If England could hear Zack's thoughts about being a 'blonde kid' it would make him feel younger. He was wearing his usual green military uniform with a yellow rose lapel pin on the left side of his jacket.

As it was, just seeing Zack now let a tide of memories he'd long since forgotten come back, like the time they fought back to back on a bridge, fighting enemies off. But again, the boy England had known was a lot shorter at the time.

So he smiled, and seeing him lifted Britain's spirits even if he was back in a strange world with this boy who had grown to a fine strapping young man. "I should certainly hope not everyone here in this world is named Zack. But it's great to see you again."

It was almost like when flying mint bunny and the gang came to see him after a hellish conference.