Hey guys! A couple of people wanted a continuation of the one shot so here it it. This is for Krazykat179 and Side-Account-Bitch . Also credit to OliviaGuardabascio who helped me come up with an idea for this. Enjoy! WARNING: language, past child abuse, and violence.
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The once lively and loud room had become silent and uncomfortable with the new found information that had just been revealed. England's former colonies were gazing in disgust at the British nation's stiff body. Many thoughts filled their heads all at once. Why did England hurt America? Why hadn't America told them? And the most pressing of all, why hadn't England hurt them like he hurt America?

Canada hugged his bear tightly silent tears forming in his violet eyes. His brother...his precious baby brother..how could England have done that to him? Unknowingly, Canada began to sob falling to the floor as tears streamed down his pale face. Mexico caught his older brother's falling form whilst trying to hold back his own tears.

"Why? Why did he hurt Alfie?" The Canadian sobbed letting go of his bear to latch onto his other younger brother. The Mexican nation shushed Canada and started rubbing circles in the light blonde's back. "I don't know, Canadá. But I do know that he will never hurt Alfred ever again." Mexico said through gritted teeth holding his sobbing brother tightly. "Jour damn right he von't!" Prussia growled fists clenched.

This gained noises of agreement from all the other surrounding nations even Cuba surprisingly. "I may not like America but no one should go through that." Cuba stated solemnly ignoring the looks of shock he received from his fellow nations. Suddenly Canada stood up from the floor detaching from Mexico who did the same though he looked a little confused. "I want to see America." Canada proclaimed. Mexico's eyes widened though they soon softened into a look of understanding.

"I know but Russia's with him right now. He'll be fine." Mexico reassured Canada earning a scoff from the Canadian. "Russia hates America. He isn't fit to look out for my little brother. I should be by his side not him." Canada scowled eyes sliding towards England's corpse. God he wished there was a way to kill England permanently. Ukraine suddenly stood up approaching the Canadian shyly locking eyes with the scowling nation.

The Ukrainian woman stood in front of Canada a shy yet determined look on her face. "Russia has been through a lot." She started gently laying her hands on Canada's tense shoulders. "He knows how to cope with trauma and what it's like to not have people understand what he's gone through." Ukraine continued smiling softly up at the Canadian who huffed at her words. "I still want to see my brother. I spent centuries in the dark not knowing what England did to him. I need to make this right." Canada told Ukraine whose eyes flashed with understanding.

"I know how that feels, Kanada. You're probably thinking 'I could've done something' or 'Why didn't he tell me'." Canada's eyes widened at Ukraine's words. How did she know? Ukraine must have seen the shock in his eyes because she let out a light yet sad giggle. "Russia went through a lot of stuff more than a few centuries ago. Me and Belarus were separated from him at the time so we couldn't do anything to help him. So I understand how you feel." Ukraine looked at Canada with sympathetic and understanding eyes.

Canada's expression turned thoughtful. Was Russia better equipped to comfort America because he had gone through intense trauma as well? Canada had to admitted he didn't like that thought. Russia...alone with his innocent baby brother...

As thoughts of Russia taking advantage of America in his weak state started to fill the Canadian's head the scowl returned to his face. Canada shook off Ukraine's hands before he started marching towards the door and exiting ignoring the cries of protests from his younger brother and cousins.

Israel watched Canada's brother and cousins follow him out the door telling him to wait up. The Israeli woman sighed before standing up herself stealing a look at England's slowly reviving body. She turned to England's brothers Scotland, Ireland, and Wales as well as Finland and Sweden. "Do you have him covered?" She asked pointing at England.

"Aye lassie. I'll give the punk the worst beating of his life." Scotland snarled hands clenched into fists. He looked like a powder keg ready to expose. "Same here." Wales agreed. Finland, Ireland, and Sweden also made noises of agreement causing Israel to nod in satisfaction. The Israel nation then started making her way towards the door only to be stopped when an arm blocked her way.

"Where do you think you are going?" Israel looked up to lock eyes with Afghanistan and scowled. "I'm going to see if my friend is alright. Now move aside." Israel gently pushed Afghanistan out of her way and exited the room just as England drew his first breath of new life.
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It seemed like forever since Prussia, France, and Denmark left the room. Russia was still holding America close to his larger body trying to form some sort of protection around the smaller nation. The Russian had to remind himself a couple of times that America was here and safe in his arms. England could do no harm as long as Russia was around.

Suddenly the door slammed openly causing Russia to jump and pull America impossibly closer to him. Canada and the rest of America's family entered the room looking shocked upon finding America half naked sleeping while in Russia's arms. Russia growled when they tried to step closer. Deep down he knew America's family would never hurt him but right now he was in full defense mode. He was ready to protect America at all costs.

"Get away from-" Canada was interrupted when Argentina grabbed his shoulder roughly pulling him back and away from the two superpowers. Argentina must have felt the defensive aura coming off of Russia and stopped Canada in his tracks. "What the hell, Argentina?!" Canada snapped at his cousin who shook his head and used his free hand to point at Russia.

"Russia's clearly in his defense mode. If you go near him or America, I have no doubt in my mind that he will harm you." Argentina said looking at the Russian protectively holding his cousin. "But I want to talk to my brother!" Canada protested yanking his shoulder from Argentina's grip. Colombia, sensing Canada was about to try and approach the two nations, silently walked behind the Canadian and hit him on the back of the head.

Canada slowly fell to the ground but Brazil caught him and hoisted him over his shoulder. "Russia.." Colombia spoke softly much like the tone Ukraine would normally use. Russia tightened his grip on America instinctively. "Take care of our cousin." Was all Colombia said before she started to usher her family out of the hotel room.

The Russian nation was grateful to Colombia for leaving America and him alone. Knowing Prussia and Denmark and there recklessness, Russia had to assume England was already dead. And even if they didn't kill him then they would have at least told everyone what the British nation did. Either way England's fate is as good as sealed. That thought alone brought a small, slightly creepy smile to spread across Russia's face.

There will be hell to pay for what England did to America. And Russia would be happy to carry out that payment but first...

Russia stood up from his spot on the floor holding America bridal style. He walked slowly towards the large hotel bed before pulling back the covers and softly laying America onto the bed. The Russian pulled the covers up to America's chin then grabbed a nearby chair to sit in. The silence in the air was full of anticipation leaving Russia feeling a little antsy.

America will probably have a lot of question when he wakes up. Russia will do his best to answer those questions no matter how awkward they may be.

It was at that moment that America's eyes fluttered open and he groaned sleepily. "What the hell?" America mumbled sleepily slowly sitting up using his elbows to support his body. Russia tensed as America awoke from his sleep. He didn't expect America to wake up this early. America's sapphire blue eyes landed on Russia causing said superpower to tense.

"Russia? What're you doin' here?" Russia couldn't help but blush. Apparently when America is sleepy his southern accent shows more. The Russian managed to gulp down his nerves before speaking. "I stayed with you after Prussia and Denmark left." Russia said fiddling with the ends of his scarf nervously.

America blinked at that. After Prussia and Denmark left..? A sudden chill made America look down at his exposed torso and he remembered everything. Prussia walking in on him change. Seeing the scar England left. France telling them what happened to him and his mother....

"Oh god..." America murmured as he realized what happened. Prussia and Denmark knew. Russia knew. Everyone was going to know. Unconsciously America started to cry tears streaming down his face causing Russia to start to panic. "Fredka, what's wrong? Did I say some-" "Everyone's going to know." Russia stared at America confused. "Know what?" Russia inquired. "That I was weak." America whimpered hands trying to cover his face but failing. Those words immediately had Russia at America's side arms wrapping around the smaller nation.

"You're not weak, Amerika. You're a strong, independent nation who went through a lot during his childhood." Russia cooed as America hugged him back openly sobbing into Russia's chest. "I..I was strong but I didn't want to hurt him..." America cried arms tightening around the Russian nation. "I know. You have no reason to feel ashamed. All nations go through trauma but we all help each get through it." Russia said causing America to pull his head away from his chest and look up at him with wide, glistening eyes.

"Will you help me?"

Russia didn't hesitate in answering.

"Yes."
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The next day, the meeting went on as scheduled and England was alive again (much to everyone's dismay). America was sat in between Prussia and Denmark with Russia sitting next to Prussia. Normally all nations would be seated alphabetically but that meant that America would have to sit next to England which was a big no.

So seats were moved around so America could sit next to people he was comfortable with. Though America could stop staring at England, more specifically his forehead. The words 'CHILD ABUSER' were etched into the British nation's forehead the words were a scabbed over and angry in nature. America knew that some kind of magic had to be used to make the scar stick since most nations can heal their wounds.

Speaking of England, the former empire hadn't stopped glaring at America causing the younger nation to flinch every so often. But what surprised America the most was the fact that England was the one getting insulted not him.

"Child beater!"

"How do you sleep at night?"

"Monster!"

"You should be ashamed of your self."

The of England's former colonies were giving him the cold shoulder in favor of talking with America. They kept apologizing for not being there for him but he said that he never intended on anyone knowing so they have nothing to feel guilty about. "I do feel a little guilty about that though..." America pointed at England forehead a feeling of guilt creeping up his spine.

"Don't. He deserves it after vhat he put jou through." Prussia told America placing a reassuring hand on the blonde's shoulder. "He iz right, mon ami. Let him suffer." France said smiling softly at the American. Similar statements of agreement came from Russia, Denmark, Sweden, and Finland which made America feel slightly better but not entirely.

His guilt only worsened as nations continued to insult and berate England throughout the meeting up until the dismissal for lunch. England tried to make it to the door but an unknown nation tripped him causing everyone besides America to laugh at the former empire's misery.

Russia, Prussia, and Denmark beckoned America to join them for lunch but America just waved them off telling them to go on ahead and that he would catch up to them later. Though reluctant they obeyed America's wish and left him alone in the conference room with England.

The American walked towards the Brit with hesitant steps before he stood in front of England. He offered his hand to the kneeling nation but recoiled when England smacked it away. "You insufferable brat..." England growled standing up on his own to glare at America with furious emerald eyes. "You just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you? You had to go whine about how horrible your life was and now everyone's making my life horrible." England snapped at him like America was the reason for all his suffering.

"You brought this on yourself." America found himself retorting. "And for the record I didn't tell anyone, France told Prussia, Denmark and Russia when Prussia walked in and discovered that lovely brand mark you gave me." America said eyes glazing over the words on England's forehead. "How the bloody hell did France know?" England snapped again causing America to flinch ever so slightly.

That look in England's eyes and the tone of his voice were so similar to the ones he had displayed all those years ago. "He was the one who found me after you branded me. He took me away to his house where he treated my wounds and we talked about my revolution." America told England causing the Brit's eyes to widen for a fraction of a second before that rage filled look returned.

"So he's the one who drove you away from me, huh? I'll kill hi-" England was cut off by the the sudden change in America's eyes. Cold, unforgiving orbs glared down at him making the Brit feel more like an insect than a nation. "You'll do no such thing. France saved my life. If it weren't for him you would've killed me." England glared back at America despite every instinct in his body was screaming at him to run away.

Screaming that this wasn't the same pushover colony he hurt all those years ago. But England, foolishly, didn't listen. "I wouldn't ha-" America cut England off again. "We both know you would have at some point." That only made England more pissed off. "Stop interrupting me!" Unconsciously England raised a hand to hit America but the younger nation grabbed his wrist.

It was tempting to crush England's wrist though America restrained himself. He let go of the Englishman's wrist before he turned his back to him and started towards the door. America ignored England's yelling telling him to come back and settle this though he was ignored. America promised England he would be strong but not like him.

He will never be like him.
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