Hey guys! Here's the requested sequel for the UkUs one-shot. I'll be using ideas from FiorellaTyrell , ICantStopReadinhHelp , and OliviaGuardabascio . Enjoy! WARNING: past child abuse and violence. Also none of England's other colonies were abused because he learned that being really strict isn't the right way to raise a child after America left him.
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"Zhat is all for today. Meeting adjourned." Germany declared bringing about a sense of relief in the room. Normally meetings would be loud and full of chaos but this meeting was one that couldn't be interrupted at all. Some of the more energetic nations immediately shot up from their seats full of pent up energy. "Wow that was soooo boring!" Denmark groaned earning nods from a few nearby nations.

"You said it dude." America said sighing in relief when he was finally able to get up from his seat. The meeting had lasted almost six hours. Six fucking hours! It was a wonder that some nations were able to stay put that long. "Anyone vanna go out drinking?" Prussia asked getting cheers of agreement from Denmark, America, and more than a few other countries.

"Aren't you underaged, kid?" Turkey inquired appearing at America's side with a smirk. America, being the mature nation he is, stuck his tongue out at the Turk. "Not in Germany I'm not. Besides it's not like alcohol affects me anyway." America shrugged earning him a smack on the back from Prussia. "Hov does zhat work anyway?" He asked causing America to shrug again before a smirk appeared on his face. "It's because I can do this." Prussia gave America a confused look before he exclaimed in shock when America wrapped an arm around his waist.

He lifted the Prussian into the air laughing loudly along with Denmark and Turkey. "That's why. I have a high metabolism because of my strength." America told them carefully placing Prussia back on the ground. Once safely back on the ground, Prussia playfully smacked him across his head. Suddenly a familiar British voice broke the moment. "America." England hesitantly walked up to America his body language giving off his nervousness.

America's previous smile immediately vanished at the sight of the Englishman. "England." America responded curtly. His voice was cold and sharp leaving the room dropping more than a few temperatures. England gulped as a shiver ran down his spine. "I..I was wondering if you wanted to go get something to eat. Like a burger, perhaps?" England looked up at his former colony with hopeful eyes.

America didn't even need to think about his answer. "No." America then turned away from the now sad Englishman and proceeded to walk away from the former empire with Denmark, Prussia, and Turkey following close behind worried looks on their faces. It wasn't like America to turn down food especially a burger. And for him to say no to a nation that had had such an integral part in his life was...shocking.

It left the room colder than the arctic circle and nations feeling scared that one of their sunshine children was no longer smiling. "Hey Amerika..." Prussia spoke up placing a hand on America's shoulder comfortingly. America ignored him shrugging off the hand on his shoulder. "Let's just go drinking." America said walking out the door with the three Europeans in tow leaving the room silent and cold.

"What did Inglaterra do to make America so cold towards him?" Spain asked France because it was obvious that France knew something none of them did. France sighed watching as England made his way out of the room sulking. "It's not my story to tell, Espagne. However I can say zhat Angleterre deserves every bit of zhat coldness." France said tone surprisingly emotionless. Spain gave France a look of confusion but the Frenchman just waved him off.

Then France's usual smirk appeared on his face like nothing had never happened. "Ah mon ami. We have a fun night ahead of us and some potential blackmail as well." France purred swinging an arm around the Spaniard's waist drawing a lighthearted chuckle from Spain. "I wonder how much blackmail do you think will get on Prusia?" Spain asked the previous moment now forgotten.

"More zhan enough." France answered walking out the door with Spain. The moment shared between England and America however didn't leave his mind like it left Spain's. France wasn't lying when he said England deserved all that coldness. In fact he deserved more than America could ever give him.
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The next morning after a night of drinking and fun, America was undressing to change his clothes because he had fallen asleep in them. His bare back was turned to the door when Prussia decided to burst in seemingly already over his hangover.

"Amerika! Zhe awesome me is here to—" Prussia stopped mid sentence as he took in the sight before him. It was America's back. Sun-kissed and perfect like the rest of his body. Well almost perfect except for a brand mark. A brand mark with very specific words. Words that made Prussia's blood boil. 'Property Of The British Empire' stood out like a sore thumb because of how pale the lettering was on America's tan back. America turned around not realizing that Prussia had seen one of his most hurtful scars.

"Hey Prussia. What're you—" "Who gave that mark?" America stared at Prussia confused so the albino decided to elaborate. "That brand mark in the middle of your back." Prussia clarified stepping around the bed and standing in front of the frightened looking American. "I don't know what you're talking about." America said trying to put his shirt back on only to be stopped by Prussia grabbing the shirt from his arms.

"Yes you do, Alfred! Who gave it to you?" Prussia shouted around him causing America to flinch. "No one!" America yelled backing away as Prussia stepped closer towards him. Soon he was backed up against a wall with Prussia glaring down at him. He was trapped. "Then explain this." Prussia snaked his hand around America and touched the brand causing America to wince in slight pain. "I need to know who it is, Alfred. Who.did.this.to.you?" He punctured every word with a touch to the brand mark.

America felt tears forming in his eyes covering his face as he finally responded to the question. "E...England.." He sobbed moving his arms to wrap around himself protectively. Prussia immediately removed his hand from the brand mark to pull America into a hug. "Shh, it's okay baby. Shh." Prussia cooed his accent getting deeper as America wrapped his arms around him sobbing into his shoulder.

America's crying must've leaked out into the halls because not even a minute later France, Denmark, and Russia rushed into the room panicked looks on their faces. They were greeted by the sight of a silent Prussia holding a sobbing, half-naked America. "What happened?" Denmark asked as he rushed to his best friends' sides. "I zhink I know vhy America hates England." Was all Prussia said as he held the American closer to him.

Denmark and Russia gave the Prussian a puzzled look while France's own face showed understanding. "So he told you, huh?" France murmured gracefully walking towards where the awesome trio sat comforting their youngest member. "Not all of it. Just zhat it vas England." Prussia told France as Denmark wrapped his arms around the crying American. France nodded solemnly before Russia spoke up. "What did Britain do to Amerika?" He asked looking at his sobbing rival.

It didn't feel right to see America cry. The younger nation was always so strong and brave. So to have him be a sobbing mess was...unsettling to say the least. "Can I tell zhem, ma chère?" France spoke softly gaining a nod from America who was too upset to speak. The three Europeans turned their attention towards France though Denmark and Prussia's minds were still focused on America.

"When Amérique was a colony, Angleterre was always so strict with him. If Amérique didn't do something up to England's standards he would get severely punished." France started growling silently at the memory of all the bruises he would find on America's body when he came to visit. "Severely punished? What exactly does that consist of?" Denmark asked though he feared of the answer he would potentially get.

"Angleterre would hit him on a daily basis. He would leave Amérique alone in a dark closet for long periods of time just to punish him. But zhat is far from zhe worst zhing Angleterre did." France sat himself on the floor as he spoke watching as the three nations around him grew more angry. "What could be worse than that?" Russia asked as he sat down as well. France looked ashamed at the next thing he said. "He killed Amérique's mother. I vas zhere, I should have stopped him but I too busy trying to pacify Amérique's tears." France looked down at his lap regretfully.

"H..He killed Amerika's mother?" Prussia's voice was scarily quiet his eyes hidden by his white hair. France nodded sadly ashamed he didn't do anything to stop it. "Zhat however is only one zhing in Angleterre's sack of sins. When Amérique told him he was leaving him, he dragged him down into the basement forced him on his stomach and branded him. Zhe mark you saw is what is left." When France was done speaking America had stopped crying and was looking at them all with widened eyes.

"Uh..." He couldn't seem to form words. Prussia released America before standing up and marching out the door Denmark running after the albino calling his name. Russia swept in to take Denmark and Prussia's place hugging the startled blonde nation. "I will go after zhem." France told Russia who nodded pulling America to his body as France exited the room too.

Thoughts of all the torture he had experienced at the hands of nations like Mongolia flashed through his mind causing Russia to pull America closer. He reached a hand up to America's silky blonde hair combing through the soft locks. The thought of America experiencing even half of what he experienced and at the hands of someone who was supposed to love and care for him no less made him pull America even closer to him.

"Vanya?" America's voice was quiet and meek so unlike him that Russia felt like crying. But he held back his tears and answered America. "Da, Fredka?" The Russian whispered softly while gently petting the American's hair. "Why are you comforting me? Don't you hate me?" America asked him. Russia felt his heart clench at those words. He didn't hate America. Quite the opposite in fact.

That however, is something to deal with some other time not right now. So Russia avoided the question and instead kissed America's forehead lips shaking. "No one should go through what you went through. You are safe now. Rest." Ivan said shaking slightly with held back tears. America seemed to have taken his advice passing out immediately. Ivan watched his rival's chest rise and fall as he slept peacefully. No one was there to comfort Ivan after what he went through, the Russian wasn't going to let the same fate befall his crush.

With those thoughts in mind Russia rocked America back and fourth like he was a fragile baby singing a lullaby that his sister used to sing to him.
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Prussia marched down the hall towards the common room where he knew England would be. Denmark was calling out his name but it was all white noise to the pissed off albino. How dare England lay his hands on America? How dare he brand him like he was some kind of animal? Prussia finally made it to the common room where he saw England having a conversation with Japan.

"Oh hello Prussia—" England was cut off when Prussia grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into a wall. "I know vhat jou did to Amerika, jou sick bastard." Prussia growled his voice sharp with anger. The nations in the room stopped doing what they were doing when Prussia had slammed England into a wall now they were curious as to what England had done to America.

The former empire paled slightly when Prussia spoke. "I...I didn't do anything. Whatever America told you is a lie." England insisted gasping when Prussia's hold on his throat tightened. "He didn't tell me. France did. Is zhat hov jou get off England, hm? Do jou get jour rocks off by beating children?" Prussia accused bringing about confusion among the nations. "Dad, What's he talking about?" Australia asked the British nation warily.

Denmark bursted in the room and saw Prussia holding England up against the wall by his throat. He bypassed the scene for now to speak to the confused nations. "France told us why America hates England. It isn't pretty." Denmark said glaring at England out of the corner of his eyes. "What you mean it not pretty? What he do to him?" China inquired a bad feeling starting to pool in his stomach.

Denmark looked hesitant at speaking but decided to anyway. "He hurt America. A lot. He was very strict with America and would often hit him if he didn't do something right. He also....he also..." Denmark didn't look like he wanted to continue though he pushed on. He was determined to tell the whole world what a monster England is. "He branded America. Like an animal. Because he wanted to leave him to get away from the abuse. It was a miracle that France found him in time or else he may not have survived." Denmark felt tears form in his eyes, though like Russia, he pushed them down.

It took Finland a second to process what the Dane had just said. When it finally did form in his mind, the Finnish man bursted into tears. England hurt his son. His son. His baby boy. Sweden went over to comfort his wife full of rage. It was bad enough that England kept them out of America's childhood but this? This was something unforgivable. Before Sweden could reach Finland, the Finnish man had drawn his pistol and was running towards England and Prussia.

He yanked Prussia away from the former empire tossing him aside. He held the gun to England's head clicking the safety off. "You sick son of a bitch. How could you? How could you do that to him?" Tears streamed down the Finnish nation's face as he shouted at England. "I..I'm sorry! I've apologized but he won't accept it!!" England whimpered pathetically holding his hands up in surrender.

"Of course he won't accept it! Do you really think apologies are going to get you redemption? The only way you can redeem yourself is with your life." Finland pressed the gun right between England's eyes his own orbs filled with rage over what his son had suffered. Then Sweden was at his side holding a sword growling like a disturbed animal. It was clear he was trying to hold himself back from cutting off England's head with on swing of his sword.

"M..My life?! Isn't that a bit harsh?" England whined only to flinch when Finland's finger itched towards the trigger. "Your life isn't even worth the same amounts America's is. He's kind, patient, and probably the most innocent out of all of us despite everything he's seen! You hurt him. And...And I—" Finland just started sobbing causing Sweden to wrap an arm around him in silent comfort.

"Finnland.." Prussia placed hand on his shoulder his own pistol drawn. "Calm down before jou do anything jou regret." Prussia told him which made the Finnish man stop sobbing and step back from England. England sighed in relief thinking it was over only to scream out in pain when Finland shot both his legs and then his...um nether regions.

"You were wrong, Prussia. I don't regret that." Finland smirked clicking the safety of his gun back on. Finland's behavior seemed to have set Sweden off because he plunged his sword into the Brit's chest . England coughed up blood as he felt the sword penetrate his abdomen. "Me...either..." Sweden said pulling out his sword and tossing it aside. Blood gushed from the fresh stab wound causing England to cough up more blood.

"Ah fuck it." Was all Prussia said before he shot England in the foot. England coughed up even more blood as the light slowly faded from his eyes. Soon his chest stopped moving and he was dead. Prussia delivered a hard kick to the now dead British nation before turning away. "Should we go check on Alfie, eh?" Canada asked looking at England's body with disgust. That man had hurt his brother so no longer mattered to him. It was clear his former fellow colonies felt the same way.

Denmark shook his head. "Someone's already with him. He'll be just fine." He told the Canadian. Canada nodded going to speak again but Norway beat him to it. "I have something too." Norway spoke quietly before snapping his finger. Words began to carve themselves in England's forehead eventually coming out to spell 'CHILD ABUSER'. "Won't that just heal with he comes back to life?" Australia asked feeling a certain hatred for England now. Is that why he was always so unsure around his other colonies?

The Norwegian shook his head before explaining. "I used a certain type of magic so it won't heal when he comes back to life." Norway explained getting nods from all the nations in the room. Everyone looked at England's dead body with disgust and hatred. It was safe to say they weren't going to forget about this. Not any time soon.
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