England wasn't at the meeting they held today. Why? Who knows. America was concerned so he took the time and job to find out what's wrong. So, you know what he did? Yep. HE RAN TO ENGLAND WHILST EATING A BURGER. He finished his burger just as he got there. Nice timing.

He knocked on the door. No reply. He knocked again. No reply. And again...again, no reply. He sighed and kicked down the door.
"IGGGGYYYYYYYYY" America shouted in concern. No reply. "I wonder what's wrong with him?" He said to himself. He sighed and searched the house. He was R E A L L Y concerned. Oops, I think I didn't use the queen's English. Whatever.

England had locked himself in a secret basement. He cast a spell so he could see his flashbacks of his childhood.

~flashback~
"No. No. No. No NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!" Little England shouted at his oldest brother. Scotland stared at his brother. More or so death glared.
"P-plesse! Scotland! Y-you can't!" He shouted again, Scotland picked him up by the neck, ignoring his littke brother's protest, he was only 12 but that doesn't matter.
"Yer Fúcking IDIOT!" Scotland shouted at his younger brother, England was crying and protesting. "Stop yer whinin' las" Scotland angrily said. England didn't hear him.
"P-please! D-don't!" He shouted. Suddenly Scotland started choking him, England kept coughing and trying to let go of Scotland's hands. Wales and Ireland were watching.
"This is the third time this week" Wales shouted as he left the room, Ireland shook her head in disappointment and walked away. Scotland dropped England and walked off. England was coughing, trying to get his breath back.
"I...h-hate...you..." he muttered.
~flashback over~

He started crying. He realised it was the worse idea. He sighed.
"...s-sadly...t-that frog...c-can't calm m-me d-down..." he muttered. He sighed and another flashback came...

~flashback~
England was running into the field, happily. He was skipping. He was the hslliest nation ever. Someone was chasing him. Looked like a game of Chase maybe. England started laughing as someone picked him up and pulled him close as they hugged him. They ended up falling to the floor.
"I caught you Anglettere" France said, England smiled at him and hugged him back.  "You are so cute."
"Fusosososo~" they heard a laugh, and it was familiar to France.
"Bonjour Espagne" France greeted as Spain came over.
"Holà!"
England stared at the Spanish guy. Spain stared back.
"Didn't expect mi amigo to be here!" Spain said.
"I'm not your amigo." England replied.
"Let's just get along, right Angleterre?" France asked, England sighed and nodded. France picked him up again, and gave him s piggyback ride home, Spain was with them, he eventually fell to sleep.
~end~

England cried more.
"I...miss him..." he said to himself. All of a sudden the door flew open.
"DUDE! You in here?" America asked. England sighed and whispered git. America ran up to him, picked him up and ran out the house with him. This reminded England of a time when his older brother, Wales, what to take him home from getting into a fight with Portugal.
"GET OFF ME YOU BLOODY ONE-PEE-BRAINED-EAGLE-FÚCKER" England shouted, America ignored him and carried on walking.