America quickly walked back down the direction he previously went and found the stairs with ease, walking up them with a quicker pace than before. When he was half way up the stairs, he heard the familiar clacking on the ground and stopped dead in his tracks. He doesn't know why he did, but his body stopped without him wanting it to. He then heard a British accent echo through the palace aimed towards him.

"Aw, America please, may we speak for a second?" America would turn around to see his father slowly making his way to the bottom of the stairs, looking up at his son through his monocle. Britain had suffered a lot through the years, being through so many wars had done the old country horribly.

He had a permanent limp and the need for a cane during World War 1, and became partially blind in his right eye. And because he only has one eye, and because Britain is a true Englishman, he found the need for a monocle over glasses to be more useful. Not to mention all the issues you get when you're old, the man is a practical walking functioning corpse.

America would slowly turn around, pushing his glasses up to cover his eyes. He would look down the stairs, and silently swear under his breath as he made the journey back down. Was he nervous? Fuck yea. Did he want to go keel over and die? Also yes. He can only imagine what his father was going to say, either another lecture or a half assed apology and his money was on the apology.

"What's.. What's up, papa?" America would say as his feet reached the bottom of the stairs, taking a small jump to land on the floor in front of his father. He looked his father up and down, yep, he looked the same as always.

Except he can notice that his dads leg was doing worse than usual as he put most of his weight on the better, working leg. As Britain adjusted his monocle he would sigh, opening his mouth again to talk to his American son.

"I heard what you have done from the maids," Britain would pause to look at his son. America would have to hold back a laugh, as the memory of him tripping that group of old maids replayed in his head. Britain would let out a small "ahem," which caused America to tense up again and look back at his father.

"Ahem, anyways, I'm not here to talk about that. Please, let us take a walk? I promise you, this won't lead to any miniscule argument. This conversation has meaning, just please, give me some time." The old British man would state, looking at his son for any kind of approval. He would hope this wouldn't last long, as his body began to ache.

America would notice his fathers discomfort and sigh, giving a quick nod as he stepped right beside his father. They began to walk, tension growing around the pair.

"So, papa, what do you uh.. Wanna discuss about.. Hope it ain't nothing that important.." America would blurt out, matching his fathers slow walking pace. One hand rested in the pocket where his phone resided, and the other was out just in case his father needed help. Yea, they're relationship was strained but America wasn't that cruel.

"Well, if you must know, it's about your stay here. Your stay here entirely, in fact." The British man sighs as the words leave his mouth. America's face contorted in fear and uncertainty, he can even feel himself begin to sweat a bit. No way he was getting kicked out, right? He would hear his father let out a slight cough before continuing speaking, not noticing his son's change in demeanor.

"It's nothing bad, believe me. The entirety you have stayed here, it has been rough on the both of us. You must know, with all of our consistent fighting and arguments and... such..." Britain began to cough a bit, causing America to put his free hand on the space of his fathers back.

"Whoa, papa, let's take it easy yea? Why don't we finish this conversation... sitting down? It'll be better for the best of us.. Haha.." A nervous laughter came from the younger countries lips as he suggested that to his father. The older country gave a quick nod as a smirk grew on his face.

"Who do you think I am? So kind of old man?" The Brit would say, the two of them laughing at his joke.

"In all seriousness, I do agree. Please, follow me. I know a spot that is near here where we can continue this discussion." The both began to walk again, at a comfortable pace for the old country. During the journey there, America's hand never left the center of his fathers back. To both of their dismay, but hey, it was probably for the better.

As the both of them walked, it was quiet and peaceful. Of course, there was still some tension in the air but it was barely noticeable. It lingered as a sense of security fell onto both of the countries as they continued their journey to wherever the Brit was taking them.

It was a slow, short, and peaceful walk it was. They both basked in the feeling of easiness and calmness, something the both of them haven't experienced with each other in god knows how long. But, the feeling quickly faded for America as his father approached a big window.

The window had space where you can sit down in the sill admiring the outside world from it. This area was also a lot more secluded, America noticed, with little to no palace staff roaming or lingering near this location. Britain quickly sat down, resting his cane upon the wall and looking out into the sun set. America followed his fathers actions, placing a leg up on the sill bent as the other dangled off the side.

"Now, should we continue..?" His father would say, noticing the British accent more carefully on each word. America gave a quick nod as he fidgeted with his fingers. He never liked serious talks with his family.

"Ahem, so, we were talking about the... oh, yes. Again, your stay here has been a lot for both of us. That fact we can both agree on, who it has been harder on could be up for debate."

Britain's eyes would continue to stare out into the nature in front of him, letting out a small chuckle.

"Hey, let's not bring up how harsh we've been on each other. Gonna start another argument, man." America would say jokingly, causing him to also let out a small chuckle. His eyes wandered over to his fathers figure, noticing no difference. Thank god.

"Anyways, I just wanted to say my apologies. For I do not know the reasons why our arguments spark up so much, but I can only assume it is just some old fatherly instincts. It has been lovely here with your stay, along with dragging along your brother. If I am being serious, you visit us more than all of your brothers." America was shocked at the words that left his fathers mouth. It also made him prideful, and it didn't sound so half-assed! This is great progress, America would think to himself as a genuine smile plastered itself onto his face. He hadn't heard something so genuine from his father in god knows how long, that's why he's so happy to hear this now of all times.

"I get it, papa. I know my time here has been.. like, on the fence in a way. I'm glad we can sort things out though, I really don't mean to cause you so much harm. Sorry for being a dick." America's smile would grow a little more in between each of his sentences. It's weird, he would think to himself, why would he get so happy over the littlest attention from his father?

"Right, yes, I am glad we agree on something." Why did America sense a bit of sarcasm coming from his fathers words?

"Anyways, I also have something to mention. Since we are speaking already it's just easier to mention now while we are... y'know.. Talking..." America's sentence would trail off, the father son duo's conversation becoming awkward very quickly.

"Oh? Do mention it." Britain would say, readjusting the way he was sitting to have his weaker leg cross over the healthier one.

"A.. change in plans has happened. I'm gonna leave tonight, hopefully, maybe even in the morning. Y'know, children trouble back home.. Haha..." The American said awkwardly as his free hand went to rub the back of his head in shame. He pushed up his sunglasses, waiting for his fathers response.

"Oh? Well, isn't that something? Please, do tell what is it your 50 states have done this time." Ouch, America thought, he ain't happy at the mention of my children. This conversation was going so smoothly a second ago!

"Um yea, y'know, it's my precious little Midwestern states. Some drama or some sh- I mean, something came up and they requested for me. S-Sounded pretty urgent, so, I want to go see what's up." America was very glad he caught himself before swearing in front of his father, again, placing his arm back down at his side.

Both of the countries' attention slightly turned to the sound of footsteps. They quickly stopped as America looked up to only see the feet of the person as they walked backwards. It was his brother, probably going to eavesdrop. I mean, who else wears ugly ass shoes like Canada?

"Uh huh, are you at least going to stay for dinner?" Britain's words were bitter, causing America to slightly smirk out of embarrassment.

"Yea, that was the plan. I already told mama and Canada so you don't gotta worry about that. I wouldn't wanna leave right before dinner! You taught me better than that!"

"I see, well," Britain stood up slowly and grabbed his cane. Gripping it with such strength as he continued to speak, "I will see you at dinner, don't be late."