This is sort of a one shot I suppose, it's going to have three chapters and there shall be two lemons. This first chapter has no lemon though as it is just setting up the story. Next chapter and the chapter will have lemons. The pairings here are mainly AuldAlliance (Scotland/France) and USUK. There are mentions of Canada/Egypt as well.

Now to put this in respective - this fan fiction is inspired by the Disney film 'The Fox and the Hound' though it doesn't follow the story entirely. In this first chapter there are certain characters you are animals (Scotland, France, Australia etc...). However, England is still human in appearance despite being treated like a dog. He has dog ears and a tail so he's technically still treated like an animal. In the second chapter, when the animals are older, they shall retain this - their human appearance with animal attributes associated with what animal they were previously.

The animals can understand human speech for the most part, however the humans do not understand what the animals say.

I have to give a shout out to my friend StrawberryPockSticks who was my roleplay partner for this one. She played France, America, Canada, Egypt, Turkey, Greece, Australia and Wy...I know, I didn't play may characters, did I? Though it was her choice to include those characters~

So this is for her!

Is that out the way? Good. Then we shall begin!

French Hounds and Scotch Foxes

Chapter 1 - Child Hood

Deep deep in the forest there was a small den that belonged to a fox who hailed from Scotland. He was a long way from the home he was born in but he didn't seem to mind as he was a pretty carefree creature. He spent most of his time either stretched out on the grass or looking for food. One day he was lying stretched out under his favourite tree. His fluffy red ears twitched at the sound of songbirds and he lifted his head to listen. He sniffed a little and sat up, crawling on all fours. He could smell something new in the forest. Scotland poked his head out of a bush, noticing a human's home newly built in a clearing. He could smell a human, some kind of animal as well. Maybe someone new for him to play with!

In this very home lived a small yellow-furred hound who'd been born in France. He was fun-loving and loved to play, but hated getting messy. His owner, Canada, also had a small white polar bear named Kumajiro. One morning, he was walking along the fence that held Canada's property together. There was another farmhouse around that held Canada's brother, America. An older hound lived there there named England, but they didn't talk much and the France's main job was to tease him. England was a fox hunter, too. France didn't do that. He sat on the fencepost, gazing arount with happy, transparent blue eyes. His ears, long and fluffy, perked as he heard the soft patter of little paws on the grass. His nose twitched.

'... What's that smell?'

Scotland tilted his head, he didn't recognise the smell at all. It wasn't a raccoon or another fox at all. It was male though, he knew that much. He crept along closer to the smell, trying to stay as quiet as possible though he couldn't help but yip slightly in excitement at discovering something new. France's ears lifted slightly higher at a small sound. He leaped down from the fencepost, padding forward and smelling. The smell was familiar; Arthur smelled like that all the time; usually after a successful fox hunt. He llifted his head and smelled again. It was male, whatever it was, and didn't smell like human at all.

Scotland grinned a little as his bushy red tail swishes back and forth. Whatever it was he could smell, he was gonna pounce on it! He took a small step back and leapt out of the bush he was hiding in, knocking France over and pinning him to the ground. Scotland blinked his blue eyes down at the puppy curiously, tilting his head. "...Hi there~!"

"B-bonjour!" France replied, still in mild shock at the tackle and the blue eyes staring into his own. He wiggled out from onder the red fox and shook the dirt from his fur. "Who're you... And what are you...?" He asked, looking over the sleek red fur from the twitching tail to the two odd strands of fur standing up atop his head. Scotland sat down on the ground with a bright smile. "I'm Ecosse~!" he laughed, his grin showing sharp canines. "I'm a red fox... What are you? I've never seen something like you before..."

France smiled, puffing his fluffy chest out with pride. "My name's France~! I'm a hound dog!" He got on all fours, wagging his tail and trying to look intimidating. "Rawr!" He pawed at Scotland's nose, missing by a hair before losing his balance and falling flat on the ground with an 'oof!'. One ear flopped over his eyes, which he moved with a soft paw. "Nice to meet you!"

Scotland giggled as he poked France's nose. "Yer funny..." he said, tilting his head with a grin. "Wanna be friends? We can play games together and things!"

Of course he didn't know that an animal such as France was bred to hunt down and kill his kind. All he saw was someone as fun as he was and was sure he had made a new friend. France smiled brightly, showing off his own sharp fangs as he stood. "Sure! That sounds fun!" He shook his fur off again, though a slight bit of dirt on his muzzle. He tried to get it off with his paw, but to no avail. Scotland smiled. "I can help!" he cheered, leaning forward to lick the dirt off of the dog's mussel. He tongue wasn't that rough surprisingly. France's ears went a bit warm at the soft tongue that was working the dirt from his muzzle. His nose wrinkled a bit on impuls, but it wasn't unpleasant. Just brushing his fur the wrong way. Scotland laughed once he got rid of the dirt, using his paw to brush the dog's fur back the right way. "There, all clean now!"

"Merci~" He giggled. "Come with me," He leapt up on the fence. "I'll show you around! You can even meet everyone!"

"I dunno... It smells funny over there..." he said, pouting slightly up at the dog. "I might get in trouble."

"What do you mean?" France cocked his head in confusion. "Will your owner get mad at you?" Of course, he didn't know that foxes had no owners. He just knew that the other said that someone could get Scotland in trouble for visisting him. Scotland shook his head. "I don't know what an owner is" he said. "But the last time I climbed a fence like that, a human came out and chased me away and was yelling at me... Then he told his fang-chaser to run after me!". Scotland shivered a little at the memory. "It was scary!"

"That sounds horrible!" Francis exclaimed, sivering. "But Canada's not like that! He loves Foxes! He's an artist and loves to draw them. And I don't think I've ever seen a drawing that looks like you! He'd love you, I know it!" He leapt down from the fence again. "He lives there with an old collage friend called Cuba. I bet the ones who chased you were America with his old geezer of a hound, England." He spat the name with distaste. "But Canada won't let him get you, and neither will I!" He puffed out his chest in pride. Scotland dragged his paw in the dirt, looking at the ground nervously. "Well... I guess it wouldn't hurt..." said Scotland, his ears perking up as his tail swishes. He climbed up on France's back so that he could get up and over the fence, tumbling onto the other side with a soft 'thud'. "I'm ok!"

France laughed, leapinng down onto the dirt beside him. "Come on!" He began running toward the house. "Race you!" He spied a sleeping Kumajiro on the grass. "Hi, Kuma!" He called. One of the polar bear's black eyes slipped open, then closed. "Bonjour, France..." The pup ran passed him, Scotland hot on his paws. Scotland laughed and tried to nip France's paws as he chased after him, giggling in delight at the fun game they were playing. This was so much fun, and there wasn't a fang-chaser in sight! France squealed in delight as he skidded to a stop in front of Canada's porch. He barked before Scotland skidded into him, effectively toppling the both of them over. Canada came running out and pressed against the rail.

"France?" He looked at the tangled mess of gold and red on the grass. Then he burst out laughing. Scotland buried his head under his paws fearfully, not sure whether the voice from above was friendly or not. "It's Canada~!" Francis yelped happily. Canada, who was barefoot and in not much more that a white shirt and some shorts, ran down the steps to scratch behind France's ears lovingly. "Hey, France!" He exclaimed. "Who's your friend...?"

Scotland lifted his paws to glance up at Canada, his ears flat against his head as he stared up at him. "E-Ecosse..." he mumbled with a quiet whine. "He can't understand you, you know." France explained. "But He'll figure it out!" Canada took three gentle steps tover to Scotland reaching down slowly to stroke his head. "Goodness... Aren't you a handsome fox?" He smiled. "There's no need to be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"I'll be right back!" With that, France scampered into the house. Scotland felt a little more reassured when Canada pet his head, not feeling as nervous as before. Though why the human couldn't understand him, he wasn't sure exactly. Maybe humans weren't that smart? But he wagged his tail anyway since being pet felt nice, though he quickly ran after France into the house, thinking they were still playing tag.

France was up on a table, the thin tip of his tail sitting in a small pot of black ink. "Ecosse!" He called when the fox charged in. "I'm up here!" He dragged his tail tip on a piece of paper beside him, carefully scripting out letters as if it were a calligraphy brush. Scotland clambered up onto a chair so he could climb up onto the table. He tilted his head at the pot of ink, sniffing it before he dipped the dip of his bushy tail into it. He giggled and splattered the ink onto the paper, his bushy tail making the lines a lot thicker. "This is fun!"

The puppy laughed, "Canada taught me to write and draw with my tail. Watch this!" He dipped his tail again, sketching out the face of a fox. "It's you!" Right beside it, he wrote 'E-c-o-s-s-e'. "Now Canada can know who you are~!"

Scotland giggled at the picture and squiggles, since he couldn't read he could only assume that's what his name looked like. He grinned at France and poked his nose with his tail, getting some sticky ink on his nose. "Got ya~" he chuckled. France went cross eyed for a moment, glimpsing at the ink on his nose. "What're you two doing?" Canada walked in, smiling and striding over to the table. He laughed, wiping the ink from France's nose. "Painting yourselves or the paper?" France dipped his tail into the small cup of water beside the paper, swishing it around to get the ink off before bounding over to the picture of Scotland. "Oh, hey!" He turned to the fox, pointing at the picure. "So, your name's Ecosse, little guy?"

Scotland wagged his tail at Canada and let out happy yips at him to get some attention. He wasn't afraid of the man anymore, even if he looked a little like the other scary human the scent was different. It was calming and happy, he kind of smelled like the maple trees near his den. He lifted his paw to try and bat at Canada curiously. Canada laughed,holding his hand out for Scotland's paw to land in. "You are so cute~!" He fawned happily. "I don't think I've ever seen a kit like you before, either."

France padded over to Scotland, pointing behind Canada with a paw. There, hanging on the wall, were various sketches and paintings of foxes. "Told you~"

Scotland smiled and licked Canada's hand to get a taste of him, maybe not something he'd like to eat but it was a weird texture anyway. "I like him, he tastes funny" Scotland laughed a little, padding over to nip France's ear with a playful growl. France let out a mock squeal, pawing at Scotland's still inky tail to step on the bushy fur. "A lot of humans do~" He replied, tail wagging playfully. Canada just laughed.

'Oh, Egypt would love this...' The blonde thought, watching the puppy play with the fox. 'A fox and a hound, playing. So cute...'

Scotland giggled and rolled over onto his back, kicking his hind legs in amusement as he watched France, grinning at him. France gave a giggle of his own. "You're getting yourslef covered in ink!" He exclaimed. "Canada's gonna have to give you a bath..."

Scotland sat up, looking at the blotches of ink all over his fur. "Bleh... Messy..." he whined, trying to lick it off but the bad taste of the ink made it a hard task. Canada snatched him up, "I wouldn't do that, Ecosse," He stated, grip firm but gentle. "Not only does that stuff taste aweful, but enough can poison you!" He glanced around before placing Scoptland down again. "France, make sure he dosen't lick any more of that off. I'll be right back with a washcloth..."

France barked after him, taking his paws and scraping some of the ink for Scotland's red fur. He washed them in the water cup. "This is how Canada usually cleans me, then he runs a cloth in my fur and brushes it out." He smiled. "Itactually feels good; you'll like it!"

Scotland giggled as he watched France, tilting his head from side to side as he watched him. "When I get messy I just swim in the lake!" he said. "Then I catch a fish and have my supper!". This was a whole new experience got him, and he was having a lot of fun with it. "I'm not supposed to swim in the lake," France replied, sighing. "Actually, I can't swim at all." He admitted sadly. "I wish I could, though; England says it's very fun and refreshing, especially in the Spring and Summer."

"I could teach you how to swim!" said Scotland with a smile, licking France's cheek in a friendly manner. "I'll teach you then we can have swimming races and stuff! And I can teach you how to fish with your tail!". France brightened. "Really? That'd be great!" He smiled brightly as Canada walked in with a brush and a wet washcloth. He made quick work of cleaning the Fox's fur, then went slightly slower with brushing it out. Scotland wagged his tail and purred softly as he was given the attention, smiling brightly at the relaxing feel. "You're right, it feels great!" he giggled, jumping up and trying to lick Canada's face as a thank you.

Canada giggled, leaning down to feel Scotland's velvety tongue lap at his cheek in thanks. France laughed. "I told you so!" He chased his tail once. "Hey, let's go explore!"

"Ok, bye Canada person!" barked Scotland, tumbling after France in order to follow him in their exploration. France gave a goodbye bark to Canada before leaving the blonde to stare after them fondly. He nipped at the tip of Scotland's tail playfully as he ran behind him. Scotland jumped a little and turned around to pounce on France, nibbling and tugging on his fluffy ear. The puppy was so much fun to play with! France giggled, letting out a little squeal. He'd never had this much fun! England never wanted to play and Kuma was too old, so he'd always just stayed at home. But with Scotland, he could actually pay like a puppy was supposed to! He shifted his weight to roll the fox onto his back and nip at those two little strands of fur that were just waggling around.

Scotland squirmed a little from the ticklish nipping, reaching up to lick all over the puppy's face. He was a pretty cute animal, he had to admit and really energetic like him. France giggled as Scotland licked his face. Red foxes were so cute! And he finally had someone to match his energy! He toppled off the fox and pawed at a fuzzy ear. "You're a lot of fun~!" He commented. "I like you."

The kit purred and batted at France's chest with a grin. "I like you too, a lot lot!" he said, trying to protect his fluffy ears. France giggled, pawing the ear one last time before standing up. "So, where do you wanna go~?" He asked, stitting beside the other and waiting for a reply. "Hmm...show me around this place outside then!" he said, smiling as he padded out of the door for France to follow. "All right~!" France exclaimed. "I'll show you the garden; I't peaceful there. And you can meet Greece!" With that, he padded off.

Scotland nodded as he followed France, curious to meet the puppy's friends. Maybe he would show him his other friends from the forest too. It wasn't long until they reached the garden. It was speckled with all kinds of flowers and trees. "Greece?" France called, peeking over a rock at a small brown bundle of fur. "Come on out, I want you to meet someone!" Suddenly, a chocolate brown feline drowsily wandered out with a single curl atop his head. "Geia sas, Gallía." He meowed. "Who is your friend?"

"Hey there~!" chirped Scotland, wagging his bushy tail at the cat. "I'm Ecosse!". He blinked curiously at the curl on his head and gently pawed at it. Greece purred in amusement. "Well, you're certainly not shy, I can tell. Anyhow, It's nice to meet you," He bowed his head. "I'm Elláda, but please, call me Greece. I belong to Egypt, across the lake." France leaned over Scotland. "He fights with Turkey alot, too. Turkey's Egypt's other cat." Suddenly perking his ears and noticing that Greece had fallen asleep on his paws, he laughed. "And he's apparently unable to stay awake too long~!" He beckoned Scotland to follow with his tail. "Follow me, I'll show you my doghouse!"

Scotland laughed at how easily the cat fell asleep, playing with the curl a little longer before he scurried after France to see what this 'dog house' thing was. "What's a dog house by the way?" he asked. "It's where I sleep in good weather." France explained. "It's kind of like a human house, but it's smaller. I like it because I can stay awake and stare at the stars at night if I want, without bothering anyone!" He padded up to the house with stripes ofe blue, white and red on the roof. The rest was a pretty gold. "Here it is! Come on inside!" He slipped inside and sat on the blanket there. A small mouse sat there, a koala bear cuddled around it. Scotland gazed at the house with a look of awe, smiling a little as he crawled inside after France. "This is cool! I just sleep in an underground den...it's really dark down there, but it's safe from the fang-chaser cause he's not very good at digging" he said, cuddling into the blanket happily.

France laughed, laying down. "Oui, England's not very good at much." He commented. The koala blinked an eye open. "You got that, mate." He commented. France giggled. "I thought you were sleeping!"

"I was, but then you two came along."

"Ecosse," France began, "This is Australia and Wy. He's a koala bear, she's a doormouse. Australia, this is Ecosse. He's a red fox!"

"Sorry for waking you" said Scotland, wagging his tail and licking the koala's cheek in apology. He would have licked the doormouse but he was afraid that he would accidentally eat her, what with her tiny size and his sharp teeth. "France was showing me around this place! It's really neat!". Australia gave a little laugh. "It's no trouble, boys." He yawned. "Just go abck to what you were doin'." With that, he closed his eyes and laid his head down. France giggled, lifting his nose in the air.

"Hey... that smells like the lake!" He smiled. "The wind must be blowing from Egypt's direction!" He stood up. "I can smell him!"

"Hm? Smelling what?" asked Scotland, standing up as well and staring at France. "What's an Egypt?"

"Egypt!" France repeated. "He's another human who lives across the lake. He's /Really/ close to Canada." France then got an idea. "Hey! Wanna go meet him?" He wagged his tail. "We can play tag on the way!"

"Well...ok, but it's getting really dark soon and I'll need to get heading back to my den soon" he said, smiling a little though he was nervous. He really didn't like the dark despite the fact he was a nocturnal creature. "It's okay, it's not a long trip! C'mon!" With that, he scampered away toward the lake. Truth was, he didn't want Scotland to leave. He was having fun! But perhaps that was a bit selfish; Scotland probably had a family who was a waiting for him. "Ok..." muttered Scotland, wandering after France. He was worried about it getting worried, he could smell that fang-chaser around here somewhere and he didn't want to get caught this far away from this safety of his den.

It wasn't more than a few minutes before they arrived at Egypt's cabin. France poked his head in the door and let out a greeting bark with Scotland right behind him. Scotland leapt over France and ran into the house, searching through it curiously. Really, he was too curious for his own good. Turkey's eyes opened before he turned into that traditional fraidy cat you see on halloween. France stepped inside, barking again. Suddenly, from the back room, there emerged a young boy with tanned skin and shaggy black hair. His eyes were a odd gold and his face was near expressionless. "That," France began. "Is Egypt~"

Scotland yelped in fright when he saw Turkey, scampering to get away from the scary cat and running into Egypt. He looked up and tried to climb up his leg to get away from the weird feline. Egypt laughed, leaning down to pick up the little kit. "Don't worry about that lazy furball, little guy," He stated. "He's barely a mmouser, let alone a foxer." He knealt down and stroked France's head. "Does Canada know you're here, يذكر صديق (Little friend)?" France just licked his hand, tasting something like honey. Then he nodded, wagging his tail.

Scotland squirmed a little and licked Egypt's face, smelling the honey like scent and getting quickly addicted to it. He never usually had honey because that would mean angering the bees, and the bees stung bad! Still, he smelled nice. Egypt giggled a bit. "I take it you like honey, huh?" He asked, placing Scotland down. He got out a medium-sized jar with the substance in it and two small slices of bread. He spread a little honey on each slice and gave one to each of the furry creatures in his cabin. "There you go, boys. You better run along, now, before Canada gets worried."

The Scottish fox nibbled on the bread hungrily, licking his lips of the sweet treat. He nudged Egypt as a thank you before running out of the cabin, yipping for France to follow him. France bowed his head in thanks before following Scotland into the forest. "Hey-! Ecosse, slow down a bit!"

Scotland skidded down to a halt, almost crashing into France in the process. "Sorry it's just, I better get home quick before I get lost again..." France cocked his haed to the side a bit. "Again...? You've gotten lost before?". Scotland nodded a little, embarressed by it. "I'm not good at seeing in the dark...so I get lost a lot..."

France smiled, "I see! It's hard for me to get lost when there's a trail to follow. I just use my nose!" He wiggled his nose to make a point. "But by the time we get home, It'll be dark... Whay don't you stay in my doghouse tonight and go hime in the morning? We can explain what happened to you family then!". Scotland blinked and looked down at the ground, pawing at the dirt. "I-I...don't have a family..." he muttered, ears flat against his head. "I live by myself...". France stared for a moment before touching noses with him. "Then you can be my family!" He replied. "Come live with Canada, Austraia, Wy and me~!"

"I don't know...I'm a fox, I'm supposed to live in the forest, not in a human's house" said Scotland with a pout. "And what if the scary human sets his fang-chaser on me?". France smiled. "You can live oustide with me~! As for England..." He rubbed his muzzle against Scotland's. "I won't let him touch you. You're my brother now, right?" He asked. "Brothers are family... and family protects each other..."

Scotland tilted his head back and forth as he thought it over. "I guess...if the Canada person doesn't mind me staying..." he said, giving the puppy a small smile and nudged him back. "Of course he dosen't." France murmured. "He likes you alot~!"

'So do I' the hound thought. Scotland smiled at him and licked France's face. "Alright, I'll come live with you then brother~!". France smiled. "Great! I'm so happy~" With that, he took off toward the cabin with Scotland on his paws. Scotland scurried after him, smiling happily at the thought of finally having a family to call his own.

The next morning, France awoke in his doghouse to spy Scotland beside him. He smmiled, standing up and scampring to the house He was about to let out a good-morning bark when he spied America and England standing in front of Canada in a rather heated conversation. Scotland yawned and crawled on his tummy to stand next to France. "What's goin' on..." he mumbled tiredly.

England stood beside his owner with a scowl on his face, his ears flat against his head as he could smell the horrible stench of fox somewhere close. France spun around, a worried look on his face. "E-Ecosse! England and America are here!" He whispered. "You should go back to-"

"The point is, I want to take France with me." He froze.

"WHAT?" Canada sounded as panicked at France. "You pamper him too much, Canada," America explained. "He's a hound, and hounds are meant to hunt!"

Scotland pouted a little and cuddled closer to France. "Huh...? I don't get it..." Scotland muttered. England gave a quiet bark to accent this point, his ears twitching and turning in the direction of France's dog house. "A-America... He wants to make me... A... a... hunter..." France's mouth went dry as he said this. America looked at England, "What's wrong, old boy?"

"H-Huh? Hunter...? Like...like a fang-chaser?" he whimpered, did that mean France was going to hurt him? England growled and let out a loud bark, running towards the little dog house and trying to grab hold of Scotland, who yelped and ran into the far away corner in the small dog house, whimpering quietly. England barked at the house to try and scare the fox out. "Ecosse!" France yelped. Suddenly his eyes grew angry, and he charged England, slamming into his side. It knocked him over. France growled at him, standing defensively in front of the doghouse. "Leave him alone, England!"

"It's a filthy bloody fox!" he barked back at the puppy, growling as his emerald eyes flashed dangerously to rip the tiny fox to shreds. "It's vermin, and you're supposed to hunt it!". Scotland's eyes widened as he cowered as far back as he could, covering his small ears with his paws. "He's not vermin!" France cried. "He's my friend!" America and Canada raced around the coner of the Cabin. America grinned.

"Oi, England! Already got one!" He called, spying Scotland. Canada pushed forward, snatching Scotland up in his arms. "No, America! This is Ecosse. And he's mine."

"You're crazy!"

"Maybe so, but I don't care! He's France's friend. Leave him be!" America scowled, snatching France up. "Fine! Then I'm taking France on this trip and turning him into a hunter!"

"..." Canada was on the verge of tears at France's pleading eyes. Then he looked at Scotland. "... Just go." America grinned, walking off. "Thought you'd see it my way!"

England glared up at Scotland, growling a threat at him and swearing he would get the fox back for making a fool out of him before he trailed after America and left. Scotland whined and squirmed in Canada's arms to get back to his friend, flailing his small paws in an attempt to get France back. "F-France!"

France looked over America's shoulder at him. "I'm sorry!" He called. "I'll never forget you, Ecosse!" France called before disappearing behind the house in America's arms.

A tear fell from Canada's eye and landed on Scotland's head. "Oh Ecosse..." He cuddled the fox. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

Scotland buried his head in Canada's chest, whimpering and crying at the loss of his friend. It wasn't fair, he didn't do anything wrong! He should be the one in trouble, not France, he never did anything wrong. "Oooh... Who does America think he is? You and France didn't do anything!" He stormed into the house and placed Scotland on the kitchen table, sighing. He kissed Scotland's nose. "I know this is going to be hell for you but... you won't be seeing France for a long while... and when you do, it's in your best interest not to get too close. America's turning him into a hunter... a trained killer." He scratched the fox's ears. "And the last place I want to see you is stuffed in someone's showroom."

Scotland curled up a little, sniffling quietly as he let Canada pet him. He used his tail as a small pillow, looking sadly at the little ink drawing France drew of him. France would never hurt him, right? They were supposed to be best friends! No, he didn't believe it, no matter how much time passed he was sure that his friend wouldn't forget who he was. France was miserable in the back of America's truck. 'Oh, Ecosse... I'm sorry... I miss you...' He stared in the direction he'd just left from, on the verge of tears.

"Don't look so down, France!" America commented. "We're gonna turn you into the greatest hunter in this county! Won't we, England?". England just smirked at France, chuckling quietly to himself. "This is what you get for being such a pansy, spending time with vermin..." his hissed at the puppy. "Shut up," France snapped. "Ecosse is not vermin, you ancient mutt!"

"Just you wait...by the end of this you won't be able to tell him apart from the rest...you might even rip him to shreds~" England laughed, tail swishing in delight. France growled lowly. "I said SHUT UP!" He pounced at England, sinking sharp teeth into his ear. England yelped and grabbed hold of the tiny puppy, pinning him underneath him with a snarl. "Keep still for the rest of the journey, mutt."

"Oi, you both better knock that off, or I'll save myself some trouble and skin ya both!" America warned, pushing England off of France. France scampered back to the back of the truck and laid down dejectedly.

"Oh, Ecosse..." He whispered. "Will I ever see you again...?"

End of chapter

Ohh poor Scotland and France. WILL THEY EVER SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN?

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