"Hey, Engwand?" The little chubby cheeked boy asked curiously; his brilliant blue eyes shining with their ever present gleams of excitement.

England looked down at the little boy and flowing white gown, the red ribbon tied around his neck with the utmost care, and smile softly. "Yes my dear lad, what is it?" He inquired, giving the little boy's tousled locks of dark blonde hair a small pat.

"What's my name?" He asked, cocking his head to the side in the most adorable way almost as if he were a puppy for sale in the shop.

England smiled once more, "Silly, you know your name. You're America."

America puffed his rosy red cheeks out and pursed his tiny, plump lips out, shaking his sweet rounded head back and forth. "No, I don't mean that one." He proclaimed hugging the stuffed bunny in his arms with his chubby hands with the little sausage fingers.

England was confused. What other name did the boy mean other than his country name? It was all England ever called him by and he was positive by now that the littlun had grown used to it enough so that he accepted as his name. "Whatever do you mean, pet? How can you have more than one name?" Arthur asked, kneeling down to be more at the child's level.

"I mean like the name the nice town people call you. They don't call you Engwand like I do!" He proclaimed again, blue eyes shining with determination to find out just whatever it was he was trying to find out.

England blinked his blonde lashes over his green eyes as he gave it a moment of thought, "Oh, do you mean Arthur?" He asked, mouth forming a small 'O' as he finally understood what exactly it was American meant when he meant the other name. Alfred nodded his head eagerly; ever present cowlick bobbing up and down as he did so. "Well then, Arthur is my human name. It's what the common people call since they don't know I'm really a country."

America's tiny mouth formed an 'o' and matched with a long sigh of the letter, "Then what's my human name?" He asked again, looking up at England with those glorious eyes expectantly. In all honesty England had only ever seen America as America and no one, but America. He hadn't given the boy's human name much thought since he wasn't sure if giving him the name was really his to give.

"Well uh… I'm not sure. I picked out my own name so I… I guess you can pick your name too if you want." England had begun calling himself Arthur after his glorious and most favorite king. England guessed if he had picked his own name then there was no reason that America couldn't chose his own name if he wanted to.

America's eyes lit up like the sun I the sky and a big grin spread across his chubby face, "I can?" He asked excitedly, practically bouncing with joy at the authority he had been given. "I'm gonna pick the best name ever, Engwand!"

England merely smiled softly at the darling boy and laughed as he pet his head. "I'm sure it will be a wonderful name, pet." He assured the young nation.

America smiled at the pet, but soon puffed his rosy cheeks out in thought as he tried to conjure up the best name he could think of. "Engwand? What are some good names?" He asked hic guardian curiously and the older couldn't help, but laugh a little.

"Well there are plenty of names to pick from." England explained, picking America up from under his arms; the soft material of his white gown feeling soft on the British nation's arms. "Let's sit down and try to pick one for you." He suggested as he headed to the loveseat and gingerly sat himself down with American safely nestled in his lap. "Now let's see…." He mused. "Some popular names were I live are John… George… Thomas…" He rattled off a few that came to mind.

America puffed his little cheeks out further, his blue eyes intently looking at the floor in thought as he contemplated the names. Soon he shook his head furiously in disapproval, "I don't like any of them…"

England hummed in thought, "Hmm… how about… Charlie? Or Oliver? Alexander is a rather nice name too." The Briton suggested, but America merely shook his head again. England pressed his thin lips together, "Well, don't fret, love, I'm sure you'll hear a name you like soon enough."

England proceeded to rattle off nearly every name he could think of, but America merely continued to shake his head in displeasure at the names. It seemed there was almost no name that caught the young boy's fancy. The evening began to fall and even after suggesting names all throughout dinner there still wasn't a single one America liked. He even began to cry once when he thought that there was no name in the world that could be his. England held him and shushed him gently; assuring him that there was a name he would like eventually.

It was bed time now and the space of America's room was gently light by the warm glow of a candle as England set him down among the sheets and fluffy pillows. America burrowed himself in the quilt and brought it up to his chin, eyes still puffy from his distraught crying over the whole predicament. England sighed softly through his nose, "Cheer up, pet, I promise we'll find you a wonderful name. Just be patient." England assured, gently running his hand against America's wheat blonde hair. The boy only hummed softly in agreement, but didn't seem convinced. "Would you like to hear a story? That should help cheer you up, right?" Admittedly America did perk up a bit at the mention of Arthur's famous stories of kings and knights fighting for glory and honor and justice. America cuddled up to England and looked up at him with curious blue eyes as he intently listened to the story of the Briton's past kings.

So England began his story. "… And he was a wonderful leader. Strong and righteous with the heart of a lion and then-!"

"I got it!" He was cut off with a start as America shot up from bed and looked up at him with sparkling eyes. "That's gonna be my name." He proclaimed excitedly as he jumped up and down on the fluffy down mattress, completely unable to withhold his joy.

"R-really? Love, please stop jumping, you'll hurt yourself." England chided as he took America's arm gently and willed him to calm down. "Now… what name are you talking about?"

"That one!" Vague answer.

"I-I'm sorry, but… which one exactly?"

"The one!" America seemed annoyed that England didn't get what name he was talking about. "The king that fought off all the evil Vikings!"

England fought about it. "… Do you mean Alfred?"

America grinned broadly and nodded his head vigorously, "That's the best name ever! I'm gonna be big and strong like King Alfred and I'm gonna protect you and everyone in the village!" The little boy claimed proudly, sky colored eyes alight and determined. "I'm gonna be a hero!"

England processed before his face broke out with a soft smile at, the newly named, Alfred's enthusiasm. "I'm sure you will be. You're my little hero, Alfred." England praised using America's new name. It almost looked as if the littlun was going to burst with his pride as he bounced in his seat saying his new name over and over again in various ways and in various tones.

"Alfred! Alfred! Alfred! Alfred!" He proclaimed proudly.

England merely smiled and humored the small boy by also saying his name, "Alfred. Alfred, Alfred. Alfred." And together they celebrated with the pride gleaming on both their faces.