Yeah, trying to juggle four fics definitely isn't the easiest thing in the world, but oh well XP
I was just thinking that cuz of all the riots in England, poor Iggy would be even more messed up than usual D: Us Brits need to get it together! Anywho, time for legal stuff:
I do not own Hetalia or any countries or Historical events and so forth etcetera~
Shounen-ai, USxUK although you've probably got that by now XD


Chapter Two- And Then... That Happened

"Finally... America."

It was simply breath taking, even I had to take brief break from thinking about Empire expansion to just stop and look at this place. It was unlike anything I had ever seen: wide open spaces, nature everywhere, and wherever you looked there was just this natural beauty to the place. It was blatantly obvious that this was indeed a new country, for everything was just so pure and untainted.

I racked my brain, trying to recall if there was ever a time when my own country was like this. Sadly, all I can bring up are the bitter memories of my past, or the growing industry back at home. Don't get me wrong, I'm very proud of the fact that my country is the richest in terms of industry, but looking at this place... I'm jealous... just a little bit. But then again, there isn't really any need for such a stupid feeling such as jealousy, this place is mine after all... well, it will be when I leave this place.

"England, what's the first course of action?" It was Sir. Jeffry, a high ranking man in the fine British Navy.

"We survey the area, find a place that looks suitable for a base and then leave the rest to the builders we brought along. We shall set up small colonies over here, which will cement our intentions of claiming this place. With a base set up, we will set about finding the new nation and take control of him. I shall inform the other countries to back off America when we return home."

Sir. Jeffry nodded, before going to relay my orders to the rest of the crew.

In the few minutes I have alone then, I can't help but gaze up at the clear blue sky and the sun. You certainly wouldn't get a perfect day like this back at home, well you could but it's highly improbable. This place really is perfect, I can't wait until it's all mine!

"Ohonhonhon~ Why it is little Britain!"

You have got to be kidding me! Reluctantly looking up and praying that the person I was imagining wasn't stood there, I'm not surprised when disappointment washes over me.

"What the hell are you doing here, Frog?"

"Aw, why so cold Angleterre~? You should be 'appy to see someone as gorgeous as me, non?" The annoying Frenchman swished his stupid girly hair back and forth in a way that really annoyed me.

"No." I said coldly. "Answer my question: what the hell are you doing here?"

"Why, isn't it obvious? I am claiming America!" I am not even exaggerating when I say that there were sparkles floating around the blonde. I soon slapped them away and left a rather nice red mark on his cheek in the process. "What was that for?" he complained, clutching his cheek and being over dramatic as usual.

"Why do you think I bothered traveling all this way you wanker? America belongs to me!"

"Ohonhonhon~ You make me laugh Angleterre! I was 'ere first, so America is mine, non?"

"Heh, fine. I'll fight you for it, in a war. The winner gets America." I keep my eyes on the frog in front of me, and laugh as I see him pale at the thought of a war against me. It was blatantly obvious that I would win hands down; my navy is simply unbeatable.

In what I can only presume was a last, frenzied attempt by France to convince me to give him America, he said, "But I 'ave already claimed America's brother! It only makes sense for me to 'ave America too, oui?"

I really couldn't be arsed dealing with this idiot right now, besides what on earth is he going on about? America is a new country, so how could he have a brother?

As if on cue to my thought questions, the infuriating blonde gestured to some of his men that were standing a few feet away. When they came closer, France knelt down and cooed, "Now come on Canada~ It is alright, I 'ave someone I want you to meet."

A little boy emerged from behind France's lackeys, and stood looking at me. He was obviously very shy, burying his face in the white dress thing I can only presume France had clothed him in.

"So you're branching out from rape and experimenting with paedophilia now. I guess I'm not surprised," I smirk at the frog who proceeds to hop up and down angrily which just reinforced his nickname.

"'ow dare you say that Angleterre? This is my new little brother, Canada! Isn't that right?" France looked down at the little kid, who blushed and nodded before moving even closer to the blonde. France picked him up with a smile that was saying 'I-told-you-so' to me.

"How the hell does someone like you get a little brother? Surely child protection agencies have some laws against it," I say sarcastically.

France pouted as he said, "'e became attached to me, I am an excellent big brother! And so it only makes sense for me to 'ave America as well, no one would want a bitter guy like you as a brother."

This threw me for a few seconds, hadn't Spain said something remarkably similar to me not so long ago?
"I never planned on making him my little brother!" I bite out. "I am merely here to control him! I want rule over America, I'm not here to play happy families! So go ahead and keep that kid you bastard, but stay the hell away from America!" I stormed off then, not entirely sure where I was going as this was a foreign place but I was past caring.

I don't want to spend another second in that guy's company! Screw him; what makes him so special? Why would that kid want him as a brother anyway? He clearly has no taste! If I wanted, then I could be a great big brother! I really could! I'd teach him everything, treat him like he was the most important thing in the world and make sure to keep the true nature of this cruel world away from him! I'd... I'd...

I slowed down a bit before coming to a complete halt in the middle of some meadow. "What the hell am I thinking? I don't want anything to do with this brother bullshit! I really don't! I couldn't care less if that rapist got a little brother; it has nothing to do with me! I honestly don't... want a brother..."

It suddenly felt like all my strength was drained from me then, and my knees gave way. I just knelt there for a while, in the meadow, trying to proceed in a logical order. But no matter how hard I tried, there was that stupid image of France with that kid, Canada. France seemed proud to be a big brother, and that child looked happy... why the hell is this getting to me so much? I like being on my own, I've always been on my own, it's better for me on my own...

But... what would it be like to have a brother?

"Who one earth would want a heartless bastard like you to be their brother?"

"No one would want a bitter guy like you as a brother."

I know. I know that someone like me getting a brother is impossible. But to have someone as precious as a brother... what would it be like?

Suddenly, it felt like I was being watched. I spun around quickly; sure it was France spying on me. However it wasn't that idiot, but a little kid. He looked rather similar to Canada from what I could tell, he was quite a distance away from me. He was just looking at me from a safe distance, before swiftly turning and running away. I don't know what it was about that kid, but there was something that... I don't know how best to say it. But part of me was curious about him, and part of me was wondering what it would feel like to be needed and loved, not constantly hated. After a few more minutes of these trivial thoughts I finally pulled myself together. I am here on business; I want control of America. I do not have time to waste with these pointless thoughts.

And yet... what would it be like to be a brother?


"-so I think that would be best. What is your opinion on the matter, England?"

"Hm? Oh, yes very good."

"...And then I also think that we should form an alliance with France and you two can be the best of friends."

"Sounds good."

"I knew it! You've not been listening to a single thing I've been saying! Please snap out of it England!"

"Wait, what? Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Honestly, this is most unlike you... did something happen?"

I bit my lip. Damn, this isn't good. I've been acting so aloof ever since I got back from that meadow yesterday, and what's worse is that I can't concentrate on anything. I look at the captain stood in front of me apologetically. "Sorry, I was just... thinking about something. It's nothing though."

He doesn't look convinced at my words, and to be honest I don't think I'd have fooled a simpleton; there was obviously something wrong with me. But why did I have to get distracted now, at a crucial time like this? Could I not have a break down when I can actually afford to have one?

"Should I even bother repeating what I just said?"

"Oh, no tea for me at the moment thank you."

"Right, I'll take that as a no. Please England, get it together by tomorrow." I was vaguely aware that the captain walked off then, but I couldn't be sure. I wasn't listening to him anyway; my mind was just filled with nonsense.

I barely got any sleep last night, no matter how hard I tried I just could not shake the image of France and Canada, or of that child I saw in the meadow, and I couldn't stop stupid thoughts from plaguing my mind.

Love is stupid, that's what I believe. So then why am I being burdened by thoughts along the lines of: Why can't I have a brother as well?

This is the worst, the absolute worst. I can't afford to fall at a time like this, when my Empire is on top form and I'm about to become the world's strongest superpower.

At some point in my dazed thoughts I must have concluded that I needed a walk, because when I start to come back to reality I see that I am no longer at the docks conversing with the captain, but heading back towards that meadow.

It was just as beautiful as I remember, flowers growing all around, the scent they were giving off combined with that of the grass was heavenly. I don't know why I was so drawn to this place, but one thing I did know was that this place was simply-

"Ah~ It is Angleterre!"

-Hell on earth with that bastard ruining it.

"Why do you have to ruin everything France? Get out of this place!"

"What? Why would I do that? I was 'ere first."

"I couldn't care less whether or not you were bloody here first! Why don't you just go back to your stupid food, raping duties and that new brother of yours?"

"Aw, so cold as always. It looks as though your tasteless food 'as caused you to 'ave a tasteless personality as well."

"Say that again you wanker!"

"Your food is crap."

"That's it!" I launched myself at the blonde, intent on striking that stupid froggy face of his. I was all too used to this now, France and I never got on. I don't understand how anyone could want to spend time with someone as aggravating as him, and so we usually ended up brawling like this. It was when that idiot had me in a body lock of some kind as I was pulling hard on those feminine locks that I saw him again: the little kid from yesterday. He was looking at both of us curiously.

France noticed my sudden inanimate state and followed my gaze, spotting the child as well. Before I knew what was happening, I was released from the crushing hold. France rushed over the boy who looked like he was contemplating running away, but the Frenchman just said, "It is okay, I am your friend. My name is France... I presume that you are America?"

What? That child is... America? That can't be right! I can't just stand here while France tries to win him over, I came here to take over America! Now is my chance!

The small boy nodded in response the blonde, indicating that he was, in fact, America.

France smiled, "It's great to finally meet you. You may not know this, but I am your big broth-AHH!" I whacked the frog on the back of the head and he fell to the ground.

"So you're America?" I questioned, not bothering to use that stupid patronising voice France had been using. That was something I never understood, why do you speak to children like they are idiots? If they are old enough to speak the language, then they are old enough to be spoken to properly. "I am England. Now I would appreciate it if you would come with me- WAH!"

I wasn't allowed to finish my sentence as the stupid bastard had picked himself up off the floor and tripped me up.

"Don't listen to the bushy eye-browed fool America, I am the one that- GAH!"

"You bastard, you didn't allow me to finish my sentence! How rude! Typical Frenchy!"

"I don't want to 'ear that from you, you English swine! Plus, your cooking sucks."

"What does my cooking have to do with anything? Screw you!"

Completely forgetting about the child who turned out to be America, we returned into our previous fighting status. Eventually I realised that this was getting ridiculous, and it appeared that France had come to the same conclusion.

"Well then, Eyebrows..."
"Well then, Frog Face..."
"We should just let America decide for himself who he wants as a brother!" we shouted together.

That... was very stupid of me. It struck me that I couldn't possibly win this one. If it was a war then there was no question of my victory, but... although I hated to admit it, the stupid French bastard did get along with people much better than I did. If America had a choice, then obviously he would pick France...

"America, follow me. Now." That's it. That's all I could think of, and when I heard my tone of voice while I said it... well it's no surprise that the child started to back away.

"Come now America, wouldn't you like to come with big brother France? You still 'ave to meet Canada right? I'm sure you two would get along superbly~! If you come with me you'll live in luxury and 'ave the best food in all the world!"

Damn. That was a good sales pitch. How could I beat that? I saw America's eyes light up, he wanted to go with France. I fell to the ground.

God dammit! This isn't fair! If I wanted, I really could be a good big brother! Even though I don't want a brother... do I? But then...

Spain and France's words echoed in my head once again.

Yeah, who would want me as a brother?

Something warm slid down my cheek then. My eyes widened. No way... am I... crying? I can't even recall when the last time I cried was. This is pathetic; I am England! Ruler of the seas and head of a vast Empire! And yet here I am, in some foreign land I initially set out to conquer, being plagued by useless emotions and now crying of all things. All the while France is busy gaining America...

Without warning, there's a tug on my sleeve. Quickly doing my best to wipe away my tears, I look up with a guarded expression. It was America...

"Are you okay?" he asked in a small voice, I could see tears forming in his eyes. I looked at him in disbelief, surely... surely he wasn't crying for me was he?

I nod slowly; still dubious as to what was going on. I glanced over at France who seemed to have passed out, mumbling something along the lines of, "No way... I got rejected?"

Impossible, this can't be happening right? I thought France just... but now America is... what on earth is going on?

The small boy stopped tugging on my sleeve, opting to cling to my arm instead. "Please don't cry, big brother."

Big... brother...?

America just called me... big brother... So then does that mean that... America wants me to be his brother?

Big brother...

I have a brother...

America is my... brother...


Aw~ Iggy got a bro :D But this is only the beginning, a lot of stuff happens between these two! Through the good times and the bad times... I shall reveal all! Pwetty pwease review? :3 They make me very happy~ ^_^
Thank you so much for reading my fic~