All the time in the world (UsUk)

Chapter 1 - Sibling Bonds

A/N: Hey guys, I don't own Hetalia (If I did all my ships would be married by now), or any art work which finds its way in here.

Warning this story includes: swearing (because Iggy and Roma), general crack, much chessiness and also France.

And no, I am not putting a warning up about this book being about BL (boys love), because A: if you didn't get that from the cover, blurb and title you're an eejit, and B: you should not have to warn people that there is a gay couple in your story, because no one puts up warnings about there being a straight couple in a story, so frankly I don't think it's necessary. (Although I basically did exactly what I said I wouldn't, ironic huh? *sighs*) Anyways enjoy!

POV England

I stare into the little boy's eyes, enchanted by the bright blue orbs. The same shade as the unpolluted sky of this new land. I haven't the faintest clue why he choose me over that bloody frog, but for the first time in a long time I feel wanted, needed. I'm going to be a great guardian to this boy, protect him from this cruel world and stop him making the mistakes I did I think as I smile at the little toddler.

"So whats your name?" I ask the little boy.

"I'm Amerwica!" his accent is undeniably cute, and even I have to admit the way he pronounces his name is adorable.

"Well hello America, I'm England, and I'll be looking after you from now on," I say crouching down to the little boy's height.

"En-Eng-Enw," he struggled, I thought of what Japan calls me, that sounds like it would be easier to pronounce.

"In Japan they call me Igirisu why don't you try that?"

"Iggy!" the boy exclaims with a laugh. Normally I would have attacked someone who came up with a nickname as ridiculous as that. But the little guy was just so innocent and cute that I don't think I could ever be angry at him.

While giggling and repeating the word Iggy over and over he ran towards a bull that just appeared in the field. Fear engulfed me as I saw the child running towards the creature; I screamed his name. I was about to sprint towards the creature, and stab it with my sword before it could harm America, when he picked it up, and spun it around, like it weighed no more than a jacket. I just stood there completely and utterly dumbstruck, while he happily spun round the bull.

Just how powerful is this nation. Even Russia couldn't do anything like this as a kid. Hell, I don't think he can as grown man. I certainly couldn't; my strength is only slightly more powerful than that of a fit man, same as France and Spain. And Italy's strength is below that of an average human his age! I mean, I know he's just a kid, but for pete's sake, I once saw him struggle to pick up a bucket before he had filled it with water!

My mind sped through possibilities: he is definitely going to be a world power in the future. But for now he's just an adorable, innocent little boy and I will do everything in my power to keep him that way as long as I can.

"Haha, Iggy look! The cow went whoosh!" I look over to see the bull perched a top a near by tree, looking dazed but alive. I was completely flabbergasted as to how he had managed to throw it that far.

America yawned softly, and looked up at me with big sleepy eyes.

"Sleepy, bed pwease," he says with big puppy dog eyes.

I ruffled his hair playfully, and gently picked him up; one arm under his legs the other pressed on his back. He was a little heavier than I expected, but still very light and warm. He nuzzled his head into my chest, and contently closed his eyes, breathing softly. While holding him in my arms I realised the full extent of the responsibility I now had thrust upon me. This child's life was in my hands; he was now dependent on me. Whatever I did would shape his personality. His future was in my hands. And with those rather deep, and also terrifying thoughts in mind, I walked slowly to America's house, his current boss showing me the way.