[some time between 1800-1880]

"I've been speaking with Mr. Russia quite a lot lately, and I, I think he likes me," Alfred stammered out, looking at the ground. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt nervously.

England scoffed. "Likes you? Please, Alfred. That's demented!" He shook his head. "This is why you never should have left! Dear, this whole romance that you've invented just proves you're too naive to be here." The Englishman sneered at him, looking the other up and down, assessing. "Why would he like you? Come on, now, really. Look at you! You think that he's impressed?" He held his arms out, welcoming. "Don't be a dummy, come with me. Big brother-"

"No!" he cut Arthur off before he could continue. The criticism was already starting to get on his nerves. Alfred shot him a glare, eyes dancing with fire.

"No?" England looked affronted "Oh." The expression melted into a suggestive smirk. Quickly, he stood, walking arounf the table to stand chest to chest with his former colony. "I see how it is." He began stalking around the other, back straight and hands clasped together.

"Alfred knows best. Oh," he threw up his hands dramatically. "Alfred's so mature now; Such a clever, grown-up gentleman." He poked at America's shoulder, and the younger batted his hand away, a look of disguist written across his features. "Alfred knows best. Fine, if you're so sure now, go ahead and give him this!"

They were standing face now, and in the gloved hand Englad shoved out to him was a stack of documents holding the details of trade deals and consent to dock ships in America's harbors. "This is why he's here!" he spat, "Don't let him decieve you! Give this to him, watch, you'll see! Trust me, my dear-" he snapped his fingers for emphasis and continued practically dancing around America. "That's how fast he'll leave you! And I won't say I told you so!- No, Alfred knows best! So, if he's such a dream boat, go and put him to the test!"

"But," he fixed a dark emerald stare on him, "If he's lying, don't come crying England knows best!"

England turned on his heel and stormed out, throwing the contents on the desk across the room, scattering papers and ink all over the room, and slammed the heavy oak door.

Alfred collapsed next to the fire in the fireplace, heat to his back, and curled into himself, crying and clutching at the papers that would finalise their agreements. His breath hitched when he heard the door open again, and he wiped furoisly at his eyes and fixed a glare on his face. "What are you still doing here, England? You've done enough." His words were laced with as much venom as he could muster, but to him they sounded hollow and fell flat.

"America?" a Russian asked tentatively. When he saw the state the boy was in, he rushed over and fell to his knees beside him, gathering the other up in a warm embrace, rivaling the heat from the flames dancing behind them.

"You're not going to leave me, are you?" Alfred asked, the pure innocence in his voice reminding the empire how young he truly was.

"No, I'll be right here for you."

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so i was listening to some disney villain songs and found this gem and thought 'hey lets write another new fic!!!1!1!!! because i cant stop myself

if you want to see another disney song fic, comment which one, which characters, and anything else that I might need to know. i like these bc theres so much opportunity there!!

And remember, England knows best!