Because even countries aren't around forever, and England fully expected this day to come. There are things he'd undoubtedly miss (tea, scones…America…just a little bit…maybe…not that he liked the git or anything), but he's been alive for a long time, and he isn't going to throw up a fuss.

So England dies. And it isn't as if he expected that to be the end. He just…didn't expect this.

He is a baby. A tiny, defenseless, human baby.

Dear lord, what had he done to deserve this?

...

His new name is Itachi Uchiha.

It's a very Japanese sounding name, and England supposes his new appearance matches this. However, the rest of the village, despite their equally Japanese-sounding names, do not look the part. He's seen blondes, red-heads, pink-heads, and it's all very confusing.

His new mother — and God, isn't that strange; it's been centuries since he's had a parental figure — laughs and pats him on the head when he tells her this (later she'll tell her husband that Itachi is talking about imaginary lands again, and Fugaku will decide that he really needs to up the kids training schedule).

England inwardly mopes. No one takes him seriously anymore. He supposes that it's an after-effect of being a 3 year old child, and not a strong, powerful nation.

(Not many people took England seriously before, but he's still in denial about this).

England continues to hate his new existence for a while longer, until he catches a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror, and for once really looks.

More specifically, he really looks at his eyebrows.

His wonderful, perfect, not bushy eyebrows.

England lets out a very unmanly squeal and runs out of the room. Ha! Take that. No one would be making fun of his eyebrows in this lifetime.

"Itachi sweetie, what are you doing?" Mikoto asks as he hurries past.

"They're perfect!"

...

Mikoto's son is strange.

He drinks far too much tea, and seems obsessed with this strange food — he calls it a 'scone', but Mikoto has never heard of them before, so she's really not too sure where her young son came across them. The first time she sees one — Itachi has been hurrying around the kitchen, looking more excited than she's seen him in years — she decides that it hardly looks appetising, with it's hard, lumpy appearance.

Fugaku tries one, more to appease Itachi than out of any actual desire to taste them, and he spends the night throwing up. Mikoto decides, as much as she adores her son, she is not putting herself through that.

She does however pretend to finish her scone, and conspicuously throws it out a nearby window when her son isn't looking. Itachi proceeds to direct all his scorn at Fugaku, while Mikoto is showered with adoring smiles.

She regrets nothing.

The scones probably would have made very capable weapons, but Itachi refuses to acknowledge that they are anything less than perfect, let alone downright terrible.

The scones stay. Mikoto makes sure to be conveniently standing by a window every time her son hands her one. After all, a few white lies never hurt anyone.

(A few years later, a violently sick ANBU team would beg to differ).

...

When England finds out he is going to have a new little brother, he proceeds to get very, very drunk.

After all, his last experience of being a big brother hadn't ended well. Being reborn as a human (and, well, he'd mostly come to accept this, but that didn't mean he wasn't bitter from time to time) had done nothing to dull his ire at the memory of that bloody revolution.

He imagines all sorts of different scenarios — his new little brother (who, despite the fact that he knew this would be very unlikely, has blonde hair, blue eyes, and looks suspiciously like America whenever he conjures up these images) screaming that he wanted nothing to do with him, taking his tea and scones and dumping them in the river (because there didn't seem to be any harbours nearby, thank god for small miracles), his little brother declaring war on him (who cares if they didn't have any armies, he had a right to be worried).

So he was stressed, and annoyed, and so what if he was only six years old? Technically he was far older than anyone in this village, and he'd been a bloody pirate, so anyone who had an issue with this could go to Hell, for all he cared.

So that's how Fugaku Uchiha finds his son, blubbering incoherently after breaking into his father's alcohol stash.

He is not amused.

" — and then he just — goes and says he doesn't want to be my brother anymore — well screw him, I don't need him around, I'm the United Bloody Kingdom, you know…I…damn him…I did so much for him, so WHAT if I left him for a few years here and there, I WAS A BLOODY EMPIRE, I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU DO ANY BETTER!"

"Are you drunk?!" Fugaku roars, when he's come to terms with the fact that yes, this is his six year old son, completely wasted, and bawling his eyes out.

"YES! Yes I am! Drunk on the pain of being ABANDONED BY THAT UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BRAT! I AM A GREAT EMPIRE, AND I WAS A PIRATE, AND — AND — I HAVE MAGIC DAMMIT!"

"Mikoto!" Fugaku yells, because he was not dealing with this alone. Mikoto seemed to have a better handle on their strange son anyway.

His son sniffs. "F-f-flying Mint Bunny, we're going to show them how great we are!"

The boy is talking to the empty space by his head.

Yes, Fugaku is definitely not dealing with this.

…

AN:

So this will mostly likely just be a few chapters long, and the whole thing will mainly just consist of mini-drabbles. Sasuke will be coming in the next chapter.

I don't really know how a nation would be reborn as a human haha, but I got this idea, and I had to write it, so…well, it's fanfiction. I'm not going to be too nitpick-y xD

Hope you enjoy it, and tell me what you think!