Hi guys. I tried to do the different accents but I think I failed, I just hope that I don't offend anyone. Please review! I don't own anything but Scotland, Ireland and Wales.

Brothers: don't you just love 'em

My first World Meeting

England pulled on his jacket, finished doing up his tie and checked himself in the long mirror hanging on his wardrobe door. Brilliant. He was getting ready for the world meeting that was scheduled for today in New York and didn't want to look like he had spent a night on the streets. Despite what some people thought -namely his brothers- England took pride in his appearance. After all who would want to form an alliance for trade or other important things with someone who looked like they spent their life in the woods?

He had a reputation to uphold. It may not be the same as his pirate or punk reputations but it was a reputation none the less.

Green eyes flicked to the clock on the bedside cabinet. 9:03. Excellent. He had a chance to relax for a short amount of time before he had to leave.

"Whatcha up to?"

Well bang went that idea. England spun around to find Scotland lounging against the wooden door frame, arms folded, feet crossed at the ankles.

"I'm getting dressed" England said carefully. Scotland couldn't know about the meeting, what if he wanted to come?

"We 'ave nothin' intrestin' goin' on taday" the Scotsman said, "Why don't ya put some more comfortable clothes on?"

"Well I'm going somewhere and I wanted to look presentable."

"A meeting?" England said nothing and that was all it took for Scotland to connect the dots, "A world meeting?"

The blonde sighed "Yes."

"Can I come?"

"Of course not. I represent the UK in these types of things, remember? There's no need for you to worry yourself with these matters."

"I'm nae worryin' meself! I just want ter come with ye, I've never been tae one of these world meetin' thing's before."

"I can assure you that you're not missing much" England replied curtly, picking up his briefcase, "They're quite boring" he pushed past Scotland into the corridor and started walking away, "Just a bunch of countries arguing about politics and things, nothing actually gets accomplished."

Scotland hurried along behind his younger brother "I still want ter 'ave a look, I willnae go botherin' ye."

"You're staying here."

"Who's staying where now?" Wales asked as he emerged from his bedroom, still dressed in white fluffy pyjamas with sheep on, in time to follow his brothers into the living room.

"Scotland is staying in this hotel room" England answered before turning back to face his oldest brother, "You're lucky I let you come to America with me. Don't push your luck."

"Push what?" Northern Ireland appeared from the kitchen holding a glass of water in his hand.

"We're nae talkin' about you." Scotland snapped, he was still shadowing England's every move, "He willnae let us come ter the wold meetin' with 'im!"

England sighed. Now they'll all want to come.

"A world meeting? Can I come? Can I bring my leprechaun?"

"If Ireland gets to come then so do I!"

"We willnae trouble ye."

"Please, England" Wales pleaded, "We won't make fun of you when you dress in your punk clothes ever again."

"If you don't let us come with you we'll make you wear your punk clothes to the meeting!" Ireland added.

England shrugged "It's not like I haven't worn them to a meeting before." With that he turned on his heel and marched out of the living room door.

"Please?" Scotland shouted after him.

"No. None of you are coming! You'll probably get bored and you know what happens when you three get bored, and you'll probably rope me into your antics and then I lose all the respect that the other countries have for me."

Wales deflated a little. He disappeared into his room again with slumped shoulders. Scotland, however, didn't give up but instead changed his tactics "I willnae get bored! I need the experience for when I leave the house" he stated as he and followed their brother.

"You and I both know you'll never actually do that. You'd have to do your own chores and cook for yourself, do all of your own work, bills and taxes."

"I could do that if I wanted!" Scotland defended, he folded his arms and stopped in the middle of the corridor, "I'll prove it ter ye."

"Come on, England!" Ireland said dragging a grumpy Scotsman along with him as he walked, "Let us come! We won't get up to mischief!"

"I want to believe that" England opened the hotel room door and set off towards the lifts.

"I'm ready!" Wales screamed as he bounced out of his bedroom and raced after his brothers, grabbing the room key off a table as he ran, now dressed in a musty smelling suit. He caught up just in time to jump through the lift doors as they were closing. He landed head first inside the lift successfully managing to knock over Ireland.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" England asked as Wales and Ireland sat up rubbing their heads.

"Coming with you."

"No! You're not!" The door pinged and England walked briskly into the lobby. His three brothers snapping at his heels like children.

"Why not?"

"Give us a chance! Please?"

"We're countries too! I donae know what the fuss is about."

"NO!" England's voice shot down his brothers' pleads and bounced around the lobby walls, "You are not coming and that's final!"

A beep came from the road outside.

The car had arrived.

Scotland, Ireland and Wales looked at each other before sprinting towards the car despite England's protests as they knocked him sideways. They shot through the revolving door and piled into the back of the waiting taxi as if their lives depended on it. The driver -with a bemused look on his face- closed the door behind them.

England stomped through the revolving door with a scowl on his face. He thought about shouting at them but knew that it would be pointless. With a sigh England sat in the passenger seat. He ignored the chorus of "WE'RE GOING TO THE MEETING, WE'RE GOING TO THE MEETING!" that had erupted from his brothers and silently prayed that they wouldn't start WWIII. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if he gave them a chance. Deep down he was happy that they were coming, it would be entertainment for him.

What England didn't know was that the world was about to see how childish he could be when around his brothers.

The taxi pulled up outside of the meeting place, Scotland, Ireland and Wales jumped out of the car and ran towards the large building. The driver thanked England as he handed over some money and with a sigh followed his brothers inside muttering under his breath.

England ran to catch up with the three countries, he grabbed Scotland's wrist and pulled him back a few paces "I have a few rules for you."

Wales and Ireland nodded showing their enthusiasm.

"And they are?" Scotland asked.

England let go of his brother's wrist and held up one finger "Number one: Stay where I can see you." Then he held up another," Number two: Don't talk during the meeting or Germany will get annoyed." And then a third, "And number three: Don't use magic!"

"Yes, sir!" Ireland saluted, "Can we go in now?"

Glaring at the path England nodded "Come on then" he sighed, "Let's get this over with."

Jumping for joy the three countries ran into the building and walked into the conference room trying to look important. The other countries looked up from their chairs when they heard the sound of the door opening looked surprised to see them. They looked even more surprised when England joined them "I told you to stay where I can see you!"

"And we did!" Wales smiled.

Battling the urge to bang his head against a wall England sighed once again. France looked at the group of brothers with a smirk on his face "'Aving fun Angleterre?" he asked.

"Bugger off, Frog" England replied, "Can't you see I'm busy?"

France opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a hyper American. "Sup, Iggy?" America shouted flying across the room so he could pull the smaller nation into a hug.

"The sky" England answered drily deciding to ignore the nickname in favour for a bigger problem. What to do with his brothers.

Wales was looking around with childlike wonder "Wow! So this is a world meeting."

"We're finally here!" Ireland shouted, dancing around in a circle.

America looked at the brothers with confusion "Who are they?"

"They, Amérique" France began, "Are the personifications of the United Kingdom. Also known as England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland."

Scotland frowned at the American "Ye never heard of the Uk before?"

America nodded "I have! But I've never heard of you three before."

"Why?" Ireland asked, "England must have told you about us."

"Well the other countries don't know that I have brothers..." England trailed off as he got glares from said brothers, "What? It's not my fault! They never asked!"

Successfully gaining the entire room's attention -whether they where aware of it or not- Scotland and Ireland shouted at the top of their lungs "But you should want to talk about us!" Ireland protested, "They shouldn't need to ask!"

"Why didn't you tell them about us, England?" Wales asked, trying to pull a cute face.

"Did ye not want to tell them?"

"Um..well..."

America stood by England's side and watched the scene with amusement -along with the rest of the room- so Iggy had brothers? That was news to him.

England could sense that his brothers were about to jump on him so started slowly backing away. He turned and ran just as Ireland lunged for him. The blonde pushed passed America and jumped over a chair before jumping up on the table and sliding over it knocking important documents in the process "You'll never get me alive!" he shouted.

"Get your arse back here wee brother so I can kick it back to the British Isles!"

Now the entire world was watching intently.

"I'd like to see you try!" England shouted back at the redhead, laughing.

"England, I'll set my sheep on you" Wales shouted across the room.

"I'll delete all the Doctor Who episodes you've recorded!" Ireland added.

That made England stop laughing mechanically "You wouldn't dare" he growled.

"Try me."

In a flash England was back over the table and standing in front of Ireland "I will personally make sure that your leprechaun never sees the light of day again" He growled.

"Guys! Can we just get on with the meeting now?" America asked, even if it was amusing to him the American had an awesome presentation to show everyone.

England seemed to remember where he was and froze in place. With a blush crawling up his face the blonde nation went over to his seat, dragging Ireland and Scotland along behind him. Wales scurried behind them and sat down in the chair England pointed to him "Stay."

The first half of the meeting went by without any problems. Scotland was happy to sit there listening to what Germany had to say as was Wales. Ireland too had been listening intently until his eyes landed on his sister, the Republic of Ireland, immediately he began to feel angry and the feeling of betrayal raised itself to be shown.

When Italy called for a break so he could eat his pasta Ireland was quite happy to rush out of the room and away from his twin.

During the break England and Scotland ended up wrestling on the floor over some silly thing while Wales cheered them both on. Ireland stood watching silently and jumped as England shouted his name "IRELAND! He threatened to break my Harry Potter DVD's!"

"Well ye were makin' fun of me kilt."

"It's a skirt!"

"It's a kilt!"

"It's a skirt!"

Their little scuffle was broken up by America "Iggy, dude, come on let's go get some lunch I'm starving bro!" And so said nation was dragged off by America towards the room that had food set out for them all.

Scotland looked up from the floor at his brothers "Food!"

Once the meeting had started again Scotland found himself to be bored. Very bored. One look at Wales and Ireland told him that they too were uninterested in what was going on.

Scotland started to tap his leg while Wales started to count sheep. Ireland decided that he was going to poke England's arm.

"Stop it" he hissed, trying to swat Ireland away.

Ireland ignored him "I'm bored!" he whispered back, not once did he stop poking.

"We've got 10 minutes left" England replied quietly, "Can't you just daydream or something?"

"I don't daydream."

The poking continued.

England lost his concentration on the presentation and could only focus on the tapping on his arm. His frustration rising England slapped Ireland's hand away. But he just kept poking him in a different place. When his frustration reached boiling point England forgot where he was, once again, and lunged for his brother knocking over both their chairs and slamming Ireland on the floor.

Germany sighed and walked over to the fighting brothers, he pulled them apart and looked sternly at them -a look only used when scolding Prussia- his eyes narrowed.

"He started it!" England and Ireland pointed to each other.

Sighing Germany let them go "The meeting has ended, let's go home."

When England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland arrived at their hotel room England turned to them "And that is why you are never coming to a meeting with me again."