Hehe, I made this connection today when I was cooking dinner. Does anyone else find it weird that I was making tacos while listening to England's character songs (Pub & Go is love)? Sometimes, even I can't understand my own thought process. Like how corn makes me think of giraffes... anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: As much as Ce'Nedra may her Imperial Highness of the Tolnedran Empire, she does not own Hetalia (or the Belgariad)

Arthur Kirkland, better known as England, let out a content sigh as he sat down on his sofa, a book of poetry in one hand and a steaming cup of earl gray tea in the other. It was a normal, rainy British afternoon, but more importantly, it was quiet. No paperwork to sign, no annoying Americans bursti-

"Iggy! Guess what! Guess what!"

Scratch that last thing.

Arthur sighed and set down his tea, turning to face his over enthusiastic boyfriend, "What is it, Alfred?"

"I found evidence that totally means we were meant to be together!" Alfred said gleefully, plopping down on the couch next to Arthur and slinging an arm around his shoulder.

"Oh?" The Briton raised one eyebrow, "And what would that be?"

"Well, it rains a lot in England..." America began, trailing off at the end.

"And your point is?" England asked, his tone oozing impatience. As much as he loved the American (though he would probably never admit that out loud), the man really got on his nerves sometimes.

"The Japanese word for rain is ame." Alfred ended with a satisfied tone, as if that settled it all.

"I still don't see where this is going." England looked up at the American and gave him an exasperated look. This was supposed to be his nice, quiet afternoon off.

"Well, duh. Ame. America. A-M-E. A-M-E-R-I-C-A!" The younger nation threw his hands up in the air eagerly before bringing his arms down, pulling the older nation into a tight group. He just beamed at the other for a minute before he noticed that the man in his arms was shaking, "Iggy? What's wrong?" He asked, thinking the other was crying until Arthur threw back his head and let out a full throated laugh.

"O-oh Alfred! You really are an idiot sometimes!" The Brit managed to get out between bursts of laughter.

"Hey!"

"But, don't worry," He leaned up and kissed Alfred on the nose lightly, "You're my idiot." And with that, he pressed his lips to the others, shutting off any further protests Alfred might have had about being called an idiot.