Finally England had an entire day to himself. He smiled as he downed the last of his cup of tea and placed the cup and saucer into the sink ready to start his favourite and most neglected hobby: gardening. The weather seemed perfect for him to finally attend to the plants that surrounded his house and as he started on that first patch he couldn't have been any happier beneath the trees that surrounded his house until he felt that familiar pull within his stomach.

He sighed as he dropped the gardening tools and rose to his feet. The magic that bound him to this occupation had already begun as he dusted off his hands and looked forward trying to brace himself for what came next. Wind rushed through his ears and the scenery warped and rippled like he was observing it through water. He held his breath as everything began to spin and colours all began to melt into kaleidoscope shapes. The whole process only took seconds before he felt the familiar wings outstretch from his back and that breeze between his legs that meant his comfortable trousers had been switched for that god awful tunic he hated more than anything and was glad no one was able to remember him wearing.

His sight slowly began to still and he blinked while the shapes melded and formed something recognizable. A new landscape opened up around him and he unfolded his wings to help keep balance as soon as the ground beneath him felt solid again. And then it was all over, the last of the magic disappearing with a short pop and he braced himself for what he was about to find. At first there was nothing, just open space and wild grass with the afternoon sun warming his exposed skin, and he was sure there must have been some sort of mistake until there was a low whistle and a familiar voice from behind him. "Wasn't expecting that..."

Britannia Angel turned in surprise to see the blonde American peering up at him from his seat in the grass. Texas was resting on top of his head and even from this distance the angel could see the tell-tale redness around his eyes. "I can't say I was expecting to be here either." The angel stepped closer looking over the younger nation. "What's wrong with you?"

America grimaced, swiping his hands once more over his eyes. "Nothing's wrong. I don't know how you got here, or why you're wearing that but I didn't ask for your help."

The British angel growled and balled up his fists at his side. "Obviously you did or I wouldn't be here! Will you at least try to be honest with me? This is my job besides my role as nation."

The younger nation blinked attempting to take that in. "How exactly does that work?"

"It's a long story..." he sighed and spoke in a voice that sounded fatigued at the idea how much he was about to say.

"Please don't tell the story. Please don't tell the story. Please don't tell the story." America started begging to unhearing ears.

"A very long time ago, before you were even an idea in the hearts of us all I was but a younger nation and just beginning to dabble in the depths of darker magics when I caused an unfortunate accident that lead to an unforeseen result." He droned on in an unwavering monotone. "The repercussions of such an event were so serious that in order to balance them I became as you see me know. Furthermore, I…" The angel paused realizing the other was no longer paying attention to what he was saying. "America!" he shouted, snapping his fingers to gain the other's attention and pointing to his face, "Eyes up here." America jumped, his gaze quickly shifting back up and a deep blush set on his face. "What did I just say?"

"Uh, magic and fairies or something…" He smiled sheepishly.

"No, that's not what I was trying to tell you." Britannia Angel growled and crossed his arms. "Why is it you can never seem to pay attention to what other people are saying?"

"I don't know, you just make everything so boring, like a history course I never wanted to attend …." America tried to explain, his gaze drifting down again.

"Focus!" Britannia Angel snapped, getting the younger nation's eyes up again. "I was attempting to explain the situation to you, but seem insistent on ignoring me."

America grimaced at being reprimanded. "Can't you just give me the abridged version then you can poof back to where you came from and leave me alone?"

"You made a wish, America." The angel groaned and held a hand to his head. "You were upset and made a wish and I get called here to grant you it."

"I wasn't upset."

"Fine, you weren't upset." Honestly, what was the use of arguing this point? The British angel tried to reign in his temper and focus on what he needed to do; taking several deep breaths and imagining a hot cup of tea and the embroidery project he was nearly finished with.

"You said I get a wish?" America piped up interrupting his meditation.

"Yes..."

"Can I wish for more wishes?" the blonde asked, eyes widening in a hopeful, adorable plea.

"No." The angel responded flatly effectively crushing that dream.

The American pouted, crossing his arms and glaring at the angel. "Any other rules I should know about?"

"Make your wish for yourself only." Britannia Angel's wings fluttered in agitation. "Other than that, it can be anything."

America's eyes dipped down and his fingers absently played with some of the grass he was seated in while he thought. "I got in another fight with Canada. He might've said a few things. And with everything that's been going on: him becoming a grouch, you yelling at me again, and Italy visiting..." He sighed and threw what he had uprooted off to the side, watching it flutter back among the others. "Can I wish things to change?"

"What sort of things?" the angel asked quietly, kneeling down in the grass beside him.

"Everything?" Blue eyes looked away, focusing on the distant horizon. "Maybe I'm not the one to play hero since I'm just messing everything up anyway, like what Canada said. So maybe I need to let someone else lead, but I don't know how to do that."

The angel glanced towards him, playing with his wand between his fingers. "Don't worry, America. I do."

The last glimpse he had before being whisked away was of the American sleeping peacefully beneath the sunny sky. Perhaps it might do the nation good to have a few hours of decent sleep as the same magic from before surrounded him and pulled him back to tend to his gardening.

AN: *looks around* I didn't upload anything last week, did I? *several curses later* I'll get the next chapter posted in a day or two.