Disclaimer:I own nothing...except this story...;n; ~notes at the end~

    Here I am outside England's old Victorian styled house. Only two days after my Birthday. I always felt bad for him getting depressed and for hurting him. Though I always knew I would never go back to being 'his little colony'. So~here I am cake and even a gift for him in hand,trying to cheer him up. I knocked on the door...no response. I repeated the process three more times. They all ended the same way.

   Then, I happened to remember him telling me that he had a spare key. I put the cake and gift I was holding down and reached for the top of his door frame. He better not have moved that key I thought to myself. When suddenly my hand felt a cold bump from the smooth frame. Figuring it was the key, I grabbed it and brought it down to make sure. Yep, same shiny silver luster, with the classic key shape. I placed the key, in the lock and turned it, I opened the door and stepped inside. Not before I put back the key, because if I didn't then England would never let me hear the end of it. Ever.

   The first thing I noticed,was that he wasn't there siting down reading,or watching the news. Strange, that is what he normally does, so I went to check the kitchen to see if he was making tea. Still no England,so I set the cake and his gift on the kitchen table. Then I decided to check his bedroom to make sure he wasn't moping. I have caught him doing that before...man,England needs to get a life. Iggy get a girlfriend or something,I don't care! Go make out with France! Do something, just stop being so depressed and grumpy. These were my thoughts as I ran up the stairs two at at a time, till I reached his room. I put my hand on his door knob, turning it slowly. Then I slammed open his door. Next I did my awesome heroic, with my eyes closed and fists on my hips."Ha ha!Your amazing hero is here Iggy!" I shouted happily. After a minute, I heard no 'what are you doing in my room!?' or and 'bloody idiot' being yelled at me I opened my right eye.Yet again my pray escapes me.

 Scratching the back of my head "where in the wor-" I voiced my question out loud. When I was interrupted my the sound of glass shattering and that unmistakable voice. I ran downstairs to find were his voice came from. All I found was a hidden staircase...wait how did I miss that? As I walked done the stone stairs, I realized how old it looked. It reminded me of how those dungeon staircases looked from the movies. Could it be haunted?! Nah, I could smell the stench of alcohol as I went down. It was probably just an alcohol celler,knowing England...scotch or whisky probably. When I finally reached the bottom all I found was another door...wait actually I could hear England cursing. He must of dropped something, and he called me clumsy. I laughed a bit at the thought. HA serves you right,dude! 

   Curiosity got the better of me, when I heard him saying something that wasn't in English. I opened the door quietly, all I seen was a shadowy figure with a black cape and hood over it's head and something glowing in front of him. It was England, because when the figure started to talk it had his voice. Almost as soon as he started talking I noticed it wasn't English...but Latin?...Yes most definitely Latin. 

"Quid enim dicam sunt euentura sunt fieri cupio~"Arthur slurred

    He was cut off as I lost balance and fell onto the the cold stone floor. My glasses went sliding across the floor landing next to his feet. "Ha ha..."I laughed nervously as I stood and started to walk over. "Sorry Iggy. Hey,what you doin'? Oh.....your faking magic,again huh?" I laughed at the thought of magic. Honestly I was more scientific kind of guy. Even if all the other nations called me stupid, I wasn't as dump as most of them think. Though what happened next I wouldn't be able to explain, or frankly even imagine.

"Vos?! Go! Ne derelinquas me, et domus mea! Iuuat cum esses parvulus esses! Auditis hostium copiis respicerent vobis! Cur non et revertaris parum pie redire ad ens ut parvulus iste! Ire  in alterius familiae! Go oblitus es, et omnia! Ad utriusque populi ite nolo esse frater vester invenire alium fratrem tuum!"he screamed at me

     I could hear him slightly slurring, and I knew he was drunk again. None of that seemed to matter because tears started to sting my sky blue eyes,for I knew exactly what he said. A blinding white light started to surrounded me. When it fully engulfed my body I was in excruciating pain.  It felt like my bones were breaking over and over again! My mind screamed help! England please!? Why? but all that came out were muffled screams of pain and agony. Then suddenly everything went black,and I couldn't feel anything.

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England managed to stumble up the staircase,before he passed out mumbling"He used to be so cute..."

~~~Hey, sorry if this wasn't that good but I will try to update soon. I would love comments and future ideas. I have had this idea for a while and I'm glad I got to post it. This is told from America's point of view mostly. This is my first one...ever...so if you can't be nice no posting please. but until next time... SAME BAT-TIME,SAME BAT-CHANNEL....I love you all good night!!