Word Count: 4,641

Pairing: Prussia x England

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters, the only thing I own is the plot

Warnings: For both America and England's language.

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After waiting for over an hour outside of the Prussian's hotel room for any indication of when his friend would be back with England, France sighed in defeat and started the long walk back to his house. The weather was a contrast of what the French nation was feeling, as the sun shone down warming the earth as France watched couples and families walking around under the suns gaze.

Sighing dramatically, France begrudgingly made his way up the steps leading to his front door, pulling the keys out of his pocket he proceeded to unlock the door. Continuing his 'depressed walk into the entrance of his home. Slowly, he slipped his jacket down his arms before hanging it up on the available hooks, taking his shoes off and placing them neatly in the corner, out of the way. Throwing the keys down into a small glass bowl situated on a wooden table near to the coat rack as he walked through the front room towards the kitchen.

Purposefully walking into the kitchen, France hunted through his cupboards until he found a bottle of his favourite wine, pouring a glass of the red liquid for himself before he took the remainder of the bottle with him into his sitting room where he unceremoniously sat down in an armchair in front of a roaring fire.

Thinking back on the actions of the meeting, France let out another sigh as he remembers the crushed look on England's face as he pointed out that France had no idea he was even in the meeting room until Prussia pointed it out. He recalled how disappointed Prussia looked as he gazed at the Frenchman and how England clung to his friend as he was carried, sobbing, out of the meeting hall.

Delicately crossing his ankles in front of him, France swirls the contents of his glass around in small circles before taking a small sip. His face falling to look grim as he wipes his other hand down his face as he stares into the flames dancing in his fireplace just meters away from where he sat. "I cannot believe that Prussia, one of my closest friends is trying to steal England away from me. I have loved him for the longest of times so he should be mine!" France ponders this fact occasionally speaking his thoughts out loud, though there is no one present to hear his thoughts.

After a few minutes a deliberating France's face breaks out into a smile; a devilish plan forming in his mind. A plan with the sole purpose of separating England from Prussia once and for all.

France smiled as he thought of how easy he thought it was going to be to get England and Prussia to ignore each other. To get Prussia to say something to the Englishman that would either make the English nation hate him or to make him run into his own awaiting arms.

He started writing down his ideas on a notepad that was permanently situated on the small table where he had placed his glass of wine and the bottle.

Step one of France's plan was to find time to talk to Prussia telling him that England confessed his feelings for himself. He could tell Prussia that England was hurting because of him and he was making England unhappy…

France was deep in thought trying to think of things he could say that would help him to prove things to the Prussian, he knew for a fact that Prussia would keep his distance from the English man if he thought that he was causing England any sort of pain.

Step two of his plan, France thought about being there to comfort the Englishman after he gets his heart broken, he would be the only one that would be there for his lifelong friend/enemy. Getting him to open up about all of the things he had been thinking, getting him to see France in a different light as he comforted him and led him back out of the darkness he always seemed to be surrounded by these days.

-To Prussia-

Prussia carried England further away from the hotel, being careful to avoid as many other nations as possible, as he expertly made his way through several back ally's in the French city. "Where are we gowing Gilbewt?" England has his hands wrapped tightly around the others neck, his small fingers playing with the hair at the nap of his neck as he looked up at the Prussian.

"I told you, I am taking you to get some cake, ja?" England smiled warmly at his friend and nodded his head, wrapping his arms slightly tighter around the older nations neck as he rested his head down on the Prussian's shoulder. It was silent between the two as Prussia continue to thread his way through the hordes of people milling about on the streets, until England spoke up once more. "Do you think Fwance will twy to take me away?" Startled by the statement so much, Prussia stumbled slightly and came to an abrupt halt, he looked down at the little bundle in his arms and sighed gently. He too had thought that this was a possibility but had tried to dismiss the thought almost as fast as it had materialised in his mind.

"I wouldn't let him Artie. Not after what he did to you. Even if you did forgive him I will not let him have you back until you were your proper self again and even then, only if you wanted to." The island nation looked up in what seemed like awe at the older nation, nodding his head vigorously as he giggled. "What if I said I nevew wanted to go back?"

Prussia smirked down at the child in his arms "Then you are stuck with me little England. Even if you are not so little anymore." Said nation blushed slightly, his mind going off as he pictured exactly what that simple phrase could mean, shaking his head the English nation settled for a soft "Good." Burying his head further into the Prussian's neck.

After contemplating what England could have meant by that, Prussia shook his head and continued on his way, walking down the streets of France, occasionally pointing out a pub or tavern they could visit together once the spell had worn off.

After a few minutes of walking deeper into the throngs of people, Prussia walks England into a small French café and walks straight up to the counter. "So Artie, what cake did you want to eat? Pick whatever one you want. Did you want a drink as well?" England looked up in wonder at the array of different cakes and treats that were written on the overhead menu, his eyes swiping left to right in excitement as he contemplates his answer.

"Can I get a Vitowia sponge pwease?" He looks up at Prussia with sparkling eyes, his expression showing that of pure excitement. "With some tea?" The Prussian chuckled slightly causing the child to blush out of embarrassment, a small pout coming to his features. "I am sorry Arthur but you are just too cute. Yes, you can have some tea with your cake."

Prussia hugged the small child before turning back to the counter, he smiled at the girl standing near to till and lifted England up further in his arms. "Hmmmm We will have one Vitoria Sponge with a small cup of tea. Cooled please, if you would be so kind, I don't want him burning his mouth." The girl furrowed her eyebrows as she looked towards the small child.

"Are you sure you want tea? We have some nice juice in the back. I could get you some instead?" England scowled at the woman making her gasp softly at the intensity of his gaze; Prussia laughed and patted the child's back. "No, that is quite alright. He really likes his tea." The cashier nodded her head mutely as she watched England's expression change back too happy and content. "Is that everything?"

"Nope, I would like a piece of your Strawberry cheesecake with a nice cup of coffee. That is everything." The woman tallied up the total and smiled when Prussia handed her the money, he stepped to the side slightly before smiling at the woman again. "I don't suppose you would be able to bring it over to our table. I would have quite a bit of difficulty trying to carry the tray and Arthur over here." Prussia grinned at the woman before hugging Arthur tighter to his chest.

The woman furrowed her eyebrows, a small frown shaped her features as she stared at the small child, making him feel slightly uncomfortable. "Why don't you go and sit him down in a highchair at the table, then come back for the tray?" Prussia stilled for a second, his eyes narrowing and his smile falling into a frown as he stared at the girl.

"Are you trying to suggest that I leave a small child, on his own at a table in a busy café? Anything could happen to him." The girl's eyes widened as she looked between the two people in front of her, panic evident in her face at the dangerously low tone the albino had taken. "No… No I didn't mean it like that, I just assumed there was someone else to look after him for a few moments. I am sorry."

Prussia smirked over and turned his back on the still apologising girl, calling over his shoulder as he started to walk away. "I expect to see our order being brought over in a few minutes."

Walking over to the back corner of the café; England and Prussia sat down at the table, England grumbling about having to sit in a highchair so he could reach but soon settled down when their cakes were brought over. His mood further improving when Prussia started to feed him, giggling at the antics of his new caretaker, who had been pretending the spoon was an aeroplane.

Prussia was having a lot of fun with the English nation, he never realised how much he loved spending time with the island nation, never realised how much he missed spending time with the other. Although he was a child at this point he could still see the England he knows and loves; the same snarky attitude and disposition when he doesn't get his own way.

-To France-

France had spent almost the entire day plotting how to get England away from the Prussian, he thought long and hard, and decided that he was going to wait until England was his usual argumentative and temperamental self. He would make it seem as though Prussia was only using him like his brothers used to and make the younger come crying back to him.

He would make sure that Prussia was as far away from England as much as possible, making them ignore each other so as to not mess with his plan of getting England to belong to him. After the Prussian was out of the picture permanently, he would make England completely his.

After being cooped up in his house for the remainder of the day, drinking bottle after bottle of wine, France decided to go for a short walk to clear his head and put the finishing touches on his plan. Walking calmly down the street, France watched once again, the couples and families talking and walking down the open streets of France. His calm mood shattering as he heard the familiar giggle of his old friend followed by the loud and obnoxious laugh of the Prussia.

Looking over towards the direction the sounds were coming from, France was shocked to find England and Prussia playing together in one of the Children's playgrounds in the area, a pang of jealously struck in France's chest as he watched the scene for a few moments.

Taking a deep breath, France slowly, cautiously walks his way over towards the pair, going unnoticed for a short while as they ran around the apparatus. He remained still for a few more moments trying to sober up a bit more, before he said something he would regret.

After calming his nerves, France cleared his throat, finally managing to draw the attention to himself. He smiled down at England who had all but frozen in his tracks as soon as his gaze found the French nation. "Hello, Angleterre. How are you doing?" He was shocked when England bolted at the sound of his voice, ran away from the French nation and headed straight for the Prussia who picked him up in his arms, cradling the small child close.

"What are you doing here Francis?" Prussia stood rocking England back and forth while stroking a hand gently up and down his spine. Feeling slightly grateful that England hadn't started to cry this time but the Prussian could feel his small body shaking. From what? He didn't know.

"I was out for an afternoon stroll to clear my head, when I came across you and England. I thought it was time for me to take him home." Prussia openly gaped at his friend who appeared slightly tipsy; Did he really just say he was going to take England home? After ignoring him and hurting him this morning? He expects me to just hand him over?!

England shook his head, from where it was nestled deeply in the Prussian's shirt, turning his head slightly he faced the French nation, a deep scowl on his face and a hard set to his eyes. "No! I don't want to go with you. I am staying with Pwussia!" France switched his gaze between England and Prussia, the latter shifting from foot to foot under the French man's gaze.

"I told you this morning France. England is staying with me until this whole thing is over with, if he wants to go back to you after that then fine but you already had your chance and you hurt him more than I thought you could." France stood still, his brain trying to comprehend everything at once while he was still looking from England to Prussia before focusing on the former.

"Are you sure, mon petite lapin? America and Canada will be there."

England looked at the French nation before nodding his head, "I don't want to see Amewica, he is just like my bwothers and I don't like him anymore. He was mean to me. I want to stay with Pwussia because he is my fwiend and I like him." Prussia, though he knew England couldn't have meant it in that way, blushed, his cheeks turning a noticeable pink on his pale skin.

"Oh, well what about if America apologises? Then we can all go home and explain everything? I am sure you are tired after all. Anyway I thought you liked Canada? I thought we were all friends?" France looked desperate at this point, as he tried to reason with the stubborn nation.

"I did like Amewica but he hit me. We wewe fwiends, I thought, but you ignowed me and didn't even notice I wasn't thewe until Pwussia said. I like Pwussia more than you, mowe than Canada and mowe than anyone. I like Pwussia a lot." England stuck his tongue out at the French nation before turning his attention towards the Prussia who was looking down at him in shock.

"Pwussia? Can we go home now?"

Said nation broke out of his stupor and looked down at the child in his arms, looking back over towards his friend who was frozen in shock, he smirked and nodded his head. "Of course we can Artie. How would you like to go see Germany and Italy for a minute, I think we need to talk to them about something?"

England looked confused for a minute but quickly nodded his head and tightened his arms around Prussia's neck giggling softly as they began to walk off down the street back towards the hotel.

-Short time skip-

Prussia and England arrived back at the hotel around 25 minutes later, laughing and joking the whole way as they walked through the lobby repeating greetings to any countries they met along the way. Prussia held England close as they rode the elevator up to the right floor before stepping out and walking down towards Germany's door, which just so happened to be situated directly opposite the Prussian's.

Placing England on the floor by his feet, Prussia lifted his hand up to knock on the door smiling reassuringly down at the child when he felt him fist the material of his trouser leg. "Don't worry Artie, it is okay." England nodded his head but still kept himself hidden behind Prussia's leg as the door was swung open.

"Who is i…. Bruder? What are you doing here?" Germany looked at his older brother before furrowing his eyebrows looking confused. "And where is England?" Prussia smirked at his little brother before looking down at his leg, Germany following his gaze. Finding a fidgeting England gripping tightly to his brother's trousers Germany released a very rare smile.

"Well you better come in then, Italy is here in the kitchen. Don't ask me what he is doing because I have no idea." Germany holds the door open wider, allowing for Prussia to unsteadily walk through the threshold, he knells down in front of England as soon as the door shuts behind them. Grabbing hold of the others small hands in his own he smiles at the child. "Hey Artie. Why don't you go and see Italy while I talk to West? I promise to come and get you as soon as we are done okay?"

Germany watches in amazement as England smiles warmly up at the Prussian, nodding his head and placing a soft kiss to the older nation's cheek before giggling and racing off to find the bubbly nation. "Wow, Bruder. He is really attached to you. I still have a hard to believing that that sweet little child is England."

Prussia stands up, looking in the general direction where England disappeared off to before looking back at his brother. "Yea, he is the same as when he was little. He went through hell yet still managed to be that bit happier. He always acted like that whenever I saw him though, normally it was after his brothers had done something. He would cling to me and cry, I would always calm him down and then protect him if they ever came back."

Germany smiled at the look spreading around Prussia's face as he thought back to when England was just a small nation. Clearing his throat, he suddenly got serious, "What brought you here though, bruder? It is not like you to come here."

Prussia's facial expression turned grim as he focused back on his brother, he released a deep sigh before dragging a hand through his white hair. "We ran into France a few moments ago. He had been drinking, only a bit, he wasn't completely drunk but still. He tried to persuade England to go back to his house with him. He sounded so desperate to get him away from me, I feel like he is going to try something, I don't know what. I hate doubting him because he is one of my closest friends but I get the feeling he will stop at nothing to get England back."

Germany watched silently as Prussia walked over towards the sofa, sitting down and placing his elbows on his knees while resting his head in his hands. They younger, walked over slowly sitting down next to his brother before rubbing his back awkwardly. "How about I try and keep an eye on him for you, you could always go and speak to Spain tomorrow if you want to. Maybe if you take England to see Spain and Romano then they could stay with you and maybe that would deter France from trying anything."

Germany paused as he tried to think of other things to help his brother, "We could try and speak to other nations as well. Like Japan and China, they seem to get on well with England in his current state and I am sure if you explain everything to them they would understand and help as much as possible."

Prussia smiles at his brother, bringing his head up and leaning back against the sofa, "Yea I guess I could take Arthur to see Spain and Romano tomorrow, I can always try and speak to Japan and China at the next meeting or…" Prussia sat up straight, looking over at his brother once more before breaking out into a wide grin. "Do you know their contact details, I could always message them and tell them tonight!" Germany sighed as his brother stood up, his obnoxious laugh filling the room as Germany shook his head before getting up from his seat.

They younger Germanic nation walked calmly over towards a small desk in the corner of the room, opening the top draw and shuffling through papers and such as he hunted for the information Prussia had asked for. Finding what he was looking for, he stood back up before making his way back over towards the Prussian who was still laughing dramatically.

-To England-

England stumbled around the hotel room looking for the kitchen, curiously gazing around the rooms he passed as he searched. Walking down a small corridor, England smiled when he heard the soft sounds of someone singing; stopping in his tracks England swayed slowly to the soothing words.

After a few minutes of listening to the song, England walked slowly towards the direction in which the singing was coming from. Looking around on of the corners, England found the nation he had been searching for.

Italy was dancing around the kitchen, tending to a boiling pot on the stove, a few vegetables that had been cut up on the counter and a couple of bowls of different ingredients England couldn't quite see from where he was standing. Walking cautiously over to the Italian, the small island nation snuck up before giggling quietly, the small noise catching Italy's attention.

The Italian looked down and watched as England walked over towards him; lifting his hands up above his head England gazed at the bubbly nation smiling. "Up… Up." Italy laughed at the cute antics of the English nation before leaning down and holding him close. "Hello England. How are you?"

"Good, Pwussia bought me cake and then we played in the pawk!" England giggled again and looked down into the boiling pot in front of him. Italy watched the child attentively, not wanting him to get burnt by the hot liquid. "Wow. I wish I could go play in the Park; Germany won't let me though." England giggled at the pout on Italy's face, he brought his small hands up slowly, placing them on either of the bubbly nation's cheeks. Tilting his head to the left slightly England looked deep into Italy's eyes. "You can come with me and Pwussia next time! Gewmany can come too!"

Italy smiled brightly, "Vee~ How about a huge Nation's picnic! That would be so much fun; with lots of pasta~" England giggled again and nodded his head vigorously. The boiling water, bubbled dangerously close to the top of the pan drawing the attention of the two nations in the room. Italy gasped quietly before gently placing England down so he was sitting on the counter away from the hob. "I will talk to Germany about it." Italy added some herbs and other ingredients into the pan before mixing the pasta and turning of the hob, he drained what little water was left before putting the pasta into a big mixing bowl. "Where is Prussia? I thought he was with you England?" England nodded his head and pointed out into the front room, "Pwussia needed to talk to Gewmany about Fwance." A small frown appeared on the island nations face.

Italy noticing this clapped his hands, causing the small nation to look up, "How about you two stay for dinner, I made plenty!" England smiled and nodded his head. He loved the Italians food and even in his childish form he still wouldn't pass up an opportunity to taste it.

The older nation grinned brightly, splitting the pasta dish up into four bowls and placing them all on a tray before helping England down of the counter. He watched in amusement as England walked calmly out of the kitchen, closely followed by the Italian who noticed England's pacing speed up the closer they got to the front room.

Just around the corner, Italy giggle as England broke out into a run, launching himself into the room and jumping up onto the sofa next to the oldest German. Prussia, startled by the sudden dip in the sofa, looked down at his side and found England grinning up at him. Smiling back down at the Island nation Prussia picked him up and placed him in his lap giving him a quick hug. "I thought you were with Ita-chan?"

Prussia watched amused as England nodded his head vigorously before turning his gaze towards the doorway just in time to watch Italy walk calmly into the room still balancing the bowls of pasta in his arms. "He was making pasta!" Italy smiled at the small nation, placing the tray down on the table before handing them out to the occupants, handing England's to the Prussian.

"Did you finish talking to Germany?" Italy skipped over to the German before plopping down in the seat next to him, looking bright-eyed at the youngest of the two brothers who nodded his head. "Ja, we were just discussing how to keep France away from England, Italy." Said nation let his expression morph into one of confusion, looking between England and Prussia, both of which were avoiding his gaze. "He isn't trying to hurt England is he?" Italy's eye filled with tears at the thought of someone hurting the child.

England shook his head slowly, his gaze on the fork Prussia was holding out to him; he took a small bite before looking back at the Italian. "He is twying to take me away. I don't want to leave Pwussia. I want to stay with Pwussia, Fwance is a meany, I don't like him anymowe." England furrowed his eyebrows and frowned; his eyes tearing up the longer he thought about it.

Prussia noticing the little one's discomfort, placed the bowls down on the table and picking up the child from his seat on the Prussian's lap, giving him a tight hug. Prussia looked down at the blonde head of hair tucked under his chin, "I promise you England, that I will try everything I can to keep you safe from France. I won't allow him or anyone else to hurt you."

Germany and Italy watched with soft smiles, England pulled away slightly, looking directly into Prussia's red eyes before nodding his head returning his head to the others shoulder. "I trust you Pwussia." The eldest German smiled affectionately down at the small child before giving him another tight squeeze. "Well why don't we finish our dinner and then I think it is someone's bed time."

Now, Germany, knowing how stubborn and argumentative the Brit could be watched in shock as England simply nodded his head, settling back against his older brother who smiled softly stroking England's hair as he picked up the bowls again. "Okay, Pwussia. Bed time aftew this, I am sweepy." Prussia nodded his head, twisting some pasta around a fork and offering it to England who silently nibbled at it. "I know Artie, I know…"

A/N

Hey guys, sorry it took me so long to write this one, I had no idea of what to write and kept deleting parts and re-writing it all. I read some of the reviews and found someone asking for more interaction between England and some of the other Countries; Well I will gladly say that this chapter includes Italy and Germany towards the end and the following Chapter includes Spain and Romano.

I would also like to say that I have around half of the next Chapter written so it should be up maybe by the end of this weekend, I hope. Though I do have a bit of work to do for a group presentation a Uni but I am trying to find time for me to continue my stories or write the oneshots which kept popping into my head.

I would like to thank all of my followers, favouriters and reviewers for all of your support, I appreciate it. Reading all of your comments really makes this all worth wild; the comments I get inspire my next piece of work and for that I am grateful.

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