I decided to leave the previous chapter up for a bit just in case anyone gets confused. Ok, normally I would reply to reviews, but I'm a bit lazy right now. So yeah . . .

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England walked through the meadow of sunflowers. He felt the breeze tousle his hair back and forth. A sudden gust of wind caused him to shut his eyes, shielding it with his hands. Once he reopened them, America stood in front of him. America's back was facing England and he was quite a distance away. England reached out his hand, "Alfred . . !"

America turned around, but the wind picked up again, scattering sunflower petals everywhere. America was blocked from England's view. He screamed, "Alfred!"

"England . . !"

Eh? America's voice sounded much younger.

"England!!"

England snapped awake as he felt a sudden weight land on him, "OW!"

America smiled brightly. He had just jumped onto England's vital regions in order to wake him up. He said, "Good morning England!"

England said with a groan, pain resounding throughout his body, "M-morning, Alfred."

America got up and off the bed, much to England's relief. He said, "It's already 8! You didn't wake up, so I went and woke you up. I tried calling you, but you didn't respond. So I tried jumping on you and it worked!"

England managed a strained smile, "A-ah, thank you Alfred." The pain was slowly dying down.

America chirped, "You're welcome!" He asked in a bubbly voice, "So, what's the plan for today, England?" He was no longer wearing his long dress shirt and instead clothes England had picked out for him. It consisted of a white collared shirt with brown shorts that had suspenders. He also had white socks that went half-way up his calves and black shoes.

England had started undressing out of his pajamas and into his regular clothes, a collar shirt with a tie, light brown vest, green blazer, and black pants. He said as he changed, "First, we'll eat breakfast. Then I need to settle some business over the phone. After that, we are going to visit your brother in order to inform him of your condition."

America tilted his head, "Brother? Who?"

England informed him, "Your brother, Canada or Matthew Williams. He has the right know about your condition since he is your only blood relative."

America asked, "England isn't my blood brother?"

England stiffened as he was adjusting his tie, ". . . No I'm not."

America said, "I see . . . Then why were you taking care of me when I was younger?"

England replied, "I had taken custody of you when you were a newborn nation all alone in the new world. Even if I wasn't your blood relative, I treated you as my own little brother."

America said, "I see." The two were walking out the door at that point. America said, "I'm kind of glad you're not my real brother."

Those unannounced, sudden words pierced through England's heart before he could even react. He had a shocked look on his face, "W-why?"

America giggled, "Because then it's ok."

England was confused, "What's ok?" They were nearing the kitchen.

America smiled brightly and innocently, "I want to be your bride!"

If England had tea, he would have spewed it out. He spluttered, his face bright red, "W-w-what?! Why would you w-w-want that?"

America explained, "Sealand told me if two people got married, they'd live happily together for the rest of their lives! But he also told me people with blood relations shouldn't get married. So I was a bit worried last night. I thought that if England was my big brother, we would be together but there would be no guarantee we would stay together for long, even if I promised to never leave you. But if I got married to you, we would be bounded together till death do us part!" He smiled, "So I want to become your bride, so that you will never be alone! I love you, England!"

England said softly, "Alfred . . ." No words could express how touched England was. He knelt down and patted America's head, "You really are a good kid." He gave America a peck on the forehead. A part (the part from his pirate days) of him was urging him to go further, but his gentleman-side told him it was wrong to take advantage of America in his state. After all, America didn't fully comprehend the concept of marriage or love. He may be a grown nation, but in this state, he was still a child at heart. He said gently, "Thank you."

America smiled, "There's no need to thank me."

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Over the breakfast table, America said, "Neh, England. I'm starting to recover bits of my memory."

England swallowed his food before asking, "Is that so? What can you remember?"

America said, "I remember the time you and France fought over me." He giggled, "I didn't know England could act so childishly. You're always so mature but uptight."

England spluttered, embarrassed, "W-well there's always that someone who brings out the worst in us."

America said, "Mm, but that makes you seem more real, you know?" He was silent for a moment, before he looked up, "U-um, England . . ?"

England asked, "Hm?"

America asked, "Is it ok for me to call you Arthur?"

England blushed, "Eh?!" He asked, "W-why do you want to call me by my human name?"

America said, "Because calling you by your human name makes you seem more familiar to me. You're not the strong nation England, but my big brother like figure, Arthur. Besides, you call me Alfred." He asked, "Is it not ok?"

England waved his hand, "N-no, it's alright! Feel free to call me Arthur!"

America brightened up, "Thank you, Arthur.

England smiled slightly, "Alright, finish up your breakfast and get dressed. I'll be with you later, ok?"

America nodded, "Ok!" He continued to eat the burnt food as if it was a normal meal while England went to his work room, where he would deal with political issues. Picking up the phone, he dialed the number of America's boss. After a few rings, a voice filtered through the phone, "Hello?"

England said professionally, "Hello, this is England."

"Hello England. What's the status?"

England replied, "America's regaining some of his memory, but he is still far from recovered. Your isolation will have to continue for longer until America is fully recovered. As we discussed before, I will continue to take care of his policies for now."

"This is not going fast enough! How much longer do you think we can keep our isolation status! Our economy will be in danger if we trade with only you guys!"

England said, "Do not worry, Japan has made an agreement to allow you to trade with his country. He knows of the situation and has made a treaty stating he will not try to take over America and will allow you to trade with him under certain, reasonable conditions. I have faxed the treaty to you to be read and approved. Also, I am going to see if Canada will be willing to be part of this treaty as well."

"Hmm, I see. Then everything should be fine for now . . . But make sure America is recovered quickly! This country needs him."

England said, ". . . I understand. I will do everything in my power to help him recover."

"Very well. Thank you for all your help, England. Send my regards to Queen Elizabeth II."

England replied, "I will. Thank you for your cooperation." With that, he placed the phone back onto its holder, ending the call. He then turned around and called, "Alfred, are you ready yet?"

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America held England's hand as they walked down the bricked pathway to Canada's house. He hummed, "Canada has a lot of maple trees, Arthur!" A bag was slung over his shoulders, containing books he was reading on the way to Canada's house.

England smiled, "Do you like the scenery?" One hand was holding America, another holding a briefcase.

America nodded, "It's so pretty! The maple leaves are all red and pretty!" (1)

England said as they walked up to the door, "I'm glad you like it." He then knocked on the door, "Canada, are you there? It's me, England."

Some noises were heard before they heard a quiet voice call out, "Coming!" The door opened to reveal a man with an identical face to America holding a bear. He said, "Hello England. What is it that you wanted to speak . . . with me . . ." Canada trailed off as he looked downwards to see a smaller child that resembled America very much standing next to England. He asked, "Erm, who is this, England?"

England shifted uncomfortably, "Let's talk about this inside. Come on." He ushered America inside, much to Canada's confusion. However, he closed the door anyways and followed them. Once they were in the living room, Canada asked tentatively, "What is this about?" They were sitting down with the small child on England's lap.

England explained, "I know this seems improbable but this person is America."

Canada asked, startled, "Come again?"

England sighed, "It's a long story involving one of America's stupid machines and . . . erm, my clumsiness." He coughed. It was a bit embarrassing for him to admit the last part.

Canada blinked, "So an Alfred from the past came to the future?"

England waved his hand, "No, I don't think so. America's just lost his memory, but due to some weird malfunction with the time machine, he's also reverted back physically. He's going to recover eventually, but I don't know how long it might take."

Canada frowned, "That doesn't sound good." Even if America was a pain in the ass some times, Canada genuinely cared for his brother. He asked, "Are you asking me to take him under my care?"

England shook his head, "No, I already have that covered."

Canada asked, bemused, "Then why are you telling me this besides the fact that I'm his brother?"

England asked, "I would like to know if you would like to join a treaty along with Japan."

Canada asked, "What sort of treaty?"

England explained, "The USA is currently in a state of isolation in order to keep this secret. However, they still need to trade or else their economy will be in trouble. So far, they have been trading with my country. However, they need a variety of certain goods that can be found in certain countries. That is where you and Japan come in. Japan is already aware of Alfred's state and has agreed to do trade with the USA and not invade them under certain conditions. I would like to know if you would agree to the same thing."

America had remained silent during of all this, though he occasionally squirmed restlessly. All this talk of politics was boring to him. He just wanted to play and eat some pancakes that England told him Canada was famous for.

Canada said, "Most likely the answer will be yes, but I need to see the treaty first."

England replied, "Of course." Fishing out from his briefcase, he held out a document.

Canada scanned it quickly, "It seems to be good." He looked up, "I'll take a closer look at it and send you an answer at the end of the day."

England asked, "Why not now?"

Canada stood up, smiling, "I think Alfred is getting a bit restless, so let's not make him sit through this anymore. Let's go eat some pancakes, ok?"

England then noticed America was moving around a lot. He said, "O-oh, yes." He put America down and then got up himself.

America beamed at Canada, "Yay! How'd you know I wanted some pancakes?"

Canada smiled sheepishly, "A-ah well, you always wanted food, from when you were little to when you were a full grown country, so I just figured you might want some pancakes . . ."

America said, "Wow, you know me pretty well!" He grabbed onto Canada's sleeve and tugged, "Let's go eat some pancakes."

Canada chuckled as he was pulled along, "Okay." He really liked America better this way. He was so much nicer.

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America set his fork and knife down. What had been a mile-high stack of pancakes was now just an empty plate with maple syrup leftover in it. He said happily, "All done!"

England and Canada had been staring incredulously at America. They knew the little colony was a big eater but still . . . This went beyond logic. Canada asked, trying to distract himself from wondering how America managed this feat, "Did you enjoy the pancakes?"

America said, "Yes! Your maple syrup is super tasty!"

Canada smiled, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

England glanced at the clock and said, "Alfred, clean up. It's almost time for us to go."

America whined, "Ehhh? But I wanted to play with Matthew a little more!"

England said calmly but sternly, "We have a schedule to follow, Alfred."

America pouted, "Not fair!"

Canada said in an attempt to pacify America, "I promise we'll see each other soon."

America looked up, "Really?"

Canada smiled, "Really. I'll have more pancakes ready for you when you come to play again."

America cheered, "Yay! Can I have hamburger-flavored pancakes?"

Canada exclaimed, "E-eh? Hamburger-flavored?" He scratched his cheek, "That's a little . . ."

America begged, "Please?"

Canada caved under America's puppy eyes and said, "Of course, of course! Anything you want!"

America said happily, "Thank you! I'll bring over Ronald next time so he can get to know your bear!"

England interrupted, "I don't think you should expect to see Canada anytime soon. We both will be very busy so I can't—"

A soft hiccup interrupted England's chiding. America asked with teary, blue eyes, "Why not, Arthur? Matthew doesn't mind, right?"

Canada nodded, "I'll be able to make time for Alfred."

England sighed, "It's not just a matter of if Canada is free but if I have the time to take you."

America said, "All you have to do is set aside a day. It's not that hard."

England tried to explain; "Alfred, I can't simply set aside my duties for—" He paused. America was giving him the cutest look ever. England began to waver under the look. He looked away, 'No, I mustn't spoil him!' He glanced back, Alfred looking even more (as Japan would put it) moe. His will broke and he said in a resigned voice, "I'll try to set aside some time for next month, ok? I'm not making any promises."

America cheered, "Yay, thank you Arthur!" He tugged on England's shirt, "Kneel down please."

Confused, England obeyed. America then gave England a peck on the cheek. England's face turned bright red at the contact. America pulled back and giggled, "A reward for your troubles! Once we get married, I'll give you kisses on the lips instead!"

". . . Married?" Canada asked, stunned.

England was about to explain when America beat him to it, "I'm going to get married to Arthur when I recover all my memories! On our honeymoon, we're going to do the same things as in this novel I found in Japan's house." He fished out of his bag a book labeled "Wedding Night – M!KatsuyaxN!Katsuya." (2) He flipped open the pages, "In this book, two men get married and have a romantic night after the wedding! I'm not quite sure what they're doing, but I'll learn soon." He held up the pages for England and Canada to see. England looked as if he was about to have a heart attack and Canada was bright red and shocked.

America smiled, not sensing the atmosphere, "You'll teach me, right Arthur? Arthur? Arthur?! Matthew, he's not moving!!"

"Gaaah!!"

And so another day ended for America and England.

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1 – Just in case anyone's wondering, it's the fall right now.

2 – I am of course speaking of Kichiku Megane (a.k.a. Brutal Glasses), a not-so well known BL game where a shy uke gets glasses that can turn him into a super seme. In an extra in the sequel to the game, Kichiku Megane R, the uke (normal Katsuya) and the seme (megane Katsuya) get married (most likely a dream sequence). It brings a whole new meaning to screw yourself and is what I am referencing to. Those who get it, cool. Those who don't, oh well.

Aaaand now we've gotten all the political crap out of the way as well as wasted a chapter! Cheers!

Sigh, another sign that politics and history aren't my strong points. *waves self with a fan* It's hard to get any humor into this story. I can't wait till they start fighting over America, that's when the fun will begin.

Actually, it'll probably start when Russia shows up. Hahaha.