"Now America..." He smirked as he turns back to the scared American. "Where were we?" He asked sweetly as he tilt his head almost innocently. "Oh yes, it's time for you to be punished." He grin darkly as he point his gun towards America's head.

"Say goodbye." Was what America heard when he close his eyes in fear but instead of having the bullet burying itself into his head it ended up buried in the wall next to him.

"That's enough." A calm voice said. America open his eyes to see Scotland standing next to Britain and he is the one who pulled the gun's aim away from his head.

"Let go of me!" Britain growled and pull his arm free. "What are you doing here? Go mind your own business!" He bare his teeth at his older brother.

"You're not allowed to hurt anyone here, Britain." Scotland sigh softly. "It looks like you're still not ready for this yet, we might have rushed things too quickly..."

"They just have to learn to deal with it! I won't stand their foolishness!" Britain snarled angrily, his brothers can feel his magic rising dangerously and if they don't do something quick the others would be hurt by the power of his magic.

"Enough!" A firm but soft voice said from the doorway.

They all turn around to see a well dressed black haired boy with bright green eyes and behind him is Wales. And the moment Britain sees the boy he calm down immediately.

"You have to learn to control your temper, Britain. One day I won't be here to stop you." The young boy said softly.

"What are you talking about!?" Britain rush towards the boy's side and knee down next to him. "You are always going to be by my side!" He said as he place his hands on the boy's shoulders.

"I'm a human, Britain. I will die one day." The boy said softly as he raise his hand to caress Britain's cheek.

"No! You won't die! You're part of me! You're England! You can't leave me!" Britain yelled, madness can be seen slowly creeping into his eyes. He has already lost his other self once, he would really loss his mind if he loses him again.

"...I didn't tell you this but...even though I am still connected to you I can no longer feel any connection to our people or land." He forced a smile. "I am human now, I will grow old and die one day."

"Your body might die but you'll come back to me! You'll always come back to me right!?" Britain is starting to lose it, they have to do something fast or else.

"Of course I will always come back to you, Britain." The boy gently rest his hands on Britain's cheeks. "I won't ever leave your side."

That calm Britain down and he pull the boy into his arms. "Thank you, England." He whispered into his ear.

Once everyone has calm down and taken their seat German clear his throat. "Now if you would explain what's going on..."

The boy is sitting on Britain's lap with his brothers sitting around them. "Well...I guess we'll start from the beginning." The boy said. "I'm Harry or England as I am known by Britain, Scotland, Wales and Ireland. I was born in this time period but was sent back to just a little after Rome left Britain and Britain and I have been sharing a body-"

"Yeah right! How is anyone supposed to go back in time to share a body with a country?" America interrupted England before he can finish.

"It is really old magic." England cover Britain's mouth before he can snap at America. "Our country has always been filled with strong magic so it isn't any surprised that something like that would happen."

"But magic isn't real!"

"Just because you don't have magic doesn't mean it isn't real."

"Well why do you guys have magic and I don't?"

"...You might not remember it but you used to have magic when you were very young...for a country to have magic they must have lots of magic in their land. But of course the magic in their land must be strong or it will disappear overtime."

"So magic in my land isn't strong?"

"...It isn't as strong as ours but it isn't weak...the reason you don't have magic anymore is because of me. I got rid of most of the magic in your land so you're able to grow up without being attacked for having magic..."

"What!?" America slam his hands on the table as he shot up. "How could you do that to me!?" He yelled at England, not caring that he's just a little boy at the moment.

"Don't you dare yell at him!" Britain growled as he hug England protectively. "He did it to protect your ungrateful ass! You don't know what it's like living with magic during a time when people are burnt alive just for having magic! You don't know what it feels like to be burnt alive or the torture you'll be forced to go through in hopes to remove something that's part of you!" He glare at America before stomping away with England in his arms.

Everyone is quiet as they take in everything that Britain said before turning to his brothers. "Did any of that happen to them?" Norway asked, he knew how bad it was to have magic during the witch hunt but he never had a problem because he kept his magic a secret.

Wales smile sadly as he nods his head. "Yeah...we used to be able to use it freely because we didn't have a problem with people with magic before Scotland's king return from Denmark and it got even worse when he became England's king. Of course as their countries they can't kill us but they did try different ways to get rid of the magic in us. Britain and England got the worst of it because they have the strongest magic out of all of us." It is the sad part of their history that was kept from the world for years and even now they don't know the true horror they all went through.