Chpt 2.

When the prime minister hurried out of the black door he saw that another or maybe it was the same he couldn't tell, black car was waiting for him. He cursed the sight of the news reporters that where all gathered round the car, trying to get him to say a few words and clicking their cameras like crazy almost blinding him with the flash. He paused next to the policeman, and doing his best to smile and wave as if that was his plan all along. He whispered under his breath at the policeman.

"There are some strange young men upstairs in my office will you kindly escort them out?"

The policeman nodded and went into the building while the Prime Minister smiled and waved while walking to the car, as if he hadn't just been held prisoner in his office. The reporters yelled things at him and pushed forward to get closer to him, luckily there were more police to hold them at bay. He wanted to sigh with relief when he had sat in the car, but he was worried that the press would see him, so he waved and smiled all the way to Buckingham palace. He suddenly found himself admiring the queen, she managed to look friendly and regal when waving, he was sure that he looked like some dopey two year old. Still once they had got past the high iron gates that surrounded the palace he stopped his waving and was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Entering the palace was something very few people got the honour to do. The prime minister couldn't help but feel a little excited and nervous. Once he was outside a grand room with large double doors a man in a tail coat came up to him.

"I'm going to tell you how to meet the queen. As soon as you enter you bow, then walk towards her and bow again when you're in front of her. You will wait for her to speak first, and when you address her it's Ma'am as in ham not Marm as in harm, but the first time it is your majesty. When you leave you will bow to her then walk three steps back and bow again. Do you need me to repeat anything?" he asked the prime minister

"No I believe I have it thank you." He told him

The Prime minister was beginning to feel nervous, but he had been aware that there was a little social dance when meeting the queen. The man in the Tail coat opened the doors for him and the prime minister walked in keeping his eyes to the floor. As soon as he walked into the room he bowed, then he looked up as the doors where closed behind him. As soon as he did he froze.

In front him wearing a brilliant floral hat was the queen, and at her feet where a couple of corgis. But it wasn't her who had made him freeze, it was the four men sitting around her table with her, all which had bushy eyebrows and green eyes which he had thought he would never see again after seeing them in his office. England, Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland and Queen Elizabeth II where all sitting around the table waiting for him to continue his little dance, all with cups of tea in some rare bone china tea set, maybe a Royal Doulton, Royal Albert or a Spode set. The four brothers looked quite at ease, as if tea with the queen was a daily event. The PM mentally shook himself and walked forward then bowed again, his eyes only on the queen. Once he finished bowing he looked at the queen, refusing to look at the brothers.

"Congratulations Prime Minister, I am sure you have worked very hard for this moment." The queen said extending her hand.

"Yes your majesty"

The Prime Minister took it and shook it carefully as if afraid she may break. Once he released her hand she invited him to take a seat beside her, directly across from the four brothers. The Prime minister bristled and looked at them like a dog challenging another. This reaction seemed to amuse them, and the queen. The queen laughed.

"Come now Prime Minister, they are not bad boys once you get to know them. They may argue a lot but I am sure you will all get along." The queen told him. She said the last sentence with a commanding authority to all of the men in the room.

"Oh aye, Ah will play nice, scouts honour." Smirked Scotland who obviously had no plans to do such a thing.

"Especially you Scotland, he is still your Prime Minister. The referendum is not until 2014." The queen warned

"That's what I have been telling him Lizzy." England said

"Brown nosin bas" Scotland spat at England

"Prime Minister please control your countries." The queen said smiling

The four bothers paused to look at the Prime Minister. England and Scotland where standing poised to fight each other. The queen was taking a delicate sip out of her tea cup as if she hadn't just caused the tense atmosphere. The Prime Minister looked at the brothers and back to the queen. The queen smiled and raised an eyebrow. Was she testing him or taunting him? So the rumours were true, she does have quite the sense of humour.

The Prime Minister suddenly felt like something had broken in him, his temper rose and the four brothers looked at him in interest. The queen put down her tea cup and smoothed out her dress, all waiting for the explosion.

"My countries? My dear lady, how could you possibly believe their story? These men are violent, crazy lunatics that locked me in my office! Then they destroyed my carpet drawing goodness knows what on it, then that one (he pointed at Scotland who smirked) has been threatening me ever since I have came into office! This one (he pointed at England who winced) seems to think anything in my office is fair game to him. The other two... well apart from supporting their brother's claims haven't really done anything... but it's probably just a matter of time until they do! Erm ma'am" The prime Minister quickly added the Ma'am in the hopes that he could somehow not get arrested for this explosion.

They all sat in silence, apart from England and Scotland who were still standing while the queen fondled her dog's ears fondly. The Prime Minister looked at his hands nervously. He had done it now, because of these physco's he was going to be forced out of office all on his first day.

"Boy's I am disappointed in you all. I asked you to make the Prime Minister welcome and it sounds like you have been teasing him ruthlessly."The queen scolded the four nations like she was their mother.

The nations looked ashamed. Secretly it amused them that someone as young as the queen, as in their eyes she was a baby, would treat them like children. However she was the one person who could somewhat control the four brothers, so they took her scolding seriously. England and Scotland sat back down slowly.

"We didn't tease him, he just hasn't adapted to us. The carpet is fine Prime Minister, the circle and symbols disappeared once we had finished the spell." England explained

The PM let out a humourless laugh and the queen smiled. Poor England was just making the situation worse again with his explanation. The queen picked up a pile of magazines that she had on the table in front of her under the documentations she had for the PM to sign. She handed one to each of the brothers, each brother trying not to look as delighted as they felt.

"England this is a new cross stitch magazine that I ordered. There is a lovely pattern of some fox hunters in there; if you would allow me to help you, it will be a lovely project. I am afraid I am still nowhere near your level." She told him

"Of course, I look forward to it. You always seem to improve; it only seems like yesterday since I was teaching you the basic cross stitch when you where a little girl." England replied

"Wales that is the latest issue of knitting patterns, I thought you would enjoy them. Plus Charles will be going to the Yorkshire show this year, so I do hope you will come, at least for the sheep shearing and sheep dog trail events. I know it is a bit far from your own home, but it is only a yearly event." The queen said to Wales.

"Thank you I have been looking for some new knitting projects, and I will be delighted to attend the show." Wales answered quietly

"Scotland I have a golf magazine for you and Northern Ireland I have a magazine of Gaelic football, I apologize, I know your brother Republic of Ireland is an avid fan, but I thought you were as well." The queen told the red haired brothers

Scotland said his thanks and dived into his Magazine. Northern Ireland assured the queen that he liked Gaelic football as well and began reading his. The blonde haired brothers hesitated, not wanting to be rude, but wanting very much to read their new magazines. By the time the Prime Minister had finished signing all the documents all four brothers where reading their magazines. The queen smiled at the Prime Minister.

"I told you that they are not bad boys, they just need something to distract them, especially when they are only making matters worse. Now let me explain everything to you in a clear way." The queen said.

The U.K brothers where now so immersed in their magazines that they didn't even notice that anyone was talking. The queen lowered her voice anyway. The Prime Minister lent forward to hear her; after all he truly wanted to know why these men were allowed to stroll in and out of Downing Street and the Palace whenever they wanted.

The first thing the queen did was tell him that the young men sitting reading magazines where actually ancient countries, and that all countries in the world had a personification that was almost immortal. The PM had looked around trying to find the T.V cameras for some kind of reality show, but then he remembered that this was the queen, and she wasn't fond of cameras in her palace. The queen continued as if she hadn't noticed the PM's unrest. It turned out that the royal family had always known about the personifications since the beginning of time but had kept it a secret from the average man. This was for the countries protection, especially since in this modern time it was too easy to harm a nation with nuclear weapons and missiles. When Prime Ministers and Presidents had became "bosses" of countries they had been let in on the secret, which they had to keep as a matter of national security.

The Prime Minister wasn't sure what to believe anymore. If the queen was right, and these young men really where ancient countries, then his world had turned upside down. The queen smiled at him encouragingly.

"I never agreed to any of this" The Prime Minister complained

"I am afraid that you did Prime Minister. To run for election you said that you will do everything in your power to keep your nations happy and safe; it was in the papers you signed. These are your nations." The queen replied waving a hand at the nations who where now arguing over whose magazine was better.

"So being a Prime Minister is really just being a highly paid babysitter?" the P.M replied miserably

"In a way I suppose it is. In your case it is more like being a referee." The queen joked

"What happens to an elected official who leaves after they have served their term?" the PM asked nervously

"Every country deals with that differently. Here in the U.K the Prime Minister has his memories of the four of them erased by their magic. " The queen responded hesitantly

So it was a miserable Prime Minister who left the queen. The four nations had decided to leave with him and waited at the queens door for the PM to finish his little social dance, as none of them had to do it. He walked towards the black car which was a different one again with tinted windows; he didn't say a word to the four brothers who were looking at him uneasily. He just sat in his seat next to Wales and Northern Ireland while England drove with Scotland sitting beside him in the passenger seat. With the tinted windows protecting him from the press's and spectators view the Prime Minister could look as depressed as he wanted.

"Is it really that bad being our boss?" Northern Ireland asked

The Prime Minister noticed that all four brothers tensed up while waiting for his answer. The nasty side of his character told him that he should stay quiet and let them get more nervous and tense. But the Prime Minister wasn't that kind of man; he was a man who kept the promises that he signed his name too. It just so happened that he had signed a promise with these four young men or rather ancient men.

"No it's not like that. This just isn't how I imagined things. To tell the truth I am not looking forward to having my memory erased." The Prime Minister told them

"It doesn't hurt. I have had my memories erased of my past. I can't tell you much of what happened before Ancient Rome came. If I think back most of it is just a haze, but don't worry Alba, thought that's Scotland to you, has got much better at wiping memories, we all have. We will just replace parts of your memory with a belief that you're just dealing with landmasses and populations." England tried to say in a comforting way.

The Prime Minister still wasn't convinced. His sense of reality had just turned into a mess by the existence of these four brothers. He was still sceptical about magic, but then he supposed the brothers would make him change his mind about that too.

On the short journey back the brothers had decided to give the prime minister advice for his elected term. If he had expected wise words from the ancient countries he was sadly mistaken. Their advice was only to berate each other, and the Prime Minister had to remind England many times to keep his eyes on the road and his hands on the wheel as he tried to fight his brothers. They were still arguing when England pulled the car outside Downing Street.

"Shut up now all of you! You'll give away your supposed great secret, and the queen will have me shot!" The Prime Minister yelled while massaging his temples.

"Ach, we dinnea want tha now dae we? " Scotland teased

"Shut up Alba otherwise I'll-" England whispered the rest of his sentence into Scotland's ear that made the pale skinned Scottish man even paler.

"Yer a de'il" Scotland hissed back at England

"Aren't I?" England smirked

"Enough! Let's just get out of the car and passed the reporters without any mishap okay?" The Prime Minister scolded

To the PM's relief the four got out of the car quietly and seriously, truly looking like they where his body guards. Had they all been wearing black suits and blue tooths before? The Prime Minister was certain that when they had been in his office before they had been wearing something else. Still he wasn't complaining, as England opened the door for him and Wales. The four clustered around him in a body guard like position while the Prime Minister beamed at the citizens of the U.K that crowded round like the reporters and police.

As soon as they had all entered the house the policeman the PM had sent up to his office approached them. The Prime Minister shooed the brothers away to try and keep his embarrassment to a minimum. Unfortunately for him the nations hide on the staircase out of his sight but in hearing distance.

"Sorry Sir, but when I checked your office I didn't see anyone."

"That's fine. Good job constable." The Prime Minister muttered

He left the constable and climbed the stairs, only to see four nations smirking at him. He glowered at them as he pushed past them to get to his office. As soon as he reached out for the door handle of his office England pushed him aside.

"Some things not right here." England muttered.

England opened the door. A blur of long blonde hair and fashionable clothing raced past the Prime Minister and the other three nations and wrapped itself around England. England was blushing heavily, that or rage was making his face red the Prime Minister couldn't tell. The other blonde was a male with blue eyes and a short beard that suited him well. He was hugging the struggling England while his brothers just laughed at England's discomfort.

"Bonjour, moi cheri Angelterre!" The mysterious blonde said