AN: Uuhh... so... feels ahead... like a lot of feels. So enjoy! And review!
Arthur suddenly sprang into action. If America's brain was now in New World's head then maybe, just maybe, he could get through.
England tackled New World to the ground, pinning him to the floor. With some effort he was able to restrain Peter's hands above his head. Grimacing at the blood that was caked under Peter's fingernails England focused at the task at hand.
"Alfred, Alfred I know you're in there," Arthur said, struggling to keep New World on the ground. After absorbing America, the new nation was unbelievably strong.
"Get off me!" Peter yelled thrashing around.
"NO!" England screamed back, tears streaming down his face. "You took America and I'm getting him back!"
"America is long gone homie!" New World retorted as he slowly started to gain the upper hand, his voice a poor imitation to the real Alfred.
That's when Arthur saw it. The flash of red that was his old overcoat. With the last strength he had in him England shoved New World back into the floor. "America please! I know you're in there! Alfred…
Do you remember when you were just starting out as a country and you chose me over France? I carried you home and you fell asleep in my arms? I knew from that day on you would be my little brother and I would love you until the end of time.
Do you remember when you were young and we sat and ate ice cream on the front steps? You were mad that I didn't tell you how cold it would be and you took a giant bite, but you loved it anyways? You were my little brother then and I loved you.
Do you remember when a few months later I gave you those toy soldiers that I hand painted? You were amazed that each one had a different face and you loved them. You were my little brother then and I loved you.
Do you remember when you punched a hole in the dining room wall? You were so ashamed that you didn't know your own strength and I scolded you even though I wasn't really mad at you. You were my little brother then and I loved you.
Do you remember when I gave you my old suit so you didn't look so shabby anymore? You thought it was uncomfortable but I thought you looked so handsome. You were my little brother and I loved you.
Do you remember when I came back from the war and you were taller than me? You now were a full grown nation and I wasn't even gone that long but I still had to look up at you. You were still my little brother though and I loved you.
Do you remember that day, during the revolutionary war, where we faced off? I wanted to keep you with me forever. I wanted to protect you forever. But you demanded independence and I couldn't shoot you then because you were still my little brother and I loved you."
As he spoke England cried. Tears ran down his face as he held New World down. Arthur had hoped that this would have worked. That this would be the way he would get back to America.
"I still love you…" Arthur said, his voice cracking as he stared into those red eyes, pleading for Alfred to hear him.
New World stopped struggling. England watched as his eyes faded from red to blue. The blue of a certain American.
"Ar-Arthur?" New World mumbled in a voice that was America's.
"Alfred?" England asked, scared that this was all just some trick Peter was playing on him to get his trust. "Is it you?"