Chapter 17, Accidents and Confessions

The ocean was filled with laughter as blades clashed, it was the stoke of midnight. The english brothers were battling, swords crashing down on each other as red fabric danced around the deck.

"Arturo, I see you are still sharp with blades".

The two brothers stopped as they stared at Spain.

"That was a bloody terrible pun".

The Italian brothers were enjoying wine off in the corner, secretly watching as muscles tensed and relaxed throughout the battle. Spain joining in was not a bad idea either as the two brothers switched tactics and started teaming up against the Spaniard. Axe against sword. Then after drinking the 10th beer, Prussia started to join; his blue navy outfit joining the dance as he joined with Antonio to make the match even. In which he was soon followed by France.

Although the three together battling was a formidable sight, the two brothers still beat them with the traditional slash and trip. Their green eyes shining with victory. They soon laughed and proceeded to help them up, enjoying nearly a gallon of rum soon after.

The following morning, at a bright 6:30 in the morning; they found themselves in England's home, with a pounding hangover and a couple of bruises.

London was at the grill, flipping steaks as England was pouring out some water and a couple of pain medication for the extra 5 guests. After two minutes they were soon joined by Aki and Trick. Aki explained that although she was a witch she still leads a normal life and is attending collage at Oxford for her final year. Trick had joked that she was just here for the pancakes; but didn't exactly reveal her true motive for being here.

The steak was served along with scrambled eggs, rice, bacon, and wurst for Prussia. Rice for Aki, who they found ate nearly the whole steak and half the pack of bacon.

"You gits realize that there's a meeting today right?" Said London as he drank a sip of his earl grey tea. (Which the 5 repeatedly asked why him and England had no sign of hangover)

"Eh? What time is it" said Spain after taking two of the pain meds.

"7:00, now you bastards go back to your hotels we have to get ready".

The two brothers kicked them out (they found that they had somehow had their cars parked in the drive way) and had drove back to the hotel. Minding the time since neither of them wanted their ears to be talked off by a (potato bastard according to Romano) angry Germany.

By 8:00 the meeting had commenced, England sitting in idly taking notes as Germany continued talking.

By lunch London had gone out to buy the both of them some blueberry scones, but by the time the meeting continued. London was no where to be seen.

The meeting ticked on, and on, as England progressively grew tense, other countries getting worried as England had been visibly gritting his teeth and clenching his fist. It wasn't until Romano finally asked that England had snapped.

"Hey tea bastard, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

England felt a ghost stabbing sensation on his abdomen and he stood up yelling,

"Shit!"

Gripping a fountain pen he sprinted towards the exit, and with Germany, America, Spain, Romano, Japan, and Italy close behind. Since only they could follow the surprisingly fast englishman. Plus, the other countries were sort of afraid to get stabbed by the fountain pen. (Russia surprisingly one of them)

It wasn't long before they found themselves in an alley way and they found London bleeding, and painfully still. England himself carried London to the hospital.

A few hours of surgery they found that London had been severely beaten, stabbed 23 times, and shot at. After the surgery, he laid there; chest slowly moving up and down as the heart monitor beeped every second.

Two days later, the meeting was delayed as England refused to leave London alone as he still didn't wake up. Nor did he let the other countries contact Scotland and the rest of his brothers. The 6 that followed him decided to take turns visiting England and London in the hospital. When Spain went to check up on England (he drew the short stick on purpose),

England's mask broke.

As Spain quietly walked in, he found England sitting in the chair nearest to his brother; he was sitting criss cross and he looked worse for wear.

He had bags under his eyes, his eyes were stained red, and he looked terribly thin. His jacket was thrown into a corner somewhere, and his tie was thrown in a similar fashion.

"Arthur, you have to eat..." Spain said quietly.

"...Antonio...why is it always him?" Arthur said blankly as he continued to stare at London's face. Antonio frowned in confusion as he shifted closer to Arthur.

"What do you mean?"

"It's always him. He took the blow for me when the stray arrow came and got him in the chest. He took the blow for me when one of France's soldiers tried to knife me from behind. He took the blow for me when America's soldiers was going to shoot me. He's the one who made sure Washington was on the side of the americans. He's the one who got hit when we were getting Jack the Ripper. He's the one who made sure everyone in London was okay; right after he woke up from a coma from the London blitz. Fuck, he has so many scars; I don't even remember all of them. Tch, did you know this bastard keeps a diary saying every little thing that we helped do, even though we were blamed for it? And I know he keeps it just in case he...passes on," England ranted quietly.

The following left France speechless as he was outside, just in case Spain needed some help.

England pulled out a leather bound book that looked extremely worn and red a page that was bookmarked with a blue ribbon; France's old ribbon he had given to Joan of Arc.

"Confession number...I don't know..," he read out loud, "The day Joan of Arc was burned at the stake was false, both England and I knew it was wrong; so we helped staged her death. At the same time Joan was set on fire, I set the spell that caused her to be switched with a body that had her same likeness. We told Joan she could go back to France, but she said she didn't want her country to be in trouble. Such a wise wisdom for a 19 year-old. 24 years later she died from an illness we, unfortunately, could not treat. How ironic that it was a year before she was declared innocent and a Saint of France. She still asks us to watch over France for her, but I know England will never really admit out loud (the day he does someone better bloody record it) France will always be one our big brothers, thanks Francis; if your out there, listening (or reading) this book".

"Fun fact," he started again, and by the time he had finished reading the last one France had contacted the other countries and they were all out side listening carefully (mostly the allies and the axis), "Arthur is really good at the yo-yo; if you don't believe me, challenge him to a yo-yo battle. Fuck, even I don't know how he got good at it".

"Confession number, again I don't bloody know. We both know why Russia is such a cold country, and frankly we don't blame him. Anastasia says to be strong though, so don't give up on trying to make friends; you certainly have a guardian angel looking out for you Ivan".

"Another fun fact, England can hold his liquor pretty damn well; so fuck all of you who say that he's a lightweight. Usually he vents and you don't even realize it. The real reason he pretends is that he can usually tell that your thinking about the bad times you had. (Yes, we know you were thinking about Amelia at the whole 'Am I protestant? God, I don't know..' incident, so don't you dare deny it Alfred)"

"Confession, um again I DON'T FUCKING KNOW! Spain doesn't know...but England actually fell in love in love hi-" England stopped and blushed, closing the book quickly. He turned to a smirking London on the bed who was trying so hard not to laugh,

"Fuck you Will".

"I already am. Fucked by you that is..."

That sentence alone sent all the countries into turmoil. Of course, London meant that he already got in trouble with this before...whoops; their fault.

A/n: Tadaa, surprise! New chapter earlier than usual! (late celebration for reaching over 50 reviews) haha, so I own nothing except London and the story line. And those are my private head cannons so yeah...don't have to accept it if you don't want to. I said before, Trick owns herself, I am Aki. Review, follow or fave pls; or what ever floats your boat. G'day/night!