NOTE : The story will now be England's POV. I just like to make prologues in 3rd person while the rest of the story is in 1st person. If I should switch back, just tell me so.


America looked up at England. "What was Wales like?" he asked. England smiled.

"Wales was, and still is, gentle and calm. She wasn't cruel like my older brother Scotland would end up being." she replied quietly. America cocked his head, confused.

"How did Scotland act?" he asked.

"Well, if you let me get on with the story, you'll find out for yourself."

"Okay!"


Now, my first impression of Scotland was that he was a complete jerk. I walked beside him now, and we were apparently close to his house.

Events from earlier that day were still in my head. Wales sobbing as she begged Scotland to let me stay with her. Scotland refusing. Scotland grabbing my arm and jerking me out of the house, leaving marks in my arm. I looked down at my arm down. Purple bruises were on my arm, making perfectly shaped finger marks.

"When we get to my house, you are to follow my rules. Don't speak unless spoken to." Scotland began as a house appeared in the distance. I glared up at him.

"That's not going to happen, Scotland. I'll do as I please, you bloody git. I answer to no man." I replied. Scotland looked down at me with surprised eyes for a moment. Then he stood and grabbed my shoulders, turning me to face him. Then he smacked me, HARD.

"Don't talk to me like that, England." he ordered, grabbing my arm again and half way dragging me along. I sniffed as I used my other hand to rub my cheek. It really hurt when he slapped me, I can almost see the red mark that is undoubtably on my pale face.

"Don't slap me like that." I muttered, looking down as I hurried my pace to keep up with Scotland.

"As long as you follow the rules and do whatever I tell you to do, we won't have a problem." Scotland replied. I glared up at him.

"Fine, then slap me. I won't do whatever you want, I have my own mind and things I can do." I growled. Scotland glared back at me.

"Wow, I can't believe that Wales would actually want to keep YOU. You're a worthless little thinker. Don't you know girls can't do anything other than household chores?" he snarled. I glared up at him, balling my hands into fists. How dare he!

"You have a lot of nerve saying that to ME, Scotland. I'm not like other girls, I won't just lay down and take that from someone who thinks he's better than me." I snapped. Scotland laughed.

"Are you one of those crazy witches who thinks that women actually deserve rights?" he sneered. I glared at him.

"I'm no witch, but I do believe I deserve rights. Men need to give women more credit for all that we do. I doubt any man would be able to suffer the pain of childbirth and then turn around yelling about women not deserving rights, Scotland."

"This coming from a child who has probably never given birth before."

"Just shut your bloody mouth! That's not my point in this!" I snapped. Scotland snorted as we entered the yard. I could see his house clearly now, though I hadn't noticed how close it had been moments ago.

Scotland's house looked quite a bit better than Scotland himself did. It was a large, white house with a pretty yard outside. A stone path led up to it. Clearly, Scotland had help to take care of it. There is no way that he does this on his own.


To my surprise, Scotland did do most of the outside house work. He wanted to keep up appearances. See, he was an alcoholic who didn't want the other countries to know, out of fear that they would try to take advantage of that weakness.

Inside the house was a different story. The front room was nice, which is why it was the only room non-Scottish guests were allowed to see. My room was clean too, but that was from my part of scrubbing and cleaning furiously. The rest of the house was a complete wreck, and I refused to deal with it. I tried often to get Scotland to clean it, but he told me that if I wanted anything to look better I had to clean it. I refused to clean it as well, since Scotland should have enough respect to get his house fixed.

I wasn't happy here like I was with Wales, but I found an escape. I studied constantly, and convinced Scotland to allow me to get lessons. And so, I got to go to school.

I went to school with a few other young countries and colonies, even though it was strange. One of the weirdest people I had to deal with was my older brother, Northern Ireland. He was a year younger than Scotland, and completely ignored me. He nodded and told Scotland he'd watch out for me the day before, but on my first day of school he ditched me.

As you can assume, it was a total disaster of a day.