England's Little Sister [H E T A L I A]

✿ England's Little Sister (Hetalia fanfic)

Hey! Ashleigh here. So I had an idea of an OC for London, and it sparked into an even bigger idea for a fanfic! Let me know what you think of it, comments, votes are greatly appriciated~

~Arthur's POV~

I sat at my desk, writing furiously. I had to get all these papers finished before the world meeting this afternoon. One of the maids, who had been working for me as long as I could remember, shuffled in silently, placing a tray on my desk. She smiled politely and poured a cup of tea and placed an assortment of cakes on a small plate.

"You've been working very hard these past days, shouldn't you rest?" She said, in her quiet tone.

"I'm fine, thank you Eliza. I need to finish these before the meeting, that's all." I sipped at the tea and sighed, leaning back on my chair.

"Oh, well if your sure, I'll just leave you to it then!" She giggled nervously. Honestly, anyone would think she was hiding something from me. Actually, all the maids and butlers had been acting this way recently...I wonder what is going on?

"Is there something wrong, Eliza?" I asked, trying to hide my suspicion.

"N-no! Nothing at all!" She squeaked, hastily heading for the door.

"Oh. Well, thank you for the tea!" I said to her retreating back. She turned and gave me a wary smile before leaving with her trolley. What seemed like seconds later, a familiar voice echoed through the halls.

"Yo! England! We're here!" America's loud and annoying voice boomed through the walls of my office. Sighing I opened the door to see the countries flooding into the conference room. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Eliza, trying to get to the kitchen but being stopped by France. I growled before shoving him into the conference room along with America.

"T-thank you," She said, sounding relieved that frog face had left.

"That's okay." I smiled and went to join the meeting where most of the countries were waiting, a few filtering in after me.

"Shall we start then?" Germany muttered, frowning at Italy who was drawing with crayons...again.

2 hours since the meeting started and we still hadn't got anything done.

"Is anyone paying attention?" I asked. No reply.

"Hello?" My voice disappeared in the chattering. Rubbing my temples, I sighed in frustration. It seems Germany felt the same way, because he looked like he was going to explode as the countries talked about their own affairs aside from the important topic they were here for. Just as Germany was about to say something, or rather, shout something, there was a knock on the door. My butler, Joseph entered and shakily handed me a letter.

"Oh! What's this?" I asked, smiling at the man who looked positively ill, his whole body shaking. 

"Um. Urr-it's..." He stammered, struggling to string the sentence together.

"Well spit it out then!" I joked, nervously, spotting a few others watching from the hall.

"It's a letter regarding...London's return to England..." He mumbled, stepping back, as if I would attack him.

"Who's London?" I heard Japan whisper to Germany who shrugged, glancing at Italy who was still drawing.

"I have no idea..." Germany replied. Whispers filled the room and I stood up, and left for my office.

"You'll have to excuse me..." I mumbled, as if I was in a trance. The countries looked up from their...work, confused.

"Yo, dude! Where you going?!" America asked as France whispered in his ear causing his face to fall.

"Oh."

I unlocked my office door and sat down, resting my head on the table. Looking up, I saw an old, worn picture of a young girl with wavy blonde hair, piercing green eyes and a huge smile which would warm even the coldest of hearts. I smiled sadly and went to the bookshelf, and took out a large red leather book titled 'Our Photo Album' in curly gold writing. I spread the pictures out on my desk, staring at each one, smiling at the memories they brought back. Silent tears ran down my face, dropping onto a particular photo which was one of my favorites. It was a picture of me, London, America and Canada. I was walking, giving her a piggy back whilst America and Canada were running round my legs, chasing each other. It was next to my other cherished photo, a picture of the United Kingdom. Me, Scotland, Northern Ireland, Wales and London. All smiling. All happy.

That was before the war. I thought.

"England?" I heard China say.

"Hmm?" I mumbled, looking up.

"Shall we call off the meeting?" He asked, looking at the photos which were strewn across the desk like they had fell.

"No. Give me a few minutes and I'll be fine." I muttered, forcing a grin.

"Okay." He nodded, before giving me a sympathetic smile, closing the door softly. As it clicked, my tears fell in a mix of happiness and fear. 

I wonder if she'll remember me?