A/N: I know, I know, I suck so much. I've got a ton of other stuff I can type up for you guys, and lots of free time in class. Mostly. I finish class projects quickly, which is most of my 4th period curriculum, so you'll have plenty to enjoy soon. Here's a little something based off of an RP that Wind and I did with some other friends. Beware the feelz toward the end. Beware them. Oh, and for now, Romano's curl is not… Well, you know, or if you don't, I won't mention it. -Berry

Disclaimer: Pretty much nothing belongs to me. Only Phili. That's it. Ireland and Scotland belong to Wind, Kit and Kat belong to one of my other friends, and Sicily belongs to yet another friend.

Translations:

Él es su padre – He is your dad

Mi hermano – My brother

Te amo, España – I love you, Spain

Chica – Girl

Ragazza – Girl

Cazzo - ….I'll leave you to translate that yourself since I'd rather not put that on a document on a school district regulated computer.

1909

Ireland, Scotland, and the Philippines, nicknamed Phili, had accompanied their new friends, the Italians, to their house so that Ireland could learn to make pasta. Soon, they were joined by Kit and Kat, the Antarctica twins, and were counting the seconds until England would surely come looking for Ireland and Scotland. After all, they had left in the middle of a World Meeting.

"Roma! Apparently, England is-a coming, so can you handle him?" Sicily, sister of North and South Italy, asked with a hint of fear in her voice. North Italy had told her that England was very scary.

"No," Romano, South Italy, replied instantly. He crossed his arms.

"Roma!"

"No, ragazza."

"I'll go get the tomatoes next time!"

Romano stopped to consider the bribe. "…No."

"…Hmph." Sicily grabbed the curl in Romano's hair and dragged him into the living room, with Romano cursing the whole way.

Not even a moment later, a knock sounded on the door. Romano glared at Sicily and said, "I hate you."

Sicily merely laughed. "You look-a like a tomato. Go answer the-a door."

Romano rolled his eyes and opened the door to reveal England.

"Hello, Romano," he greeted. "Are Ireland, Scotland, and Phili here?"

"Oh, so he doesn't know you guys are here," Ireland remarked calmly to the Antarctica twins who sat in the living room.

"He never asks about us," Kat muttered irritably. She was the least excited about moving in with England.

"We are new, Kat," Kitm the more well-mannered of the two, said gently. She laughed when the wolf pup she had found licked her hand and she patted its head.

"He's used to calling Ireland and I out for trouble. You guys, not so much." Scotland moved his beer out of view. He certainly didn't want his father to know about his bad habits.

"Ye-" Romano began.

"Nope!" Sicily interrupted. "No, they aren't!"

"If he wanted us bad enough to kidnap us, the least he could do is show the slightest care in keeping us around." Kat rolled her eyes.

"Relax, Kat." Kit held out her pup. "Pet Moonlight. She'll make you feel better."

Kat stared at the wolf before shaking her head. "I told you, I don't want anything to do with it."

"Sicily, I can hear their voices. Well, except Phili's, but she can handle herself if she isn't here," England replied calmly.

"How the heck do you know my name?!"

"Sicily, there were place cards at the meeting. It's impossible to not know someone."

Sicily narrowed her eyes and muttered, "Cazzo…"

"What have-a I told you about using words like-a that?" Romano glared at his sister.

"You told me-a not to, but you-a taught me them and-a you're a huge hypocrite."

"Ragazza," Romano grumbled. "Anyway, yeah. They are-a here." He stepped out of the way so that England could come in.

England stepped inside and thanked Romano before turning to his children. "Ireland, Scotland, couldn't you have at least told me where you were going?"

"Nope."

"No."

"I mean, we could have, but it wasn't worth the effort."

"Look, Mr. England! I got a puppy!" Kit held Moonlight up with a wide grin.

Kat sent a stern look to England that said 'don't you dare tell her no'.

England, who noted the look, smiled and patted Moonlight's head. "I'll be sure to get you some money for a collar and some other necessities for it."

"Yay! Thanks!"

Ireland and Scotland exchanged annoyed looks. When they had asked for a dog, England had said no.

Kat smirked in victory. "Oh yeah," she said. She held out a book that she had 'borrowed' from England. "Thanks for lending me this book."

England accepted it. "It's nice to see that you were interested." He knew to just go along with Kat's antics. She was like a dog you couldn't keep on a leash.

"Señor England, Sicily taught Ireland to make pasta so she can cook it sometimes!" Phili piped up.

"It's nice to see that she's finally gaining some culture."

Ireland glared at her father. "I'm fluent in at least five languages, have friends in multiple countries, and I can make dishes from so many foreign countries it makes my head spin, and you think I'm finally gaining some culture?!"

Moonlight had begun pouncing on England's feet, distracting him. "Yes, Ireland," he said.

"I hate you…" Ireland mumbled.

Scotland gaped at his sister. Even with all her complaining, Ireland had never, ever said that she hated their dad.

"What was that?" England asked. He pulled the wolf pup off of his leg and handed it to Kit.

"You heard me," Ireland said coldly. "I. Hate. You."

For a moment, England was shell-shocked. "I-If you'll excuse me…" He quickly left the house before anyone could see the tears forming in his eyes.

Everyone turned to stare at Ireland.

"I think you went a bit too far…" Scotland trailed off, still shocked.

"And I care why?"

"Él es su padre!" Phili gasped. Those who spent time around the visually twelve-year-old nation understood that she spoke with a mixture of Spanish and English, her second and third languages.

"You need to apologize to him, Ireland." Scotland finished off his beer and tossed the bottle into the garbage.

"Why should I?" Ireland crossed her arms. "He's unfair and unobservant and he just doesn't care. He pretends to, but he doesn't. And you want to have me apologize?"

"Yeah, I do. You know what he's been through."

"He should've learned to treat his colonies and territories better by now!" Ireland stormed out.

After an awkward moment of silence, Kat remarked, "I think he deserved it."

"Kat, I don't think now is a good time…" Kit tapped Moonlight's nose to get her to stop yipping.

Phili, who was very sensitive when it came to bad situations, was on the brink of tears.

"Ooo, I wonder if-a that works." Sicily turned to Romano. "I hate-a you."

Romano laughed. "I don't-a care."

"Cazzo…"

Ohio, one of America's many adopted children, popped inside. "Hey, America sent me to find Phili. Anyone seen-" She stopped. "Whoa, who did that? Why is she about to cry? Is this a bad time?"

Kit sat Moonlight on the floor and went over to Phili. "Please don't cry!" Kat wasn't used to sadness, so she didn't know what to do.

Scotland sighed. "Well then… I wonder where Ireland'll go. Maybe to America or France?" He got up from his seat and hugged Phili.

"They were so mean to each other…"

"I know. Things are just rough right now. Ireland wants to have her freedom, but Dad doesn't want to let her go. Just let it pass. It'll be fine sooner or later."

"Living with Phili prepares me for situations." Ohio turned out the pockets of her jacket and started sifting through them. She could care less for the acceptable dress of women. She went around in pants and a jacket. "Let's see… Buckeyes, shampoo, ticket stubs, spare change, aha! Emergency candy!" She unwrapped it and gave it to Phili, who started to eat it slower than she usually would.

"Phili, let's go get some ice cream," Scotland offered.

"…Don't wanna," she mumbled.

"It'll make you feel better."

"Prolly not."

"What will make you feel better?"

Phili took a bite of the candy Ohio had given her before answering. "Can we go see mi hermano?"

"Yeah, let's go. Come on." Scotland took her hand.

They were silent on the way to Phili's brother's house. When the two arrived, Phili knocked meekly.

Spain opened the door and smilied. "Hola, Phili y Scotland! What brings you? Not that I don't love seeing my favorite hermana since you started living with America…" He winced. Spain felt really bad about giving his baby sister to America in 1898, the end of the Spanish-American War. However, they still visited each other fairly often.

Phili hugged Spain as tightly as she could, which wasn't very tight. "Te amo, España!"

Spain stumbled a little to make Phili think she was stronger than she really was. He always did that when she pounced him, to humor her. "Whoa, chica! Te amo. What's with the sudden show of affection?"

Scotland explained what had happened.

"Whoa…" Spain crouched down to kiss Phili's forehead. "It's alright, chica. Is England okay, Scotland?"

Scotland shook his head. "I don't know. I'm planning on going to check on him after I'm sure Phili's okay. When he left, he seemed pretty beaten down."

Spain nodded. "Go ahead. I'll call Japan over here and he'll talk it out with her. He's way better at heart-to-heart talks than I am. We'll play some games and tell stories. She'll be better in no time." He picked his little sister up and pecked her on the cheek.

"Thank you." Scotland patted Phili's head and started on home.

A/N: More coming soon! It might not be as feelzy for you guys as I think it is, but I RP as England, so it made me sad. Wind does Ireland, so she was pretty sad too, but we had to have something to set up the Irish revolution around something.