"UKUS" A tug.
"FrUk!" Another tug.
"It's USUK! He obviously likes me better!" Another, stronger tug.
"Non! He loves being around me!" A sharp yank brought him closer to the frog.
It was a strange sight to see, America and France were insistently tugging on Englands arms. The British man was getting increasingly annoyed. Apparently the two had found out that England's hotel had been too full to accommodate him and kicked him out. It only happened a few hours ago and the man was just waiting outside the doors of the conference room for the meeting to begin. America offered to give him a place to stay in, but then France appeared from behind a potted plant (Why was he behind a plant?) and started to argue that he should stay with him. The conference was only lasting for the next three days and it was only in North Ireland. Part of the UK, so he definitely didn't need ANY help! Besides, what did FrUK or USUK mean?
Finally, after being painfully pulled on by the arms, England snapped and finally wrenched his arms from the two blonds and gave them a dark glare. "I have somebody else to live, bloody wankers. You leave me alone!" England stalked away, very angry at the two. Why would he live with the two idiots?
"It's Russia, isn't it." Came an angry voice and England whirled around to see America with a strange expression on his face. It looked dark and a little murderous.
"Why would I share a room with that man? I am living with one of my brothers." England snapped and then went into the meeting room but not before he peeked behind him to notice that France had the murderous look instead of America.
After all, it has been a while before he had met up with his brother, N. Ireland. England didn't want him to be exposed to the world yet, so the younger brother had never met with the other Countries before. A small, almost gentle smile (One that has not been seen since the American Revolutionary War) touched Englands lips as he thought about his over protective brother. His very, pathetic, little brother.
The meeting was filled with tensed silence as the other Countries glanced warily at the two Countries that were sending everybody death glares. England wasn't actually paying attention this time and he was texting his brother to make some arrangements.
: So, you want me to pick you up after your boring meeting?
Sent: No, I am perfectly fine to walk to your house, North. I will stretch my legs and maybe hit a few bars ;)
: Woah, you know how to make smiling faces?! :/ I would have never guessed it was you Arty!
Sent: You have to admit it was a good joke though.
: Yes, yes it was. So could you call me before you walk over so I have some time to clean the house before you come and inspect it?
Sent: North, you can clean better than me, but I will call you just because you asked for it.
: :) Thanks brother! I can't wait to see you!
Sent: I have to go now or they will probably confiscate my phone. As American's say 'Gtg'
: You just crack me up, I will wait until you call me~!
America had noticed England was texting somebody and grew even angrier. How could he ignore me like he doesn't even know that I love him! The American was having a moment of over the top jealousy. Then he saw a small smile flicker across England's face and his jealousy turned into something much more. France, next to America felt him stiffen in anger and he turned his blue eyes over to England to see the small smile grace his lips again. France was jealous and wanted that phone in his grasp to see who had the nerves to make his lapin smile!
Soon, when England put his phone away he noticed that two blue eyes had settled on his figure and two burning looks were making him shiver. Maybe he did need North to take him home. Never had England seen France or America act like this and he didn't want to be alone. No! He will stay strong! He didn't need to be afraid of America or France to text his little brother to save him. He was the freaking British Empire…. or at least he was at one point.
Soon, the awkward meeting was over and Germany let them go back to their hotels for the rest of the day. England was one of the first to leave and began to walk to North's house. Whipping out his phone he pressed the speed dial for his brother and held up to his ear. It was almost picked up the seconded it ringed.
"This is T.V repair shop, how can I assist you?" Came the Irish tinted voice over the phone. It was filled with amusement and England just sighed and a small smile graced his lips.
"Well, I will like to inform you that I am indeed heading towards your house." England chuckled and then heard a few thumps over the phone.
"Where are you?" Came a softer voice and England sighed.
"Outside the Meeting Building, and if you are going to pick me up I suggest that you drive quick. Some of the Countries sorta scared me." England whispered the last part, blushing that he had admitted it to his brother. It was suppose to be a secret, dangit! A shadow fell over him and he gasped slightly.
"I'll be right over Arty, and don't move. I-" North smiled, and grabbed the keys to his motorcycle. His brother sounded truly afraid and then there was some sort of commotion over the other side of the phone.
"Who is this." Came a cold voice over the phone and North momentarily paused by a jolt of fear that clutched his stomach.
"Yer worst nightmare. Wheres Arty?" North growled, his natural Irish accent appearing.
"Oh? And he lets you call him Artie? He doesn't do that for me. Anyways, England is spending the night at my place so don't try to bother him." Then a click.
North brushed his long blondish hair away from his face as he turned on his motorcycle and put on his helmet. He was going to break his own speed limit.
"Give it back!" England roared as America threw the phone in the bushes but he couldn't go get it because France held his arms behind him. "You are going to regret this."
"Non. We love you too much, England. When will you realise this?" France muttered and began to suck England's neck.
England gasped and America chose to seize the opportunity to kiss the slightly open pink lips. England tasted sweet, and like tea. Sweet? When did England have the time to eat sweet things? America thought and then his mind flashed to the phone call and he growled and kissed harder. England knew that help was coming soon and if he didn't stall, they might take him before North could come and save him. Even though… he didn't mind the pleasure he was getting. It was rather refreshing actually. England moaned when France licked a sensitive part of his neck.
"S-stop it!" England tried to squirm out of it, but the two persisted.
"Just enjoy it," France muttered and began to nibble on his ear. England flinched at the small bites, and America began touch England with his roaming hands.
Then a motorcycle came flying out of nowhere and skidded to a stop and a figure on the bike was rather oddly dressed. It was a green suit, exactly like the one that England wore but had a pink apron and a black helmet on.
"What th-" America started and instantly a hand came out of nowhere and smacked him across his face. America was stunned, either that somebody had hit the world power or that the seemingly painful blow felt like somebody had hit him with a pillow.
"You will never lay hands on my brother." The person growled, and America recognized the voice as the one over the phone. And the man ripped off the black helmet and the two Countries were taken it back.
The man looked exactly like England.
Though his dirty blond hair was shoulder length and a small strand of hair poking out sideways, he had the thick eyebrows, the green eyes, and a stern glare.
With a pink apron on.
"North, were you baking scones before you left?" England sighed, but had a small grin on.
The man, North, looked down and slightly blushed.
"I was trying to bake before you got home, and…. OH SNAP THE SCONES!" Norths face shone shock then sadness. "They're probably burned and the fire trucks would be there by now." Then North smiled, and grabbed Englands hand and dragged him towards the bike.
"North, I love your enthusiasm but these men have thrown my phone in the bushes. Could you go please ge-"
"No problem!" North skipped over to the bushes and began looking and giving the Countries a perfect view of his ass.
England turned to the others with a very, deadly look. "You do anything with him, I promise I will kill you, destroy your Country and start being an empire again." And with that, he turned and began to help North look for the phone.
America gave a look to France, and then they nodded. It was mutual.
But you can guess what they agreed about. Can't you?
Alright. North is like a twin, and he is NOT 2P!England. The major difference about him is that his attitude is different, longer hair (soon to be fixed) and that single hair that sticks out from his head. Other than that, they are identical. Soo…. Who should have who? Should it be FrUk or FrNIr (Same for America)? Either way. I am giving the decision to whomsoever wishes it, but I have veto power. School is hectic and I am writing whatever. Also, read Yaoi in Neverland. Its funny from what I hear.