Hey guys. i'm sorry. I haven't updated my fanfiction in a long time and you have every right to blame me. Lately my life hasn't been very easy since I have just started year 11 -yes I'm British- and I have starting looking for six forms and colleges and I've been getting a ton of homework and blah blah blah. Anyway I have been sorting my life out and I just haven't had time to write fanfiction. so I'm sorry

anyway I've been introduced to the world of Hetalia and it's amazing. I have fallen in love with USUK so here's what me brain came up with when I was meant to be doing physic's homework XD

HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

Chapter one - The Present

This morning had been like any other morning for England. He had awoken at seven in the morning to make his (not in anyway burnt) breakfast along side his Earl Grey tea. Whilst England tucked into his breakfast the only noise was the faint sound of rain pitter pattering against the kitchen windows. England signed. Even though this was England and the weather there was never the best, England just couldn't shake of the gloomy feeling that had fallen apron him. Something was going to happen today and it didn't feel like a good thing.

When England had finished his breakfast, he slowly made his way to his sitting room and had placed himself in his favourite arm chair. England crossed his legs and pulled out a small piece of fabric in an embroidoidery hoop from beside the chair. For the last few weeks England had been trying to finish off his work but for some reason something or someone one had always gotten in the way. He only hoped that nothing would happen today. Of course, with England's luck, that didn't work.

England had just started threading the needle when his doorbell went off. This had startled the small Brit but he quickly redeemed him and stood out of his chair. Who the bloody hell would be knocking at this time England thought as he glanced up at the old grandfather clock that stood in the middle of the hallway. The time was 7:45am and was certainly to early for any visitors to be stopping by.

"Hell- oh," England said as he opened his door. In front of his stood three grown men. The one in the middle had short, auburn hair that was fairly messy like England's. His green eyes glowed with mischief and he had a cigar in his mouth. He was dressed in a similar suit to England's green on, however his was blue and had a white cross on the front. The man had rolled up his sleeves showing off his fairly pail skin. This man was recognised as Scotland. The men to the right and left of Scotland had light reddish-blonde, messy hair ,and similar forest green eyes like the others. The one of the right was Wales and was a taller than Ireland - the one of the left - but not as tall as Scotland. Both Wales and Ireland were wearing a simple dress shirt and jeans with a light green coat and black gloves.

"That's nae a guid greetin'," Scotland said taking out his cigar and breathing out a puff of smoke.

"Well whenever you turn up, my house is always trashed in someway because of you stupid mischief," England Spat at them.

"You're always so rude," Wales muttered, Ireland nodded in agreement.

"Yea fit like wi bro?," Scotland said as he pushed passed England. Wales and Ireland had silently followed their older brother into their younger brother's old Victorian house. It was then that England noticed the big blue cages that happened to be in the scot's hand.

"Show some manners, you can't just barge into someone's house, you gits," England hissed as he shut the door and made his way to where his brother were.

England pointed at the blue cage that Scotland had placed on the floor. "Now, what's that," England demanded.

" It's a wee giftie," Scotland winked as he bent down to the cage and lifted the door at the side. He reached his hand in, picking something up before pulling his hand back out. England stared at the Scotsman. In his hand was a small border collie. It eyes slowly opened and cried as it struggled in the man's hand.

"Now why the bloody hell do you have a dog with you," England folded his arms over his chest, waiting for one of his brothers to answer him.

"It's not our dog," Wales pointed a skinny finger at England "She's yours,"

England just stood there. Staring at his brothers. They have to be joking, right? England thought. His brother just grinned to each other before Scotland shoved the puppy in England's hand.

"Well, We should be heading out now," Ireland said and headed to the front door with Scotland and Wales at his feet.

"W-Wait, you can't just leave!" England said in a panicked voice. He didn't know what to do with a puppy. He'd never had a dog before. How could he look after it.

"Don't worry we left you a little note inside the cage," Wales muttered before opening the door. He stopped and turn back to face England, who was still a little confused by this all. "Good bye and good luck," and with that England's older brother had disappeared.

England was lost in his thoughts. What was he supposes to do? Why did he have this puppy? Where did they get the puppy from?

The puppy wiggled in England's arms causing him to snap out of his thoughts and focus back on reality.

"Well, I can't just abandoned you, 'cause trust me, it's not a nice thing," England looked down at the puppy and their eyes locked. England couldn't help but chuckle.

England turned on his heel and took the puppy with him into the living room to read the said note that Wales had mentioned. He looked down at the puppy again, see her snuggle into his chest.

Maybe having to look after this dog wasn't going to be such a bad thing.

It's short I now, but oh well. I got this idea for England looking after a dog because for the last two weeks I've been looking after my friends dog and god was it hard work.

Anyway see you when I next update - which shouldn't be too long. I promise