Forevah: Hey y'all! I'm back again with more motive than America looking for a burger. Why? I GOT THE VIP PACKAGE TO GO SEE MARIANAS TRENCH IN CONCERT! It's my first REAL concert! I'm SO excited! I'll get to meet the band, go see their sound-check, go into the concert early, and SO much more!(When happy things happen to me I get all this motive an then I use it for writing~) Everything adds up to one happy ragazza(Girl in Italian)! So, ya. Here's a new chapter.(A NEW CHAPTER! ALREADY!? DAMN I'M GOOD!) I don't own Hetalia(especially not Doctor Who, or I would get the Doctor to get Amy and Rory back :'D)

ENJOY MY LITTLE MINT BUNNIES~

LAST TIME;

England turned the man around and gripped his shirt collar, England's other hand on his sword that was at his waist.

"TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE DOING ON MY SHIP RIGHT NOW OR I'LL SLICE YOUR DAMN HEARTS IN HALF!"

"Oh my-"

"ANSWER ME, YOU DAMN TIME LORD! WHY DID YOU BRING YOUR BLOODY TARDIS ONTO MY BOAT? AND WHO THE HELL ARE THESE TWO?!"

"Iggy, you don't remember us?"

"I've never met you! How could I remember someone who I don't even know!?"

"B-But...how...?" America was speechless. So many things had gone wrong all at once. His thoughts were interrupted when England started shouting again.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?"

"The control panel hit some turbulence when we were going through the Vortex. I would need to take another look at the console to have a better understanding of the situation." England opened his mouth to argue once again, but something stopped him from doing so. He let the Doctor go and turned around, consuming himself in his thoughts. The Doctor then walked over to America and Canada to make sure the eldest Northern American was alright.

"D-Doc, he doesn't remember u-"

"We went to early. He doesn't know you or Canada. Neither does France. Now, lets take a look at you, Mattie."

'Why would he be here? What could he possibly want from me now!? I mean, he was the smart ass who gave Spain the idea of an Armada, it's the Doctor's damn fault for me to be in this mess with Spain! So, why would he be here!?...Should I trust his story?' England dug his hands into the pockets of his red jacket an sighed. He never thought that he would say this to the alien, but he had no choice: He had a crew to attend to. England turned and said with as much pride as he could muster.

"Fine, you can stay for two nights. Got it? You can repair your TARDIS in that time, correct?" The Doctor looked upp at the pirate and smirked.

"Maybe faster, depending on the damage-" A circuit inside the TARDIS popped and sparks flew out the door.

"Um, yes, two nights will be fine."

"Good. I'll let you stay and I'll also keep my crew out of this room as long as it takes. BUT-on one condition. You cannot leave this room. Got that?" The Doctor nodded in agreement.

"Excellent. Now I can g-" The boat shaked as a cannonball hit the hull of the ship.

"Dammit! Hold that thought, Doctor!"And with that, England was gone in a flash of crimson, sprinting up to the deck. The Doctor smiled a bit, and then it faltered completely. He remembered something very important. This was the day the S.S. Flyer sank. And this was also the day that 28 crewmen died due to the fight with a Spanish ship. The Doctor stood up and sprinted after England.

"ARTHUR! DON'T GO ONTO THE DECK!" The Doctor stopped England directly before he was up aboard. Struggling to get out of grasp, England tried to pull his wrist away. Damn, Time-Lords are strong.

"Why!? My crew needs me!"

"Not if the die first!"

"Wha-" Just then, another cannonball hit the S.S. Flyer. Both men's eyes went wide with terror.

The ship was sinking.

Forevah: Like last time, I am SUPER proud of this chapter~ Read & Review, pretty please? I LOVE feedback! Later~