Tale of the Magical Son (Unknown Updates)

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Hey darlings

Another chapter in the day of this life.  Isn't it bloody wonderful how I made all you wait. (No it isn't)  I definitely spent my time working on this instead of being a twat and biting off more than I can chew durning my studies.  Ahh yes, I try way too hard. 

Anywho enjoy,
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"Argh!", France said collapsing their body unto UK's bed. It was always so much comfortable than the one they got at their castle but all well it was comfortable, and they needed comfort alright. UK was ignoring them, and all because their were fully honest with him. Who does not like honestly? France continued to sink into the bed. The world was definitely ending.

"Pies Ready!", England said bursting into the room with an apron on.

France jumped from the bed and ran out the door. Pie was the world saver. They knew nothing better. (Wait until Ice Cream is invented) Pie was life.

"Are you not going to eat pie?", England asked his youngest son who was still at the coloring table.

UK didn't move anything other than his hands and arms which were coloring.

"Are you going Deaf too?" England asked with a tad but more volume.

UK nodded and gave the drawing to England. He was hoping England knew the name of the figure even if he didn't believe him about the phantom visiting him and his friend.

England slowly unrolled the newest painting that his youngest son gave him. This would around the tenth or twenth time UK drew or painted him something. Netherless England was excitedly unraveling the painting daring not to take a peak for he knew what he was to see would be a pleasant surprise. UK was a Hella of an artist. England finally took a look after forcing himself to wait.

His face scrunched up in a painful remberance. "I see you been studying Roman mythology ", England said forcing himself into a fake smile.

UK just nodded hoping for England to give him more information.

"I guess it cannot be helped especially since countries who are in everyone's history is so so memorable " , England said rolling up the painting talking more to himself than anything.

UK just stared at his Father who obviously didnt expect the question. That was all he could do afterall with his vocal cords not working at their full peak.

"Well, you probably already know that America is here for dinner", England said changing the subject and walking towards the dinning hall with full excitement. It was almost if he was more excited to see America than UK was.

UK just nodded following his Dad.

Suddenly England stopped. "You know America, Uncle Scotty , and I , all love you so much and nothing that happens between us will stop that love. You know that right?", England said turning his head toward UK on the last sentence.

UK waites and thought before nodding over and over again. Of course he was loved why would he think otherwise? Was something going to happen? Was he going to meet another Empire? Father always got worried when that happened.

"Good. Please always remember that", England said looking forward again and walking towards the dinning with a big smile. There was a feeling in his old bones that something was going to happen. Then it would somehow would affect everything. He didn't like it. Perhaps it was just his anxiety or perhaps it was something more.

"Hey pops", America yelled out as soon England entered the room waving his hand warmly.

"Hello America ", England said taking his seat watching UK do the same. It was the first time in awhile they were all sitting at the table and sharing a meal.

"Nice apron ", America commented to lift the mood.

England simply shook his head and stood up from his seat. "Sorry please excuse me", England said before leaving to the kitchen.

America looked at UK ,who was staring at him. "So how are you?", America said to his younger brother across the table.

UK gave him a thumbs up.

"You do know if you are going to be king you need someone to talk for you", America started to create a conversation.

UK nodded looking off somewhere.

"Do you know who you have in mind?", America said helping himself to te wine.

UK continued to look ahead at something with a thinking face.

"I guess not...How is your buddy France?", America continued the conversation.

UK's face scrunched up after he hid it in his arm.

"Did you guys have a fight or sometin?", America said helping himself to more wine.

UK didn't respond.

America thought for a moment before gesturing the drink in his hand. "Don't worry I won't tell", He said passing the cup over.

UK looked up at the cup curiosity. It was the mystery drink. The one he saw his father drink at parties, but never let him drink. He looked at America and and back at the drink to make sure this wasn't some stupid prank.

*grab*

UK quickly grabbed the vessel. What did it even taste like? UK took one zip and imediently gave it back to America. How would-no-can anyone possibly like a taste like that?

"You don't like it?", America said with a playful smirk on his face.

UK shook his head in response. The taste still stuck in his mouth.

"Alright, does Dad let you drink anything at all or does he just hope the water is clean?", America said standing up and pushing his chair in.

UK didn't respond.

"He is behind me isn't he?", America said with an 'I am fucked face'.

"I see you have been a good example ", England said with evident sacaractism.

" Sorry is there a problem?", America said sitting back down.  He reached out for the cup on the table only to have it smacked out of his hand and it shattering all over the table.

"Yes there is young man", England said in a stern tone.  He wore an angry expression with a smile.

"And what's that?", America said looking his Father in the eyes.  He was not scared of England. 

"Hey Mister England, I finished with the pie", France said walking out from the corner to which she was totally not earsdropping.

"Good! Now would you like another one or are we full?", England said putting a fake smile and looking at France's direction.

"I am full Mister", France said taking a seat.

"Alrighty", England said in his fatherly voice.

"Excuse me", America said leaving the table rather quickly. He didn't even give his father a chance to respond. How incredibly rude of him?

England took a long sigh. "I so dreadfully sorry.  How about you and France go ahead and play in the courtyard while I go and talk to your brother", England said with a smile.

UK simply nodded as he got up and dragged France into the courtyard which was out in the backyard. 

England got up and headed to UK's room once he heard the back door open and close.  Scotland was right it was a terrible idea to send America out into his own lands because whatever happened over there changed America. 

America was not the same little boy England raised and fathered.  America was not longer his sweet ,adventurous, and naive son.  America was not here anymore. America was no longer England's son. He changed.

Or was it England who changed?

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Be honest do you guys even like this book anymore and if not is there someway to fix it?.

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