Learning English again was a lot harder then he remember. Maybe because he only had to learn England's and now he had to remember both English and American. Still he managed to learn it enough to talk. He had an accent but for the passed three months he'd say he did an amazing job, considering it took a long time to speak English without one.

Sighing Francis closed the writing book and slumped back and let out a huff of air. Writing was extremely hard but he had to find away to talk to Alfred and Matthew. It was made worst by the two enrolling him into a day camp.

It wasn't too bad and he did wonder if this is what children often did. Arthur was deemed to young and had to be put back into daycare since the two brothers had to work still. Looking up at the wall clock Francis pushed his chair out, and got off. Pushing it in he wondered just how much long they would have to wait for the spell to ware off.

Opening the door to the library he closed it behind him and hurried to the starts and looked down. No one around. Hurrying down the stairs he rushed to the front window and looked out. A black car was there with a sticker of the Canadian flag. That meant Matthew was here. Francis had first thought he would tell the brothers he remembered everything but then decided to fake it considering he held onto Alfred hand and wept like a girl and then wet the bed three times so in the end he pretended he had no clue who they were but nations he had met and they had help.

"Iz there anyone 'ere?" Francis called out."

"I'm in the kitchen, Francis. Come in here for a snack."

"I was wonderin' if you hav' seen Arthur?" Francis tried his best to hid his light accent but to no avail.

"He fell a sleepy watching My little ponies."

'That idiot.' Francis sighed. "Where iz Al'ed?"

"Outside working on a tree house. Okay I got you some milk and apple slices. Sit down and we can practice your English."

"Zank you."

The day camp was like always filled with kids and Francis, being a social person he was, easily became popular and attracted all the kids to him. Though it wasn't hard since he was a nation he could easily attract anyone he wanted.

As he talked with a group of boys who had started talking about a game and then it turned into recent times that he didn't under stand and so ended up just listening to them and smiling. As the time went on he was so glad that it was almost overt and he would go home.

Just as he thought it was over the teachers announced a new faculty would be joining their happy family and would be teaching them how to paint. Wondering who this new teacher was Francis walked with the group to the front where he froze.

The coach was similar to one of his Kings. One of whom he hated. Holding his stomach he quiver a little trying to keep his lunch down. Turning he hurried away to the bathroom and when he got to the stall he threw up.

When he was done he flushed it away. "Damn zis child… body."

Standing up Francis went to the sink to wash his mouth out. This smaller younger body wouldn't allow just to deal with it. Leaving the bathroom he went to the nurse. Once there he laid down on the bed. The nurse asked him what was wrong.

"I'm just feeling zick."

"I'll call your guardians."

'Arthur was right… this is embarrassing…' Francis thought.

Closing his eyes Francis let Alfred carrying him out from the nurses office. Using the other as a pillow Francis held on. It was strange being carried like this and the other hand patted his back brought some comfort.

As they started to leave out the door the nurse came out. "Wait! Mr. Jones I want to ask you a few thing."

"Sure." Alfred said and turned around. "What is it?"

"Francis has been improving well and I thought you would want to see his grades. Here is the sheet. I hope he gets better soon."

"Grades in day camp?"

"Yes, it's just to keep track. Have a good day."

Raising an eyebrow Alfred took out his phone and text an agent to look at everyone's background in the building. Putting his phone away he easily carried the child nation to the car. Laying him down in the back and got into the front seat.

Closing his eyes Francis started to drift off to sleep when a flash of the King flashed in front of his eyes. Gasping he sat up.

"You okay, Francis?"

"I just… I do't feel good."

"Lay down, we'll be home soon. I'll get you something for your stomach and then you can rest. Okay?"

"Oui, merci."

The ride home was comfortable. When they got there Francis walked himself to the door and headed straight up to the room he shared with Arthur and laid down on his bed. Groaning a little he looked over at the crib and smiled a little bit.

"Mon ami, do you like that crib so much you play in it?"

"I'm in a bloody time out for biting that damn teacher again! … and Matthew spanked me again! Alfred was without when they called that bloody twit!"

"Mon cher you do know that spanking is illegal IN America… meaning that Alfred won't spank you, but in Canada there is no such law."

"I hate you, frog! Get me out of this crib!"

"And have Matthew spank me? Unlike you I don't get into trouble. Now please be quite so I can rest."

Frowning Arthur stood up and rested his chin on the crib rail. "Your sick again?"

"Oui… just a little. Now be quite."

"Francis?"

"Qui?" Francis frowned his eyes closed wanting to sleep.

"Can… can I nap with you?"

The voice was whispered but Francis sighed and got up and walked over to the crib and pulled the side up and pushed the little bar down so it dropped and little hands touched his shoulders as he picked up the smaller nation.

Getting back on the bed he pulled down the covers and they got in cuddling and soon falling a sleep.

"Stop it!"

Francis whimpered in his sleep and rolled over and held his stomach. The nightmare continued the same way it always did. Soon he winced as he felt a hand rubbed his back. It was big since he was only about the human age of eight.

"Leave me alone!"

Holding his stomach and curling into a ball. As he shook. The sweat started to form on his forehead and the pain in his dreams continued to plague him.

(Dream)

"Stop it!" Francis screamed.

The dark room always made it worse then it was. The hands pinning his above his head. A scratchy beard and rough lips moved on his neck causing strange feeling and adding to feeling of fear. The wet tongue ran over his shoulder bone. Teeth nibbled it and Francis tried to fight him off.

"Please leave me alone!"

"Your so beautiful."

"Please stop!"

Crying more the young nation tried kicking him but screamed when a hand slide under his sleeping shirt and started to touch his nipples causing him to feel strange. A pinch made Francis struggle more as an unfamiliar feeling ran through his body.

"Look at you… so cute." The King said. "So soft and you taste wonderful."

The man pulled back. He wasn't drunk this time. This time he was here fully aware on what he was doing and he enjoyed having his nation under him. The feeling of having the other under him, the power over the embodiment of the a nation embodiment.

"Please, my King let me go… please? Please…"

"No." The King growled. "My lovely rose."

"Stop it!"

The king moved back grabbing the child's leg and pushing it up. The other leg kicked at him feebly. The King laughed and forced the child to spread his legs. And settled between them and started to rub his hard cock on the Francis lower half.

"No!"

The purred and kissed the trembling lips. Holding the wrists with on hand he gripped the others chin and forced his tongue into his the small mouth tasting the sweet honey taste. It was hot and delicious. The heat of the small body always made the King harder then when he was every with his queen.

Rubbing harder against the smaller body he groaned as the small child tried to force his tongue out. The nation's jaw started to hurt so bad that Francis whimpered and gasped for air when the King pulled back and licked his lips.

"Wonderful." He growled.

"Please… please, just let me go… please…"

The King yanked the shirt open violently making Francis cry out. "No!"

The young nation cried out as the mouth licked the sensitive small skin on his chest. Crying more as his body arched more and was only slightly relaxed when the body moved form his until something started to rip him apart.

"Aaaarrrhhhh!" Francis screamed. "Uhhh… whhhhhhaaaa…!"

"Ah, so tight, my dear… Mmm, so good."

"I-it… hurts… hhhaaa…"

"Mmm, so lovely."

"AAARRHHH! STOP! AAAHHHHH!"

(End Dream)

"Okay, I got this ready for tomorrow's presentation and I have the pie chart and the states…. Where' the before pie chart?"

"Right here, Al. And here I marked out all the things we need to go over and… Ah ha! Here it is! The new plan for the water source and the wind solar power plants and… ah, the new proposal plan and the contracts we need to look over."

Alfred nodded. "And I have some other plans too that we came up with but I wanna run them over by you since this is for both our countries. I got some of the states from our new sun solar-"

Sudden crying, sobbing and a wail made them jump and look up. Arthur was slowly down the stairs looked completely scared out of his wits and shaking. Mathew and Alfred jumped up. Alfred grabbed Arthur and looked at him for a second before as Arthur continued to scream and then noticed just how Arthur was pointing up the stairs.

"Matthew here, hold him!"

To meka18: I hope so… it's kind of dark. O.o

To Chocopipe: Francis snapped for good reasons but now the plot thickens with more to come! *Gasp!*

To Blackrain707: ^^ Arthur wets the bed so Matthew put on a dipper on him ;D

To Gargelli: I hope you don't hate me fore cutting out some cute and getting to the darker pasts :D

To Yukkeni: I love chibi!Fruk ;D not in a bad way

To Britannia Cheshire Cat: Now there is a next! Yay! Thank yours o much!

To ruth: Canada si full of surprises, yes? :D

To Chibi Tanny:aw~! I'm loved!