Author's note: Sorry for the long wait! I'm going to update as many of my fanfics as soon as possible! Please bear with me as I work, especially with college starting soon. That and I may be snowed in tomorrow anyways with nothing to do. ; u ;

Onto the fic~

England looked at the paper in awe. At first, all he could think was When did Wales learn to write in English? Then he realized that there was more to this than he thought. He took some time to think it over as he had his servants work around him. A lot of tea was consumed and a lot of thought was in order. After a year, he figured he could pick Wales up now so they could talk and maybe he'd be in better line. After sending a letter, then a quick ship and a carriage ride to France's house, England reluctantly knocked on the door. Then opening the door was Wales in a maid's dress. Green eyes intensified with rage as he quickly closed the door in England's face.

Soon, the door opened again and this time, France opened the door. "I'm sorry, Angleterre. Your brother has become increasingly angry since the letter you sent to tell me you were coming to pick him up. I honestly wish you didn't have to, because he's been such a good boy, and all I can see is you in his features." England sighed and shook his head. He did allow France to do as he wished with Wales, and he probably did. Especially with how he was talking about Wales.

"Just give Wales back… in normal clothing, if you don't mind." England said with a sigh. After an hour, Wales came down with whatever he had brought and in normal clothes. All he did was walk past England and into the carriage he had obviously come in. England was starting to feel worse about his decision on sending him to France. As he left, he heard "Adieu! You two are allowed back anytime!" That made England shudder before he climbed into the carriage and it was off.

After a little while of silence, England pulled out the parchment that Wales had written and held it out for him to take. Wales looked over at him with surprise. "Wales, I'm sorry for sending you to that god awful place. I honestly didn't know."

"'ch wouldn't , 'ch re na dendio darllenwr."

"What? I can't understand you."

"I said you wouldn't know since you're not a bloody mind reader!" Wales said with a raised voice. England sighed and said "I guess I had that coming." Wales just took the parchment in his outstretched hand and stuffed it in his pocket. And things went silent again.

Soon, they reached the port where the ship England came on was docked. And it was obvious which ship since it had the flag with St. George's Cross. The two walked onto the ship. Once all the provisions were made sure, the ship then sailed off. Wales stayed on the deck while England was continuing his thinking in his own quarters. How could he make this up to him?

And that's it for now, because I'm tired! :D

Translation:

'ch wouldn't , 'ch re na dendio darllenwr.= You wouldn't, you're not a mind reader.