed. The angel could mouth what he wanted to say but that way the others would be able to see what he was saying. Sign language differed from country to country so, even though some of the words signed were the same in certain languages, they wouldn't get all of it. Though New Zealand could understand pretty much all of it, he chose not to look, understanding that this was a conversation which he was not meant to be a part of.

'Don't give me that bull Albion, I know that you are not fine.' No matter how hard the Scottish nation tried he could never get his accent across in his signing, yet he continued to do so. This was enough to cause a hardly noticeable smile to crack onto England's face, still Scotland noticed it which caused him to grin victoriously. It was then that it dawned on the blonde that his brother had done it on purpose, just to make him smile. The very thought was enough to warm England's heart, making him feel not so lost as he had earlier.

'Git, I will be fine... Just give me some time... A lot has happened...' The angel halted and found himself staring at his hands, his eyes glazed over, as his brain, deciding to be cruel, started replaying memories of recent events in high definition.

Seeing this, Scotland took hold of his brother's smaller hands and squeezed them. He was not going to let him live through those memories again, not so soon. 'Stay in the present Albion. I will be here if you need me, but you will probably be better with someone else. Cymru is pretty good at understanding feelings and all that shite, same with New Zealand, maybe it has something to do with those sheep.'

The redhead's shoulders bounced as he failed to hold back a chuckle. The Englishman allowed himself a small smile, he knew is brother was going to mention sheep eventually. He couldn't be around the two nations without saying something about sheep every few hours.

"Mum, Prussia is starting to wake up. Before you ask, Jack told me he was pretty excited about it as well," New Zealand explained once he noticed the Prussian stirring, the Oceanic nation had gone over to the ghost once he'd left Spain with Portugal.

There hadn't really been much that New Zealand could do as he had no idea how to help a ghost. First he'd checked for a pulse, and was a bit surprised to find that the albino actually had one. He'd then moved to make sure that the Prussian was breathing at a steady rhythm and checked for any wounds. The ghost seemed perfectly fine apart from the rip in his hoody which revealed a new scar on his torso.

At the sound of his son's voice, Arthur turned around to face him. He freed one hand from the Scotsman's grip but left the other to be swamped by the warmth of his brother's bigger hands. He gave the younger nation a gentle smile, always finding it hard not to when talking to one of his former charges.

New Zealand was especially hard not to smile at. The lad had such a soft looking face, one that looked as if nothing bad could come from it. James always kept an eye on his brother for Arthur, tried to make sure that he didn't get into too much trouble so that they didn't cause Arthur to worry. He was a bit of a worry wart who had a big heart and cared deeply from his family. Which was why England always found it incredibly difficult to say anything that may cause the younger nation to worry.

Of course James was observant and picked up on the fake smile, but said nothing about it. It pained him to think that his 'mum' had to put on a false front for him but touched him at the same time.

"He is shifting around a lot and seems to respond more when he hears speech." New Zealand returned the smile, though his was more genuine that his 'mum's as he saw Arthur's eyes light up when he spoke - it always put him in a good mood when England was in a good mood. His smile only grew when Prussia opened his eyes.

James backed up as Gilbert tried to sit up, wincing at the pain that shot up and down his body. With a great amount of effort he succeeded in the miniature task he'd set himself, he was now sitting upright, bending over slightly with his arm across his stomach, applying pressure to the wound.

Crimson orbs scanned the room to evaluate the situation. France was being soothed by Joan, the albino took the female ghost's presence in his stride, he had seen Old Fritz after all. Portugal was speaking calmly to his brother, who was still incredibly disturbed by what he'd seen earlier but he wasn't going to allow himself to think about it, and Wales was speaking to Northern Ireland.

Prussia paused for a moment, he was glad to see that his friend was getting on so well with his brother, as they didn't always get along, but this was not how he wanted them to bond. Spain was unnaturally pale, a steady stream of tears travelling down his face. His olive green eyes were wide, displaying a mixture of emotions including shock, fear and confusion. His eyes never stayed on the same spot for longer than second, but frequently fell upon, Prussia, Joan and England. Luckily for the Englishman, Scotland had positioned himself so that the Spaniard couldn't see his wings. Spain didn't need that explaining to him on top of everything else.

Although Prussia couldn't hear what Joan was saying to France, he was relieved that someone was able to be there for the Frenchman, although he had no idea what had caused him to need soothing. He didn't know that the female ghost was calmly explaining to his friend what England had just done and the consequences of his actions.

Wales had successfully calmed down his brother, but the younger was now exhausted due to the events. The Welshman calmly herded the freckled nation out of the room, saying that he was going to get a drink.

That left Prussia to look at the last people in the room, and the first thing he noticed was that England was being comforted. Although Alistair and James were perfectly capable at comforting the blonde, James more so, he wanted to know why his friend needed it.

"No need to be down because I'm not awake to entertain you with mien awesomeness. Kesesesese-awh fick that hurts!"

The ghost laid his hand on his sore spot, trying not to laugh. Despite being in pain, he felt himself smile when he saw the small grin on the angel's face accompanied by a roll of the eyes. It did falter though when he noticed that the Englishman didn't say anything, there was no witty remark which wasn't right.

Being the perceptive nation he was, Scotland saw the change in the Prussian's expression and gave England's hand a hardly noticeable squeeze. The younger Kirkland turned his face to his brother, to see the redhead mouth the words 'I'll tell him' in Gaelic. England gave him a sad nod before turning to the Prussian.

Prussia looked to the Scot then to the Englishman, confusion evident on his face. The Scotsman sighed and regrettably let go of the angel's hand as he got up. He then carefully helped lift the Prussian to his feet and walked them to the side a bit.

This caused the confusion that the albino was feeling to spike, as well as his concern. Something had happened, he was not sure what, but something had happened to England while when he was out. Gilbert found himself looking over his shoulder at the angel as Alistair lead him away.

At the loss of his brother's touch, the Englishman drew into himself slightly, his wings slowly curling around him - Portugal, having seen Scotland get up, pulled his brother into a hug, effectively blocking Spain's view of England. New Zealand immediately noticed his 'mum's distress and moved so that he was sitting behind the Brit with his legs stretched out to the side. Arthur jumped in surprise when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and pull him up against someone's chest. New Zealand chuckled lightly, which alerted England to who had hold of him and so relaxed.

"Remember when you used to do this to us, Mum?" the New Zealander whispered close to the Brit's ear, running his hand through damp sandy hair. The angel nodded in reply to the question, his eyes glazed over as happy memories of caring for his charges swam across his vision.

James said nothing as he continued to stroke Arthur's hair, the Oceanic nation had a gift at bringing better memories to the surface when his father figure was in distress. He had done this roughly ten times through the years, the first time by accident and it had really scared him that England became unresponsive; luckily Canada who had known England longer had been present and had told him just to lightly touch him. Although New Zealand was patting his hair, he found that this encouraged good memories rather than bad and didn't cause him to snap out of the trance.

Seeing the Prussian making his way back over, looking somewhat broken, New Zealand gave England's shoulder a gentle shake to bring him out of his trance. Before England could come back to reality fully, Prussia flew the rest of the distance and barrelled into the Englishman, knocking him onto his back on top of New Zealand.

"Arthur, you dummkopf. Alistair said that you could have put yourself into a sort of coma, be the closest thing to death, but not actually being dead," the ghost ranted as he held on rather tightly to the angel, making it difficult for the blonde to get back up.

New Zealand eventually managed to help push the Brit up but jumped back when England fluttered his wings to sit up right. A gasp was heard from Spain's direction which in turn caused Scotland to sigh in both annoyance and frustration as he then made his way over to Portugal. The redhead placed a hand on the tanned nation's shoulder and gave him a nod. The Portuguese nation looked a bit put out of place as he ran a hand through his hair and started to explain something to his brother.

Now upright, England was able to place his hands on the albino's shoulders and push him back so that Prussia could see his face. The blonde rose an eyebrow, folded his arms in a defensive position and rolled his eyes. Understanding what the gesture meant, Gilbert calmed down a fraction but still had concern etched into his face.

"Nein, I'm not doubting your magic. I know that you are awesome with magic but you lost your ability to speak because of me," Prussia replied quietly, sounding, and looking, a bit helpless.

Not liking this look at all, Arthur punched the ghost lightly in the arm, before bringing him into a hug. The thought that Arthur had actually nearly lost Gilbert was brought back to mind when he didn't receive an immediate response from the ghost. As if scared that the Prussian would disappear, England held on tightly to the albino's jumper, his whole frame beginning to tremble.

Slightly alarmed, Prussia tried to see the expression on the blonde's face to determine what was wrong with the Brit. He knew that the angel was frightened, that much he could decipher easily enough, the cause though was a bit trickier. That was until he saw France mouth words to him from over England's shoulder.

The French nation had now calmed down enough to actually assess what was happening around him. He moved a bit closer to the trio on the ground so that he could provide aid if he needed to, but not too close that he would be intruding.

"He nearly lost you, mon ami. Recent goings on must have caught up with him and he is scared of how close he came to losing someone." Gilbert didn't feel the need to ponder whether Francis was right, it made perfect sense. The Frenchman knew Arthur very well and knew what would scare the nation or cause him to get so worked up. Francis was also gifted in picking up on others' emotions, which could be a reason why he's thought of as the country of love.

With Francis's words in his mind, Gilbert tightened his hold on the angel, happy that the trembling lessoned, but surprised to find a pair of wings enveloping him in warmth. Everything became darker, the only things visible were the white feathers and the Englishman in front of him.

New Zealand snorted when he looked over to the Spaniard to see his reaction to the white cocoon his dead friend had just disappeared into. The usually laid back, happy nation looked as if he was silently screaming as he pointed to the offending item that had either offended or terrified him.
He smiled softly though when he heard the words coming from the cocoon, which he assumed that both France and Joan could also hear as they had similar expressions on their faces. The female ghost was sitting closely to France as he held her hand; she wasn't quite as solid as Prussia, but the French nation could still hold her.

Despite the current situation, Francis looked happy, at peace. The woman who had plagued his mind for years, filling him with guilt, had forgiven the decision made by his and Arthur's people. This beautiful young girl who he felt he'd wronged had forgiven him so easily and was happy sitting next to him, holding his hand. The feeling of Joan so close to him and protected, yes protected; even after death she had still fought for him, brought him peace. That on top of what he could overhear his best friend saying to his sort of brother, made him feel warm inside.

"I'm here Arthur, don't worry. I'm not leaving you while we still have a job to finish, the awesome me will always see a job through to the end. I'm not leaving you Birdie. I'm not leaving you. Entschuldigung (sorry) for scaring you. Es tut mir leid Arthur."

Prussia started to get worried when England's body began to tremble yet again, until he felt a finger under his chin tilting it up. Crimson eyes saw a pair of dry yet bloodshot eyes over a smile. It then dawned on the Prussian that the Englishman was in fact laughing.

Arthur then pointed to Gilbert's head and puffed out his cheeks before laughing again. The Prussian scowled and playfully pushed the Brit back, causing England to fall backward slightly and to drop his wings.

"I am not big headed, I am just aware of mein awesomeness. To think that you call yourself a gentleman." The ghost put on a stroppy front, pouting a bit, his arms crossed over his chest much like a child. The Brit responded by simply shrugging, before getting to his feet uneasily, but acted as if nothing happened.

The ghost jumped to his feet as his friend started to shakily make his way out of the room and, ignoring the protest of his wound, dashed after him. He could tell that the Englishman was in pain from the burns he'd received, Alistair had concentrated in getting his hearing back and speed up his recovery of speech rather than his physical wounds, Arthur would have to let them heal in their own time.

"Don't walk away from mein awesomeness! You just sulked that I might have truly died and would no longer to grace you with mein awesome presence, then you go and bugger off. NEIN! I just went all British! I need to spend less time with you!"

Prussia disappeared out of the room but could still be heard as he went down the corridor, which caused the others to look to Scotland expectantly. "Cymru extended the spell's perimeter and the length that it is in use, it's his gift when it comes to magic. Probably thought that ye might want ta talk ta Gil and the fine lassie," the Scotsman explained simply, grinning when he heard the Prussian's voice again.

"You could have still told me that you were getting a drink, I wonder if Toni has any beer."

"Nien I don't need beer to work, I just like beer."

"I'm not letting you cook, you'll burn down the house."

"Oh, is he any good?"

"France liked his food?! The kid must be fricken adopted."

"Ow, calm it Birdie, I kid."

Their conversation became quieter and quieter as they walked further away, the last thing that was heard was the sound of Prussia's laughter. Spain relaxed at the sound, knowing that the Prussian wasn't going to laugh if he was being brutally killed by England. When he'd seen England drag Prussia into a feathery prison, he'd feared the worst after what he had witnessed in his mind.

Yes, he did hear North's explanation why the blonde had acted that way, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to be wary around the English nation. People always thought that because England was no longer an empire that he wasn't that much of a threat anymore, but Spain knew he still had some sort of strength. How did a nation so small build up an empire anyway? He had to have strength to gain power over a nation didn't he, all empires started out not owning a colony but still managed to gain one or more so had to have enough strength to do so. Spain had had an empire, he knew this. A lot of the younger nations now thought that the older nations that had had empires were now washed up and had lost all their strength. Not Spain, he could still swing around an axe as if it was nothing, so what's to say that England still couldn't snap into his pirate mode.

Judging by what he'd just witnessed, England wasn't going to snap back into his dark mode. He'd seen how snapping affected the nation and knew that the blonde would avoid it at all costs, plus it did take a lot for him to lose control. Maybe he'd been a bit too quick to judge the nation. It was the first thing that he'd focused on when he was able to think again. Everything was just overpowering. Too much. He had to focus on something, and unfortunately for England, it was his dark side.

Now, his mind was beginning to compute that England was also an angel, Prussia was a ghost in his house, Joan was a ghost in his bedroom and he'd just been possessed by a ghost. He needed a strong alcoholic drink.

"Irmão you should get some sleep, you have had a lot to take in. I will answer any questions you have later but only after you rest," Portugal instructed before he left the room. Spain watched as Scotland soon followed with New Zealand, leaving him in a room with France and Joan.

"Confusing oui?"

"Si, I think I have fried mi brain, amigo."

"As Joao said mon ami, allow yourself some time to think things through. I will be around, but I will be helping Ecosse and his brothers with Joan." The Frenchman smiled at the ghost by his side. Spain smiled at the pair before thinking to himself.

"Inglaterra won't be going with his hermanos (brothers)?" France's smile faltered when England was mentioned, he seemed to be the one most affected out of his brothers by this whole mess.

"Oui, Gilbert won't leave his side though. They have gotten très close, they are like a married couple."

"How was he able to understand Inglaterra? Gil's sign language isn't the same as his."

"As I said mon ami, they have become très close. Gilbert is able to tell what mon petite lapin is saying mainly by his body language. I call dibs on being the maid of honour, you can be the best man."

"Francis! If anything Joao would be the best man, Elizabetha is the maid of honour," Joan joked, causing France to chuckle.

"You think that Gilbert will be the wife, I have to disagree with you only because Arthur will look better in a dress."

Antonio watched as the two joked about the wedding, finding that his happiness was returning. Even though these were currently dark times for those that knew what was happening, people were still finding reason to joke. With his mood improving, Spain decided that he wanted to help.

"I want Inglaterra to stay here until he gets better, use my house as a base." A look of surprise flashed across France's face which was quickly replaced with joy.

"Oh oui mon ami, I will let them know. Now rest."

England and Prussia stayed with Spain while the others were working on freeing the rest of the nations. New Zealand stayed with his 'mum', not wanting to leave him. He didn't stay by his side constantly but let England know that he was around if he needed him. He made it his responsibility to hug the Brit whenever he started to look a bit lost or was quiet.

North didn't feel comfortable staying around England while he couldn't speak as he felt responsible for it. Of course England tried to tell him that wasn't the case, but the teenage decided that it would be best that he'd go on the missions.

Out of the brothers, Wales was the one that stayed behind the most. He understood when to approach England and when to give him space, but he was also the one that kept topping up the spell that allowed the others to see ghosts within the house.

Spain was getting on pretty well with England, New Zealand often acting as a translator when they were speaking as he pretty much understood England's sign language. If New Zealand wasn't there, Prussia did just as good by reading England's hand gestures and body movements.

The four of them had worked together to demolish what the doctor had done to Spain's house when he was in control. Each of them was horrified at what they found and didn't want to imagine the ways of torture the mad doctor had thought up of. Prussia had to take England out of the room that was intended for the British Isles brothers, the Brit had gone pale and quiet, his eyes beginning to glaze over.

Apart from cleaning out Spain's house, the time spent there went quite swimmingly. The atmosphere was fairly relaxed, Spain doing his best to make sure everyone was happy. He cooked for everyone, apart from the times when France took over and occasionally Belarus.

One night the Bad Touch Trio were even allowed to have a drinking night, they invited Arthur to join in with them, which soon escalated to all of them drinking, including Norway and Romania. Canada had even got rather drunk.

Even though the ghosts were getting harder to fight, they were now traveling in bigger groups so were still able to defeat them without too many problems. The ghost that had been possessing Switzerland had fought them by throwing ducks at them, which was more of a laugh than an actual mission.

Things were going well.

"Hello James, I, like, need you to take over my job for a while. I, like, need to go and see teacher. I have spotted something that, like, doesn't look right and I need to, like, go to Asia."

Yay Hong Kong is back, I bet you thought I forgot him

Poor Spain, he is all frazzled

Ditto to England as well, not sure why I made it so he couldn't speak, I just thought it would be more interesting to write. England will forget that people can lip read though as he is a scatter brain so will just use his body language mainly. Oh and sign language, but only the Uk bros will truly understand him as it differs in every country. Though I do believe that There are a lot of similarities between the Australia, Britain and New Zealand, but I could be wrong. Probably am.

We will be following Hong Kong for a while and he will meet up with China, Thought we could do with a little change

any way review and stuff if you want and see you next time