Hetalia Headcanons

England Headcanon 17

England was the one who planted the famous Major Oak tree. It was his old hangout/home back when he was younger. He stills visits it sometimes when he needs time to think or clear his mind.

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Flashback is in bold

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England lay a hand on the tree, it was late at night, no visitors were around at this time of the day, he was sure he was alone just how he liked it.

"It still amazes me how its still here after all this time" England says looking at the large expanse of the tree. He sat down below the tree's blanket of leaves and thought about his many childhood experiences that happened around this very tree...

"Ohonhon come on down little Angleterre! Are you scared of moi?" France teased the small nation.

"No! I'm not coming down there you frog! The smell of mouldy cheese disgusts me!" England shouted at the other nation.

"Why that is the smell of fine cuisine l'Angleterre! Why you wouldn't know anything about that now would you?" France smirked.

England frowned, "Don't make me shoot you!" He growled pulling out his bow and arrow and aiming straight towards France.

France walked closer to the tree, "I'm warning you! I'll get the fairies to pick on you to!" England shouted, his bow following France's movements.

"Fairies? Surely you must have gotten over them by now!" France laughed and started climbing up the tree with difficulty.

"The fae are real! And they don't like french bastards so stay away!" England says moving to a higher branch.

"No they are not~" France sang.

"They are!"

"Are not"

"Are to!"

"ARE NOT! THEY ARE SILLY LITTLE THINGS IN YOUR IMAGINATION ANGLETERRE!"

"No.. The fae are real you can't just..!"

England chocked a sob, he lowered his bow, placing it beside him and he curled up tightly into a ball.

France frowned, he didn't mean to take him this far...

France finally got to England and pressed his foot down on the branch to test its strength and sat down beside England.

"Angleterre look at me"

"No! Go away you frog!" England blubbered because of his crying.

"I did not mean to make you upset" France says looking at England.

England stood up on his short legs and shouted, "WELL YOU DID ARE YOU HAPPY!? The fae are real! You just can't see them because you're too ignorant to see!"

France sighed, not wanting to make England anymore upset he said some choice words, "I'm so jealous of you Angleterre"

England blinked, his tears has already began to stop, "Jealous? What are you on about you jerk face!"

"You are so young and carefree you have friends constantly around you, imaginary as they are" France said leaning back and turning away from England to look at the sunset.

"Maybe you'll see them one day" England mumbled to himself mostly. France smiled and patted England on the head, "Maybe!" France laughed.

England blushed not used to affectionate gestures and swatted France's hand away,

"You're just making fun of me..!"

France just laughed at watched at the sun went to sleep...

"Angleterre~!"

England's eyes shot open, realising he had fell asleep and heard a certain Frenchman calling him.

"What is so important that you had to call me so late at night and bring me all the way to these filthy woods!"

England laughed and began to climb the tree "Come on up! Surely even an old man like you can climb up here!"

"I am not an old man! And I accept your ridiculous challenge!" France shouted and began to climb the impressive scale of the tree.

It turned into a little race between them both to reach the highest branch of the tree. They both reached it at the same time and they sat to catch there breath.

"So you called me over just for a bit of tree climbing?!" France rasped, poking England roughly in the ribs.

"Gah! Stop it! No I wanted to show you something!" England winced as he was poked.

France raised a brow in confusion, "Surely it can't be that exciting, there is nothing I have not seen before!"

England scoffed and called out, "Come on out it's just us two"

France blinked "Who are you talking to-"

France stopped as he saw glowing lights start to appear around them, small voices of giggles and talking could be heard, he looked closer at the glowering orbs and saw that there were small people with clear delicate wings and floral outfits.

France was in awe and a bit scared admittedly, but who wouldn't be?!

"I told you you would see them" England smiled, smacking France on the back.

France gawked "Are these...?"

"Yes, yes they are"

The fairies giggled and land on various parts of England and France's bodies.

France sat still not sure what to do, "Ah Isabelle, how nice of it to see you, I didn't know you was coming here as well" England smiled warmly at a fairy dressed in an outfit based around a white orchid that was on his leg.

"Well when I heard you was coming to the Major Oak I couldn't help myself!" She giggled and flew around in excitement.

"Major Oak..?" France's eyes grew wide as he realisation hit him.

"Yeah this is the tree I used to hang out in when I was younger, surely you remember it" England said turning to look at France.

"Why yes I remember it now, I can't believe it is still here! This area hasn't changed much at all, reminds me of our younger days.

"Some moments i'd like to forget!" England remarked, France smirked and they both laughed together along with the fae and drank very interesting fairy booze until they fell asleep under the glow of the fae as they rested on the heads of the two nations.