Author's notes: Hello everyone! This is my first story! It was an idea that I have had for awhile and I decided to finally write it down and turn it into a story. I may change the title later on...It was just kinda the first thing that came to me in my head...I Am sorry for any spelling and grammer mistakes, as well as this being a short chapter...Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter, and let me know if you think I should continue it. ~Rose

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters.

England was busy in his study catching up on his paper work, and trying to prepare for the next world meeting that would take place in a few days, and it was going to be held in London. He had been working since he woke up this morning, even skipping breakfast to get his work done. It was now late in the afternoon. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh; he let one hand run through his messy blonde hair before holding his head. He was starting to get a headache from all the work. He was deciding weather or not he should take a break and get a nice, warm cup of tea when there was a knock at the door. With a sigh England got up from his chair and went to answer the door, although company was not what he really wanted at the moment.

"I'm coming already, bloody hell." England muttered to himself as he made his way out of the study. The knocking started to increase, each one getting louder as if the person on the other side of the door was using more force with each knock.

When England opened the door he was not pleased with the person he saw. He mentally groaned knowing that his headache was going to get worse, and he was going to need good luck to finish the rest of his work with this person around. There standing outside his door, was the tall, dirty blonde, glasses wearing personification of the United States.

"Hey Arthur!" America beamed as the door was swung open and he was met face to face, with his friend, and his old father figure England. He then proceeded to walk past the Brit and into the home, carrying a small suitcase with him.

"Don't just come in uninvited!" England scowled at America, before closing the door. He then walked over to Alfred and noticed the suitcase in his hands. He had a hunch of why America was here, but decided to ask anyway. "What do you want Alfred?" England crossed his arms in front of his chest as he waited for an answer.

"What, I can't just pop up and visit you?" America asked with a big grin. He then noticed the frown on England's face and his own smile faded slightly. He let out a sigh, and started to scratch the back of his head with his free hand. "Okay, So I'm really here because I was wondering if I could stay with you for a few days…With the world meeting being in London and all, and I don't really have a hotel I can stay at…" America looked at the ground for a moment as he finished talking.

"What do you mean there is no hotel for you to stay at?" England still had his arms crossed and a frown on his face. "You just didn't want to pay, and thought it would be easier and cheaper to stay here, right?"

America nodded his head a bit embarrassed. The smile returned to his face then as he looked back at England, "But I also wanted to see you Arthur! That's the truth!" He then gave England hope filled eyes. "So I can stay right…?"

England could feel his cheeks tinge pink as he stared at America's eyes. He then forced his head away. "Yes, fine, you can stay…" He mumbled uncrossing his arms. He actually did not mind the thought of America staying with him for a few days, it was just the younger nation really knew how to get on his nerves.

"Really? Cools! Thanks Arthur!" America gave a huge smile and pulled England into a tight hug with his free hand. "I'm gonna go put my stuff in the guest room then!" America released England and quickly hurried up the stairs where he found the guest room to be the first door on the left. There he set his suitcase on the bed, and started to unpack.

England's eyes widened at the sudden hug, and his cheeks instantly blushed. He let out a relived sigh when he saw America racing up the stairs to the quest room. A tiny hint of a smile spread on England's lip. "Git…" He mumbled to himself before making his way back to his study

"So then the superhero came in at the last second and was like beating up the bad guy! Then there was this really cool explosion in the background, and everything turned to slow motion. After that, the superhero was able to save the hostages and get the stolen money back to the—Hey! Arthur are you listening to me?" America stopped explaining one of the latest action movies he had seen, and started to wave his hand in front of the Brit's face, as he could tell he was being ignored.

England had one hand holding his head, while the other was trying to get some more of his paper work done. He was finding it extremely hard to concentrate with America blabbing in his ear, about who knows what, and he was finding his anger steadily rising. He couldn't help but flinch as a sudden hand was waved in front of his face. England threw down his pen and turned to glare at America. "Alfred! I am trying to get my paper work done." His voice was low with anger.

"But paper work is so boring!" America whined. "The meeting is in a few days, you can go with out doing it for awhile can't you?" He gave England a smile. "You work all the time anyway. You don't need to stress yourself out so much…"

"No I can't go awhile without finishing it." England huffed and stared at America for a moment. "I need to finish this work before the next meeting. So I would appreciate it if you would shut the bloody hell up and let me finish it in peace!" His anger was bubbling over as England looked back down at his papers and re-grabbed his pen, starting to work once more.

"Alright, geez. No need for the stick up the ass England…" America frowned and looked at England only to get a glare as a response. He then let out a sigh and exited the study, leaving the older nation to his work. Why do you have to be so angry and bitter all the time…? America thought to himself as he walked down the hall towards the living room.

Once America had made it to the living room, he took a seat on the couch and started to watch some television. But that could only keep the younger nation occupied for so long. After about an hour of watching the television, America let out a sigh and turned it off. He laid down on the couch and rested his arm over his eyes. He was tired of watching TV, and England's house was so boring! There was only the television and a bunch of books that he was not going to read. Alfred was trying to think about the next thing he could do, maybe go bug England some more? When his stomach gave a growl.

"Well, time to get some foods!" Alfred jumped up from the couch and started to head to the kitchen.

On his way to the kitchen, Alfred had passed by the basement door. He at first passed by it not really thinking anything about it, when a sudden thought hit him: What does Iggy keep down there? He would sometimes hear England saying weird stuff down in the basement, and he was never allowed down there. His curiosity peaked, and his hunger forgotten, America made his way back over to the basement door and stood outside it for a moment before he slowly opened it and started to make his way down the cold, wooden steps.

"Damn…it sure is creepy down here…" America shivered as the air turned cold. He had stepped off the last step to find himself in a dark small, stone room. There were cobwebs hanging in the corners of the walls, as well as dust lining the floor. There were millions of books stacked in a few bookshelves against the left wall, and there was a small table in the center of the room with different containers of unknown liquids, as well as another shelf full of them to the right. America looked down at the floor and could also make out smeared chalk drawings. "Dude I know you believe in magic and all but…this is just too weird…" America mumbled to himself as he walked closer to the center of the room to look at the containers of liquid.

England rubbed at his eyes and let out a yawn. He was growing exhausted from his work. He glanced at the clock and noticed that it was getting kind of late. He stretched his tired muscles and got up from his chair. He was feeling hungry as he had not eaten anything all day. England decided to take a break to eat some food before he started to work again, so he headed out of his study and started to make his way to the kitchen.

As England was making his way to the kitchen he noticed the basement door. The odd thing about it was, the door was open. It shouldn't be. He was the only one allowed in his basement. England was not down in his basement he was in the hallway. There was only one conclusion: "That bloody wanker!" England hissed in rage as he started to stomp his way down the basement steps.

England finally made it down the steps to find America looking over his potions on the basement table. He couldn't help but shout from anger. "What do you think you are doing?" He started to make his way over to the now shocked American. "Get out of my basement! You are not allowed down here you Git! Now get out!"

America jumped in surprise as he heard England's voice. He turned around to find the fuming British man coming towards him, his face and eyes holding great fury. "H-Hey calm down Arthur!" America said shakily. "I just wanted to see what you have down here… and boy do you have some weird stuff! I mean I know you like magic and stuff, even though it's not real, but this is just...creepy…" America gave a nervous smile.

"Magic is real!" England yelled and glared at America. "You're just a stupid twat who doesn't understand anything—" England stopped as he noticed that America was holding onto one of the potions that had been sitting on the table. "Give me that." He ordered holding out his hand.

"Give you what?" America blinked before he looked down in his hand to notice he was still holding a bottle he had picked up from earlier. It was one of the bottles on the table that had the weird liquids in them, and America had picked it up to get a closer look at it. "I was just looking at it…what is it anyway…?" America asked holding the bottle closer to his face.

"It is one of my potions now give it here!" England shouted as he lunged at America and grabbed a hold of the bottle.

"Hey! I said I was just looking at it! Let go England!" America started to pull the bottle away while England still had his hand on it.

"No! You let go America!" England yelled back as he tried to pull the bottle out of America's hand, but was not succeeding. "You're going to break it and spill it and cause more trouble!"

"I will not!" America shouted back. "And even if I did break it, it's just colored water! It won't hurt anything!"

"I just said it's a potion! It's dangerous you Git! NOW. LET. GO!" Arthur's face was turning red from his anger and from tugging the bottle towards him with all his might.

"Fine, take it!" America shouted as he suddenly let go of the bottle he was pulling on and crossed his hands in front of his chest.

England's eyes widened as he pulled the bottle towards himself just as America had let go. The force sent England tumbling backwards and into the shelves of other potions against the right wall. There was a loud crash and the sounds of shattering glass as the most of the potions fell and hit the floor. Some fell onto to England as well and the own bottle in his hand shattered as he dropped it. A cloud of smoke start to engulf England and fill up the room as the potions mixed together.

America's eyes grew with shock. "H-Hey England! Are you okay?" He asked panicked. He didn't expect any of this to happen. He coughed as the smoke filled the room and he could no longer see England. He closed his eyes as they started to burn from the smoke. "A-Arthur? Iggy? Say something!" America called out, but got no response.

After a few moments the smoke started to clear away, much to America's relief. He walked over closer to the shelf where he last saw England but was shocked to see the man was no longer there. "C-Come England…This isn't funny!" Worry and fear were in his voice. What had just happened? Where did England go? Is he okay? America started to really panic. When the smoke fully cleared away he got even closer to the shelf and let out a little gasp as he looked at the floor.

There was a small child lying unconscious on the ground. He had messy blonde hair, and thick eyebrows. He looked strangely familiar. There were lots of cuts and scraps on his face and hands were the glass from the potion bottles had cut him.

America leaned down to get a closer look at the boy, his face showing that of confusion and shock. Who is this boy? Where did England go? What's going on? After a few moments it finally clicked in America's brain.

"E-England…?"

Chapter 1: End.

Author notes: So how was it? Reviews are always welcome! If the story is well liked, I will try to update soon.~Rose