AN: So sorry for not updating! Definitely not my intention to give up a story that hardly begun. Life gotten in the way but I did wrote out this chapter slowly which lead to many reversions of it. As I see it the more time is worked on the item, the better it gets. I love using accents but I decided to forgo them cuz I realized it would be a struggle for some to understand each countries' unique accents. For example: Sweden. Besides, hearing their accents are 100 percent better in my opinion.

Thank you so much guys from the entire world (literally). It means a lot to know this story of mine is still being read despite my year and half long absence. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. :) I promise there will never be such a gap in updates ever.

Sharrkolla - Yeah, England would be the teacher naturally but I wanted a different person. I choose Scotland because I like him and it will also piss England off for not taking it. Also, Hogwarts is in Scotland. Yep, it is France because he is the only person who I can label 'prissy' and I like FrUK too.

Crowned Clown and Anon Masshole- Thank you for helping me with the stereotypes!

Anonymous Texan - Thanks, I know there are mistakes in it but I'm gonna go over it and fix them up. I see what you are talking about Texas and that is a lot of stereotypes for it's multiple cities. However, it could be said the same throughout every State's and Country's cities and their capitals. Either way, this info is good and will help me shape Texas into a person!

FD - lol, your review made me laughed! XD Yes, *fists pumps* I'm relieved Scotland's accent was accurate!

Guest – Wales will be introduced in this chapter along with N. Ireland. As for his personality, it won't be exactly like Italy's maybe the opposite. I have been thinking about Scotland/Wales but you have to read the result in the chapter.

Ivy-Child - Hehe, I actually forgot what the watch looked like. So I improvised. Nope Dumbledore is a goody in this one.

Leylani-sama - Thanks. Whoever goes with him will cause chaos! Wait no more, Scot's brothers are here!

Myrkvun - Thank you for helping with Iowa stereotypes!

Flametile - Thank you!

Disclaimer: See chapter one!

Enjoy!


Chapter Two

Confronting the United Kingdom Part One

"No, you are not allowed to see me." Scotland retorts back harshly. "Not until you fully apologize to me and William."

"Aw come on, give the poor lad a break already." Ireland whined at his older brother. "It was the heat of the moment and I regret it ever since." he replied softly, his mind centered on that night. "I didn't mean the words I said."

Scotland scoffs at Ireland's pathetic attempt to recover his actions. "Bringing out the pity card will not help you in the slightest Patrick." He sneers when Ireland flinches from the use of his human name. "Oh you meant them all right or William would not be much affected by them."

Ireland pouts at Scotland and for a second he nearly caved because he found it cute. Then he shakes his head to rid that evil thought and glares at Ireland. He simply smiles innocently as his aquamarine eyes glinted mischievously.

"Apologize to William and we will see." Scotland's tone was cold as steel from being tricked.

He goes to pick up some napkins to clean up the mess of the broken cup. If he does not clean up his mess, Scotland will be visited by an unwanted visitor during the night. As much as he wants to see her again, he doesn't want to get a lecture based on his behavior during the night.

Ireland looks smug for he nearly had Scotland gave in. Then his face fell as a small- more like a huge part of him knew Alec spoke the truth. Patrick, at the time, did not regret saying those hurtful words towards William. What did those two idiots think he would react? That he was going to take it calmly when he stumbled on them going at one another.

Fuck no! He has feelings for the sheep-humping idiot who was sexing up his rival! Patrick might have had a few but it takes a lot more beer to get him drunk and he badly wished it was a drunk-induced nightmare. No it was not. The pain he felt was worse than heartbreak but the feel of daggers digging into his back and carving out his heart right out. At the same time, Patrick was jealous and envious of William getting Alec's full attention and being adored by him.

Patrick did the one thing he was best at: annoying. He ran his mouth saying the right words he wished to wound. It got to the point where William shut himself in the bathroom without a word and Alec bodily threw him out of the room not before chewing him his own words stung.

It has been nearly two decades he fully saw them again. Of course, he wouldn't be Ireland if he didn't go and annoy someone or be his perky self. England, at the time, tried to comfort him but Ireland knows he wants him back into the United Kingdom as if that is ever going to happen.

Patrick will apologize to William and will give a proper fight for Alec's heart. They may be brothers but he will take him down! As Mama Britannia said, fight for what you want, give nothing back! Wait, that saying was more towards the freedom against Ancient Rome. He shrugs oh well it still imply for the matters of the heart.

The bell above the entrance brings Ireland out of his thoughts. His eyes look around to see Scotland out of sight until his form disappeared around the corner…outside.

"That bloody bastard!" Ireland fumes, walking out of the shop. "The idiot thinks he could leave me behind. I show Scottie he is not the only one with dirty tricks up his sleeve. No one messes with Ireland and gets away with it!" the fuming red head shouted to the sky making England's people stare at him as if he is crazy.

Ireland notices the stares he is getting from. "What are you looking at? Didn't your parents teach you it's rude to openly stare at someone?" He snapped not worried at all but annoyed. So he slipped up and called himself Ireland but it's not like they would take him seriously for it. They would think he is talking about the country not a person.

'Scottie lad, you are in one hell of a ride.' Ireland grins impishly.

The grin vanishes in an instant when the peculiar feeling of being watched and the sense of foreboding. Ireland's body stiffen as his mind went on high alert from this unknown threat. He sweeps the location around him for anything strange until his eyes caught movement of what appears to be the end of a cloak disappearing behind the shop he just exited from.

His eyes widen an inch in surprise. 'Were we being watched this whole time? Was Alec being watched too?' Ireland felt a surge of magical power radiating from this unknown person. 'No... It can't... That is impossible!' Ireland thought taking a step back.

"Alec." he whispered worried for his brother. He turns around and runs towards his unaware brother cursing himself for playing that stupid trick at this time.

Out of the shadows, a pair of unnatural red eyes followed the running Ireland with a lip-less smirk.

*Chibi Scotland appears* ~Hetalia~ *Chibi Scotland disappears*

Scotland saw his chance when Ireland was too busy daydreaming God knows what. He gave the slip and hurried down the street. Scotland parked the car away from the shop in case he saw someone he knew and wanted to get away quickly.

Scotland spotted England's car and rushes to the driver's side. He reaches for the keys but his fingers felt the cloth of his shirt not the coldness of metal. His eyes widen as he frantically searched every pocket including the ones on his kilt.

"What the hell? How did I go and lose the keys already?" he mutters to himself.

"Alec!"

Scotland turns around to see Ireland running towards him with fear written all over his face. Fear? What has gotten him spooked? He was daydreaming a few minutes ago! Whatever it was must be bad because Ireland doesn't get scared easily.

Ireland throws something at him and Scotland lunges sideways catching the item. However he lost his balance and falls using his arms to cushion his landing or he would have face plant. Confused, Scotland lifts his head to see his feet tied up and a chuckling leprechaun dancing an Irish jig. He glares at Ireland as he commands the leprechaun to leave.

"I can't believe you tricked me." Scotland hisses out. "You had the bloody keys the whole time."

"Which is why you should always remember that little detail." said Ireland, getting the Scotsman to his feet. "And I should have thought better before going ahead with the trick." Ireland looks behind him to see nothing... for now.

Scotland didn't miss the look and checked for himself. He didn't see anything but an eerie, cold feeling settle deep within him. It threw him off. Without any protest, he let's Ireland stir him- correction: makes the Scot hop to the back seat since the Irishman won't bother to untie his legs. As much as it irritates him, he will let it go.

Ireland made sure Scotland is propped against the car before grabbing the keys from him and unlocking the driver and back seat doors. Scotland uses his hands and Ireland to help him maneuver his body into the back seat. Once they are in, Ireland starts the car and drives away from the city and towards England's home. Their used to be former home.

"Before you start the inquisition, answer mine first. What has gotten you spooked I couldn't untie myself? We both know it takes more than me leaving you behind." ask Scotland, bringing his knees closer to his chest to untie the rope.

"Abandoned." Ireland blurted out earning an eye roll from the latter. "After you ditched me, it occurred to me there was... someone watching us- you in particular. Or your meeting with a certain eccentric, old wizard." Aquamarine eyes viewing the still Scotsman in the rear view mirror. "What was your meeting about it required you to be spied upon?" he asked, his hands gripping the stirring wheel.

Scotland works on the knot weighing the options in his mind whether he should tell Ireland or not. It became obvious Ireland knew exactly who Scotland talked to. It wasn't that hard to figure out the identity of the wizard. Dumbledore is known to wear tons of purple and anyone can spot him in the distance by his long, silver beard. There is the fact that the news of Voldemort's return will spread quickly. Scotland is surprised he has not heard anything about it now or the others.

He sighs knowing it was inevitable. "Dumbledore arranged a meeting to see him this morning and it was based off of the on goings of the magical world. Before you go blowing up at me, know I had no knowledge of what was talked about."

He watches Ireland nod in understanding but his eyes held no promise. "Voldemort has risen again." Forest green eyes staring deeply into aquamarine through the mirror.

Ireland closes his eyes in resignation grateful they are by a red light. He chew on his tongue to keep the curses from flying out of his mouth. 'Artie, you are getting your arse kicked after we deal with this small, tiny problem.' he thought, anger flaring towards his youngest brother.

"I was hoping you weren't going to say his name." he said in despair,

Scotland furrows his eyebrows together in confusion. "Why?"

"The person who was spying on you... It was someone I didn't-" Ireland takes a couple of deep breaths to steady his nerves. "Garret is going to have a gasket." he uncharacteristically chirps eyes dimmed.

"Patrick," Scotland feels uneasy and he doesn't no why. "For fuck's sake, who was it? Out with it man!" Scot barks not having with the delay. Slightly worried what or who Patrick could have seen to get the normally happy-go-lucky Irishman down.

Ireland turns around in his seat to face his brother fully. "Voldemort."

*Chibi Voldemort appears* ~Harry Potter~ *Chibi Voldemort disappears*

During Scotland and Ireland's little adventure, a cranky Wales and a grumpy Northern Ireland had the displeasure of England's tantrum as he walked back and forth muttering swear words and (empty) threats in a deep Cornish accent. All they hear is 'Scotland is going pay.' over and over again. Then there was something about faeries deceiving him or locking him out.

They were rudely awakened by a perky Ireland who had drunk everyone underneath the table including North! If Germany was invited over a drink, he and Ireland will be the perfect drinking buddies drinking everyone underneath the table even the great drunkard himself: Scotland. They should see how many beers those two can drink before passing out. If Prussia gets involved, well they are definitely going to test that out.

Ireland called them over for a couple drinks even though Wales was hesitant ever since that night. However, North had assured him that everything was going to be fine between them and Ireland regretted it... in a way. After a few pints of ale, the trio were having a merry time as if nothing had happened and it was back to old times. They stumbled into the one of many Ireland's flats and crashed into their beds two hours ago.

Two. Bloody. Hours.

They feel like murdering both England and Ireland but the former the most because he was the one who called Ireland to fetch Scotland for him because the arse stole his car for some meeting. Then Ireland thought it would be a blast to have Wales and North to tag along instead of letting them sleep off their drunkenness.

Nope, Ireland physically dragged them off to where a rainbow stood waiting for them. Ireland kept a tight grip on his annoyed brothers' arms stepping into the rainbow as they were zapped to the other side which was England's house. A bit silly to travel by rainbow but it does get you there faster than a jet. Then he left them to an angry Briton and zapped to where ever the hell Scotland is.

"Oh for the love of God, I can't this anymore!" North yells as England goes in another round of swearing. "England shut your fucking trap about whatever the hell on Scotland! I-" Wales elbows him in the side. "We are supporting the worst hangover ever and rather go to sleep than listen to you bitch and moan!" North rants to an angry England.

England glared emerald shaped daggers at North who glared right back. Wales's cerulean blue eyes move from England to North as the tension between the two brothers grew thick. He would have opted to speak on his own behalf but North is more brazier and the second youngest in the group. He can get riled up quicker you can say Good morning. It is best to say out of his younger brothers' affairs than getting involved directly. A notion Mama Britannia might be proud of in some way.

Wales sighed as he rubbed his temples from the incoming migraine. It is not even ten in the morning and craves for a bottle of ale or the good stuff. Hell he is sporting a hangover from all the drinking last night and he will kill for some now! Actually, he knows where England hides his expensive bottles of scotch and whiskey in his parlor.

With an evil grin, Wales gets off the stairs and walks away ignoring his brothers as they continued their staring contest. He put his hands in his pockets as Wales causally strolls along the side of the house loving the peace and quiet.

A soft fluttering of wings alerts the Walsh country. The dirty blonde turns to the right to see a small red dragon. It flies towards Wales using his shoulder as a perch.

Wales scratches the mini dragon underneath her chin as the dragon purrs in content. "How is the old girl? Ouch!" The dragon bit his finger giving him a reproachable look. "You bit me!"

"I'm not old." The dragon complained.

"But you are!" He avoided the small jet of fire at his head. "Good lord, who would have thought a ten centuries old dragon would still act like a hatchling." He mutters in displeasure.

"I heard that you wise arse!" The dragon hits Wales's head with her tail.

"Enough of this squabble. Wanna share some of Artie's whiskey with me?" He asked as the dragon returns to her perch on his shoulder.

The dragon thought about it for a second before smiling revealing a mouthful of razor sharp teeth. "Sure but I get a bottle to myself." She demanded.

Wales enters the house with a mischievous smile.

*Chibi Wales appears* ~Hetalia~ *Chibi Wales disappears*

The rest of the ride was silent. Not one of the red-headed countries spoke. Both of them lost in their own thoughts from the new piece of information. The car was filled with a somber atmosphere that not one of them knew what to do.

Scotland has his head in his hands not wanting to believe that the evil son of a bitch was only a few feet from him. His initial reaction was to blame Dumbledore for bringing Voldemort to him. Then he rationalize it knowing the old wizard had no idea he would be tailed and watched by the one person who should be dead. Then again, Voldemort always had a way from slithering out of tough situations. Even death's grip couldn't hold him still.

That was not the thought that plagued him. Alec has unknowingly left his brother behind. He should have known something was wrong the moment he felt a magical spark. It felt dark but no, Alec was too focused trying to get away from Patrick. Leaving Patrick in the clear for Voldemort to get him. That would have been bad for not only them but to the rest of the countries. If Voldemort discovered their secret, the whole world would be in his hands.

"Hey." Ireland speaks softly placing a hand on Scotland's own.

Scotland looks up to see they are all ready at England's house. Scotland was too deep in his thought not to notice the car no longer runs or Ireland has moved from the driver's seat to sit next to him.

"Everything is going to okay Alec." Patrick forces Alec to look him in the eye. "The morning's events was not your fault nor Dumbledore's. Neither of us knew that the slimy bastard was going to appear." He added firmly.

"Aye but we should have known he would come for us sooner or later." Alec pushes on looking to his folded hands. "The Kirklands are known to be the most powerful in the magical community. He was bound to target us."

"Well then, we are going to teach the snake what happens to those who messes with us." Patrick half smirks with his eyes sparking of mischief.

Alec returns the smirk with his own. "Ooh this is gonna be fun!"


Well, what d'ya know I finished this chapter at last! It took me a long time to write this... mainly because my laptop broke when I was. ;n; So I resorted using the other computer. I know the ending is lame but this chapter turned out longer than I planned and I had to split it into two. Lucky you. Hopefully I would be able to get 3 up some time soon!

*Question 2: Which countries brought up/raised each state?

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