The meeting was dragging on longer the normally. Partially due to the Kirkland brothers. No one had been expecting England to burst into the room ten minutes late and closely followed by his three older brothers.
Everyone tensed when they saw all the embodiments of the UK together in one room. It always ended badly when the four of them were at a meeting together. It was a rare occurrence for the siblings to get along.
Unfortunately for the other nations, today was not one of those times.
From the second they entered everyone could tell the four Kirkland's were in a bad mood. England would suggest something Scotland would call it stupid and the two would start bickering, Wales would try to calm the two down while Ireland is laughing his ass off.
After nearly three hours of pointless arguments they finally broke for lunch.
"Iggy Dude! You and your Bros totally need to chill out"
Four pairs of forest green eyes glared at the younger nation
"Shut it Laddie" Scotland barked towering over even America
"Can't you see we're perfectly bloody calm?" England hissed his cheeks going red from anger
"Calm down Arty" Wales tried to sooth his brother but that just seemed to make him madder.
"Don't talk down to me! Like I'm a little kid! I'm the united bloody kingdom!"
"Bloody united kingdom, yeah we get it already, you're the flipping united bloody kingdom" Scotland crossed his arms glaring down at him in annoyance.
"Little bros just too big for his britches, what happened to that cute little kid mum brought home! Ireland stopped when he realised what he said
America reading the room for once in his life, decided that was his que to leave.
Britannia was a touchy subject for the four of them, they never spoke of their mother because it was too painful. Except for England who was only a few days old when she disappeared. He simply didn't remember her.
"I'm…I'm sorry-"Irelands spluttering was stopped by Scotland placing a hand on his younger brother's shoulder
"We know bruv, Wales is right. That more than enough bickering for now" The eldest Kirkland smiled as the others nodded and sat down to eat.
However their little cease fire didn't last long, with lunch ending and the meeting restarting, they soon began fighting again.
"I keep bloody telling you to shut your ugly gob and let me speak! England yelled up at Scotland.
"Say something worth listening to then, I just might" he smirked shoving his brother roughly to the side "Now shove off shorty. Why don't you go embroider a frock and leave this to a real man?"
England's face turned beat red "Quit acting so damn childish!"
"Who you calling childish you baby!"
Soon the two began fighting while Wales tried to separate them, Ireland egged them on and Romano was trying to set up a betting pool.
"ALISTER, DYLAN, PATRICK, ARTHUR KIRKLAND! STOP THIS BLOODY INSTANT!"
A woman's voice boomed throughout the meeting hall making everyone stop dead in their tracks. Including the fighting brothers.
Stepping out of a door way of light was a tall woman with long brown curls, wearing a dark red tartan dress and carrying a nasty looking sword.
She emitted conference that only came from a warrior, her face was beautiful yet terrifying just like her forest green eyes.
It was China that recognised her first, the oldest surviving nation he had met almost every nation living or in this case dead.
"Britannia?"
A small smile crept onto her pale face "in the flesh. So to speak."