With a shaky voice the Brit said, “You’ll be coming home with… me,” “Mon Dieu! The poor thing’s going to starve to death!” France exclaimed. “Shut up you bloody frog eater!” England snapped back. The two began strangling each other. (Name) blinked in surprise and pressed closer to China. “Hey! You dudes wanna knock it off!” America yelled, “Your scaring the kid,” “Wow,” England let go of France, “America’s actually making a rational point,” “I’m not done with you. You black sheep of Europe,” France growled, only to be back handed by England.
 
    After their little episode. England walked over to China, and scooped (Name) up in his arms. Her body tensed up, in fear of England and France fighting again. “Don’t worry love. I won’t let that bloody frog hurt you,” England shot daggers at France. She winced as another bruise appeared on her cheek. With a deep frown England gently cradled (Name) close to his chest. “I do believe this meeting has ended,” England glared around at the other nations staring at him. Several other countries congratulated England about being a father.
 
    “Dude congratz Iggy!” America cried happily, half tackling England. “You bloody git!” England hissed, “Don’t do that ever again. You could have hurt (Name),” America was taken aback by the Englishman’s sudden protectiveness. “Dude calm down,” America said. With a frustrated sigh, England nodded. “Uh… Thanks lad,” England finally said. “Dude you gotta let me help raise her,” America chirped. “No you git. I don’t want my daughter to grow up being a fat, hamburger stuffer,” he growled.
 
    Again, America was taken aback. England squeezed eyes closed. His emerald green eyes snapped open, at the sound of (Name)’s coughing. “Come on (Name). I should get you to your new home love,” England said, looking at her with loving forest green eyes. An emotion she wasn’t really use to.
 
    “I’ll speak with you later America. I have more important things to attend to,” America blinked his baby blue eyes a few times then said, “Cool dude. See ya late- YO! Denmark!” America turned to the spiky haired Dane. England grimaced, and walked off.
 
    (Name) looked up and saw light green bunny with wings flying around England’s head. It was speaking to him. He seemed to be acknowledging its’ presence. “England? Who’s that?” (Name) pointed at the rabbit. “Wha-? You can see her too?” he looked down at her in shock. “A green bunny with wings,” (Name) nodded, “Yes, I see her,” a smile graced his lips. “Her name’s Flying Mint Bunny,” England said, “Do… Do you see other things too? Like fairies?” “At times I-.” (Name) stopped, only to cough. Soothingly England gently stroked her hair.
***
            England lifted (Name) from the car. “So can you do magic love?” he asked. “I… I don’t know. S-sometimes my hands glow (f/c), but it’s not often,” she said. He had a rather wide smile on his face. “Why are you so happy about my hands glowing?” (Name) asked. “Oh love. I’d always wanted to be able to teach someone magic. All my colonies have never been able to harness the ability to use magic,” he grinned down at (Name). She nuzzled her head into his chest.
           
    Inside England’s home (Name) felt warm air hit her shivering body. His house smelled like tea. And something that was slightly burnt. (Name) s eyes felt heavy. She sighed through her nose, happily. England was defiantly a fatherly nation. “You’ll be sleeping in my room poppet. If that’s alright,” he said quietly. “Mhm, that’s fine,” (Name) mumbled. She was still in chibi form, making her tired state even more adorable.
 
    England bit the inside of his cheek. Trying to hide his smile, and force away a squeal. (Name) yawned tiredly, starting to fall asleep. England carried her into his room, and laid her down. While England was covering (Name), she heard him murmur, “I’ve missed this,” she began to question but you stopped. Remembering all the other colonies he’s cared for in the past. America, Australia, Hong Kong, Canada, Seychelles and many, many, many others. He covered (Name) with the warm blankets and then he slipped out of the room. Leaving her to fall into a blissful sleep.
***
 
    England walked down the hall to his office. He sighed. Could he really do this again? When (Name) wanted to be free again, would it play out like when America wanted his freedom? When Canada or Australia received their freedoms because their colonies where no longer useable? The thoughts pounded around in his skull. “Stop thinking like that. You bloody fool. She’s still young,” England scolded himself out loud. He paced around his office for a few more minutes before finally settling down, to finish his paper work.
           
            Half way through his paperwork another thought came to England. What would (Name) think of his cooking? He couldn’t cook for shit. Everything he cooked was burnt, but he’d parented some many and they all lived. Once again England found himself pacing the room. “Arthur,” England used his human name to scold himself, “Just calm down. (Name) will be fine. You just have to make sure she stays well,” With a deep frustrated sigh, England put his paperwork in a neat orderly stack next to his computer.
***          
            England went into his bedroom, incredibly tired. Seeing (Name) s sleeping form, he couldn’t help but smile at all the cuteness. Until he heard her whimpering. Instinctively England slid into his bed and wrapped his arms around (Name) s tiny figure.
 
    Her soft (h/c) locks tickled his chin. Soon after she stopped whimpering, she buried her face into England’s chest. A small smile on her face. England kissed (Name) s temple, before falling asleep himself.
***
           When (Name) woke again she heard a loud sound. It was only too familiar. It was a siren sound signaling fire. “Bloody Hell! Not again!!” she heard her father yell. With a sigh (Name) got out of bed. She walked down stairs and walked into the kitchen.
 
    “Good Morning poppet. Did you sleep well?” England asked. (Name) nodded. “I’m sorry if the fire alarm woke you,” he apologized. “No. I’m...I’m used to it,” she shook her head. England frowned. “What ever could you mean by that love?” he asked. “Where I’m from its not very safe, and you can hear fire alarms, and other sirens going off a lot,” (Name) explained, sadness in her voice.
 
    England pulled her into a hug. Weary of her bruises. “I promise you that I’ll put an end to that as soon as I can,” (Name) nodded to him, and looked up to see a blue dusted fairy was tugging at his hair. “Oh, Faylinn will you stop that,” England shooed the fairy away. She flew off giggling to herself, leaving a fading trail of a blue pixy dust behind.
 
    “I’m sure you’re hungry love,” he said, “So here. Try a scone,” (Name) picked up the fork next to the plate. “Thank you Papa,” she said. England smiled softly, yet nervous. He’d never been called ‘Papa’, before only ‘big brother’. He liked that.
 
            (Name) noticed it was burnt but she was too hungry to care much. She finished the plate of scones. Half tempted to lick the plate, but she figured that’d be something America would do.
 
    “(Name) would you like me to show you some magic?” England asked. (Name) nodded eagerly. His smile widened as he lifted her from her chair. “It’s a little dark down there so brace yourself,” he warned (Name). “Alright,” she said.
 
    England grabbed a thick black book from his bookshelf. The bookshelf began to rumble, and a clicking noise started. The bookshelf moved back, then to the side into the wall. Quickly, England began to descend down the stairs. The room was dark and some un-lit candles littered the room. England put (Name) down on the ground.
 
    The room smelled of herbs and a musty smell of something else (Name) wasn’t sure of. With a snap of his fingers England lit the room. “Whoa,” she murmured, and tried snapping her fingers. England chuckled and ruffled (Name) (h/c) hair. “You’re a little young to know how to do that one yet, love,” he said with a smile. England pulled a black cloak over his shoulders. “I’ll have to get you a cloak of your own,” he said, not really talking to (Name). More to himself.
 
    She watched as her father flipped open his book of spells. “Ha! This one’s perfect. And maybe I’ll get it right this time,” he exclaimed happily. England drew his wand. “Are you ready love?” England asked, cocking his head to the side slightly. (Name) nodded readily. “Santo Rita, Meata Mater, Ringo Jonah, Tito, Marlon, Jack La Toya, Janet Michael, Dumbledora the Explorer,” he chanted. With big green flash of light, Russia appeared in the middle of the star. “You Kol’d?” Russia looked up expectantly. “Bloody he-!” he stopped remembering that his daughter was in the room. “Not exactly. If you don’t mind beating Frog Face in the head with your pipe that’d be nice,” England sighed. Russia’s innocent child like smile grew slightly and with that he disappeared.
 
    A few moments after that, you took a tiny step forward. “C-can I try?” you asked timidly. “Of course love. The cloak, of course, will be much too big. But you can try anyways,”
           
    (Name) walked over England as he removed the cloak. He put it on her. Like he said, it was way too big. It didn’t matter though, (Name) looked adorable. “Awe!” England scooped her up, “You look so cute. I wish Japan was here with his camera,” (Name) giggled at his cooing, blushing lightly.
 
    “Okay love,” he set you back down, “Do you remember the words?” “Uh-huh,” you nodded. Closing your (e/c) eyes tight, you stood in front of the star. “Santo Rita, Meata Mater, Ringo Jonah, Tito, Marlon, Jack La Toya, Janet Michael, Dumbledora the Explorer,” she chanted.
 
    For a moment nothing happened. (Name) frowned. Then a tingling sensation began in her hands. (Name)’s palms began to glow (f/c). Then with a (f/c) color flash, Russia reappeared. “You Ko-. Oh Arro, (Name). What’s a little sunflower doing with England’s magic?” Russia smiled. “Sorry to bother you Russia,” England replied kneeling next to (Name), “Little (Name) wanted to try some magic,”

“It worked da?” Russia asked. “I summoned you didn’t I?” (Name) countered. Russia laughed, as England shoved him back through the portal. “I think that’s enough magic for one day,” England said picking you up. “Okay Papa,” you nodded and clung to his shirt. You watched as Russia vanished from sight. From this moment on you knew you would be saved.