"Umph..." England gasped as he was thrown to the ground by Ireland. Scotland laughed beside him, both older boys smirking down. They were 'play fighting' in the same meadow the older boys normally hung out in. England had made the childish mistake of believing Scotland's lie. His older brother had promised to teach him how to shoot a bow and arrow the proper way. Turns out his three older brothers just wanted to taunt him.

"C'mon Sasana, is that all ye got?" Scotland sneered, grabbing the child by his upper arm and pulling him to his feet. England's legs were wobbly. His brothers never hurt him too seriously, but it was still painful.

"You just wait till I get bigger! Then I'll be the one beating you up!" The small boy snarled back. This just sent Scotland, Ireland, and even Wales into a fit of roaring laughter.

"C'mon brat, ye cant even throw a proper punch yet. Like this, see?" Scotland demonstrated by punching Ireland in the shoulder.

"What the 'ell?" Ireland shouted, before proceeding to throw his own punch at Scotland. The oldest dodged his brother easily. It was no doubt that Scotland was the strongest. For now anyway...

While the two older boys were arguing, England tried sneaking away. However, he was stopped by Wales, who promptly stuck out his foot, causing the smaller boy to trip. This caused both Scotland and Ireland to stop fighting, turning to look at England with smirks on their faces. England gulped, this was not good! But just as Scotland grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and had his hand raised, Francis's voice was heard.

"What's going on here?" The French teen asked, walking into the meadow. Scotland lowered his hand, but still held onto England's shirt.

"Were just teaching the wee lad not 'ta mess with his older brothers. Want 'ta help?" The red haired boy replied to France.

France frowned, coming fourth to stand closer to the British Isles. England, embarrassed at being caught in such a vulnerable position, tried to wiggle out of his older brother's grip, with no avail.

"Let Angleterre go." France said sternly, despite the fact that Scotland was almost a head taller than him. England inwardly gasped; Did Francis want to die? Nobody told Scotland what to do, and especially in that tone of voice.

"What makes you think I'd listen to you?" Scotland snarled loudly, advancing to lift England higher into the air.

"Brother...maybe you should..." Wales spoke softly. Ireland glared at the Welsh nation, as did Scotland.

"I said let him go!" France raised his voice.

At first Scotland looked like he would attack France right on the spot. Instead though, he dropped England to the ground a little harder than necessary, causing the child to wince in pain as he landed butt first on the hard dirt ground.

"Get out of here before ya regret it!" Ireland shouted. England stood, backing into France, who swooped him up into his arms and proceeded to walk fast towards the woods. Once they were a good distance away, England instantly struggled out of France's grip, standing back on the ground.

"Are you okay mon lapin?" Francis asked gently, using his thumb to wipe some dirt off of the little boy's face. England backed a step away from him.

"I'm fine!" He growled out, before quietly adding, "Thanks for helping me though..."

France laughed, ruffling the boy's hair much to England's annoyance.

"Stupid frog!"

"Oui mon lapin, whatever you say."

Both boys sat still for a moment. They were by a river, and the quiet rushing sound the water made caused England to feel tired. He rested his head against France's shoulder, and the older nation moved England onto his lap. For once England didn't resist.

"Hey Francis?" England spoke up.

"Oui Angleterre?"

"I still think your stupid."

a/n: A huge thanks to rubyredroses1 and vidami12354 for reviewing. Review and lemme know how this chapter was!

Translations:

Mon lapin- my rabbit (French)

Angleterre- England (French)

Sasana- England (Scottish)

Oui- Yes (French)