Hey! I'm back! Here is the next chapter. Everyone in Russia's house can speak and each others languages as well as there own. So some Russian and some are Latvian. Ukraine and Belarus each speak their own language. Then the other language that is spoken at the end of the story is Latin. All of the languages are translated from Google Translate. So sorry if I got any wrong.

On the way to the small airport where the jet was, America got hungry.

"Hey, Scotland dude!" America suddenly asked.

"Whit?" Scotland asked, a little nicer than usual. (What?)

"I'm hungry now. Can you stop at a McDonalds or something?" America asked. Scotland nodded.

"Ye ur lucky we hae those haur, ye brat," Scotland said. (You are lucky we have those here, ya brat.) America only grinned.

After they got to the small airport, they got on the jet plane. England was a little nervous. America had to rub his head and tail for him to calm down. The flight took about 3 hours and they left London at 12:00 noon. France and Scotland fell asleep for the flight. America was absently petting England and looking out the window.

'Why did I agree to do anything? I could have said a favor instead. What the hell was I thinking?' America thought. He sighed and looked down at England. England

looked up at him.

"Mew!" he cried happily then he reached up and licked America's cheek. America smiled at nuzzled the top of England's head. England smiled and cuddled into America's chest. His tail loosely wrapped itself around America's waist. America wrapped his arms around England and they both fell asleep for the remainder of the trip.

"Oi! wake up! we're haur!" Scotland said loudly, waking America and England up by shaking them. (Oi! Wake up! We're here!) England cried softly and hopped down from America's lap to rub his face against his brother's pant leg. Scotland smirked and picked England up. Then he frowned.

"What's wrong, Scotty?" France asked with a tad bit of worry in his voice. Scotland glared at France.

"Ah tauld ye nae tae caa me 'at! an' englain is a lot mair lighter an' smaller than th' lest time Ah picked heem up..." Scotland said, trailing off. (I told you not to call me that! And England is a lot more lighter and smaller than the last time I picked him up...) America's head shot up as Scotland said that.

"We need to go to Russia's right now, then! Come on!" America jumped up and took England in his arms as he rushed past Scotland. Scotland was surprised, but followed him.

"Don't leave me here!" France cried as he ran after them. America didn't stop. He ran to Russia's house as fast as he could. Scotland and France were a little ways behind them.

"Mew! Mew!" England cried, as he was in America's arms. His bright green eyes were wide, his tail was curled underneath him, and his ears were flat against his head. America noticed it from the corner of his eye.

"Don't worry England. I'm gonna help you, but we have to move faster," America said without panting once. He didn't know where his energy came from. He made it Russia's house from the airport in thirty minutes. He rang Russia's door bell twice and listened to it echo throughout the large mansion. Russia opened the door and smiled softly at the sight of America holding England who did look like a kitten. He looked like a frightened kitten at that. Then he noticed France and a tall red head running after America and England. They were panting and looked like they would collapse.

"Привет, Америка. Заходите и приводите своих друзей с вами, тоже," Russia said sweetly with a real smile on his face. (Hello, America. Come in. And bring your friends with you too.) America was surprised and hesitated for a moment, but quickly smiled back.

"Спасибо, чувак. Можете ли вы помочь очень быстро?" America responded. (Thanks, dude. Can you help really quickly?) Scotland and France had already caught up.

"Oi! can ye spick in sassenach?" Scotland asked, irritated. (Oi! Can ya speak in English?) America sheepishly grinned.

"Sorry, Scotland," he replied. Russia smiled and stepped aside. America came in first, followed by Scotland. France hesitated for a second before walking in also.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Russia asked nicely. Scotland and France nodded immediately. Russia smiled and nodded his head, then looked to America.

"Coke, dude. If you have any," America said, still holding England. The kitten squirmed and America put him down. England looked up at Russia and walked forward slowly. Russia called to Latvia.

"Latvija, jūs lūdzam dzērieniem? Ūdens šiem diviem, bet Amerika grib savu koksu," Russia said to Lativia. (Latvia, will you please get the drinks? Water for these two, but America wants his coke.) Latvia's eyes lit up and he scampered off to do as he was told. Russia went to the table that was in the front room and picked up a bottle ment for kittens. "I thought this would be better to give it to him in."

"That's good," America said, smiling back slightly.

"Russia, sir. I brought the drinks," Latvia said, a little shakily. Russia smiled yet again.

"Good. Pass them out to them," Russia said. As Latvia did as he was told, Russia reached down to pet the nation/kitten behind the ears. England started to purr and he closed his eyes rubbing his head against Russia's head. He noticed that America downed his drink in a couple gulps. Quickly, Russia gave England the potion and England drank it all.

Russia mumbled under his breath, and England started to glow. As all eyes were on England, no one noticed that America glowed faintly as well. There was a flash of purple that blinded everyone. The kitten came out of England and went straight into America's mouth as he breathed in, the purple going with the air.

"Ego Northmanni iterum?" was the first thing that came out of England's mouth. (I am normal again?) Scotland's mouth dropped.

"Jobby!" Scotland shouted. (Shit!) England frowned. America was dazed and he couldn't focus on anything.

"Quid hoc est rei Scotiae?" England asked, really confused. (What is the matter Scotland?) France came out of his daze.

"Vous ne parlez pas anglais, la Grande-Bretagne. Vous parlez latin," France replied. (You are not speaking English, Britain. You are speaking Latin.) England's eyebrows shot up to hairline. Russia watched America staring into space. Then suddenly he passed out. Russia stepped forward and caught him. He frowned and walked to the couch with America in his arms. He laid America on the couch and covered him with a blanket.

"You should go back, да?" Russia said with a frown. "I'll take care of him."

Scotland sighed but nodded. France frowned and turned away. England looked confused.

"Alrecht, let's gang. but if ye hurt heem, Ah wulnae hesitate tae kill ye," Scotland said. (Alright, let's go. But if you hurt him, I will not hesitate to kill you.) To England he said in perfect Latin, "Nos relinquere, fratris. Ut postea dicemus Americae." (We have to leave, little brother. We will get America later.)

"Ego autem non derelinquet eum hic" England shouted. (I will not leave him here!) England felt a tear run down his face, but he didn't care. Scotland and France didn't say anything, but they grabbed England by the arms and dragged him out of the house.

They both shouted a quick 'Thank you' before they shut the door and headed off. Russia chuckled. Just as all got quiet, Russia heard a stirring in the living room. He turned and saw a pair of white kitten ears pop over the couch.

"Mew!"

Uh oh! What will happen? And will Britain ever speak English again? What will Russia do for the next meeting that's coming up? America has to go, but will Russia let him?

Find out in the chapter!