Round Two! Just a little something. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I have never written anything for the whole United Kingdom before so I do applogize if they seem a little OOC. I am toying with they idea of making this a America/England/Scotland/Ireland/Wales but its still up in the air. Let me know what you think

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Deviant

England shifted uncomfortable in his seat staring at his cup of tea refusing to look up. He already knew what he would see if he did. Pale green eyes would be moist with unshed tears and at the same time glaring at him like they could rip his very soul to shreds. God bless why was this happening to him.

"Lloegr?" (England) aw damn it all to hell why couldn't have left Americas on time. If he had left when he was supposed to he could have arrived home gotten his change of clothes and gone to see his queen like he had planned to do. But no. No the stupid American idiot had leaned down to kiss him as he was headed out the door and whispered a teasing 'Ya'll come back now ya hear?' in his ear and he had lost it. And by lost it he meant his clothes and his sanity apparently because he ended up getting leaned over Alfred's staircase and rammed into oblivion completely missing his flight and had to wait three more hours to catch the next one. Not that he particularly minded…no…not at all because though stairs would not have been his first choice in places to fuck, it was sure being added to his list now. His back was aching from digging into the steps but god it had been worth it to watch Alfred's face as he gripped Arthurs own messy locks rocking his hips teasingly slow at first before he complied to his lovers demands for more and picked up his pace.

"Lloegr!" (England) The voice drew him from his dirty memory, a blush fixed firmly across his face as he looked up out of habit at the call of his name meeting the furious eyes of his brother. "Who?"

"Who what?" England asked faking ignorance as he lifted his tea to his lips taking a sip hoping it would settled his nerves and hid the fact that he was extremely guilty looking.

"Who did you fuck last night that you allowed them to…to…" Tears threatened to fall again and his taller brother stood slamming his hands down on the table. "You know what they did Lloegr! Don't make me say it! Do you even know where I was you hychydig cacha! (Little Shit) I was in the middle of a meeting!" Look at what they did!" Wales yelled jerking down the collar of his gray turtle neck showing England a rather large rather familiar looking hickey.

England held back a whimper and a blush as he remembered just how it felt when America had given him the twin to the mark his brother was showing him that rested on his ribs. "Wales I'm sorry. I…It was an accident." He finished lamely looking away again and standing to put his cup in the sink as he finished its contents off.

"Accident! Accident!" Wales practically shrieked from behind him before muttering something in welsh that Arthur didn't bother trying to translate. "Sorry I bumped into something or I was training and took a hit to the side. Those are accidents. YOU LET SOMEONE-"

The sudden silence made England turn and look but he regretted it the moment he did and let out a heavy sigh. "Why are you two here now?" He asked as Scotland and Northern Ireland stood in his kitchen doorway.

"Just dropped by ta say hello is all." The red headed Scotsman said smiling as he looked between Wales, who had fixed his collar back into place and was staring down at his own cup of tea, and England. "I dinna know Wales was gonna be 'ere to. You come to see who accosted our 'lil bràthair too?"

Damn Alfred and his wondering hands. Arthur hadn't said a word to the brat about it but he had felt him brush against Scotland and Ireland several times during the multiple times they had…fought off England's boredom…He knew if he had the wanker would have attacked them in a similar fashion as he had Wales. "That is not any or your concern. You can just mind your business and leave my home at once." Arthur replied turning back around intending to do his dishes but changing his mind when he remembered the lingering marks on his wrists. Oh his brothers would have a field day if they saw so instead he just scowled out the window.

There was silence behind him again. Damn it. Damn it all to hell they were plotting something. They were never this quiet. "Whatever it is don't you even think about it." Arthur called over his shoulder. He caught sight of Irelands reddish brown hair from the corner of his eye and darted to the left, headed threw the dining room to the living room in an attempt to escape whatever evil was about to be unleashed upon him.

"Bloody hell!" he cried out as he was tackled from behind sending him crashing onto his coffee table where. "Get OFF!" He shouted as his freckled faced brother sat atop him trying to keep him pinned. Arthur had almost bucked the other off when Scotland had joined in and the three of them ended up wrestling on the floor. Arthur managed to head butt Ireland at some point making him retreat some and start yelling at him with an accent thick enough that even Scotland paused to listen and try and figure out what he was saying. "hey, We haven't got a clue what your even saying boyo." Wales cut in standing in the door way effectively cutting off England's only escape. Ireland stopped his ranting and flushed red. "Shut up." He muttered. "Now England! You are goin' ta tell us who ye been wrestling with last night or we're gonna start guessing random people and going and asking them about that. You don't want that now do ye?"

Curse his brothers and their insufferable curiosity. "I will not be divulging in my personal life with the likes of you three!" He spat and watched as Ireland gained a dangerous glint to his sea green eyes. "That's fine." He said shrugging leaning in closer to his younger brother. "We like making up our own stories to go along with the marks left behind anyway!" Scotland whispered into Arthur's ear as someone's hands slipped up his shirt and jerked it over his head before he could find a way to stop them. "W-wait!" He yelled trying his best to hid his body from view but Scotland saw fit to climb at top him and sit on his stomach keeping him in place. "Would you look at all this!" Ireland teased poking at hickey left over Wales on Englands ribcage. "Come here Wales I wanna see what it did to you!" Ireland cried abandoning Arthur in favor of tackling his broad shouldered brother and tugging up his shirt too. "Awwww Scot 'e got one too! The little bastard was trying to hid it from us!"

Wales whined and shoved at Ireland making him tople over before the three older brothers turned all their attention back onto England. "Oh would ya look at all these marks!" Scotland teased before pausing when he saw his blod haired brothers wrists. "Oi…What the hell is this!" He demanded and Arthur shoved at him trying to get him to go away.

"It's nothing. Leave me alone you stupid twat." England hissed doing his best to hid the still aching apendages. He had no such luck though as Wales saw fit to grab hold of his smaller arms and jerk them above his head pinning them to the floor so all three brothers could get a look.

"Laddy…" Ireland said leaning forward so they were eye to eye his brownish red hair falling into his face. "You're gonna tell us who roughed you up so bad and we're gonna take care of it for you."

Roughed him up? Arthur though confused before it hit him. Dear Lord they though he'd been forced. "Oh for the Love of the queen you three it wasn't like that!" He snapped.

"There is no reason to lie to us Boyo?" Wales said from above him.

"Aye we're your big brothers and we don't right like you all the time we can't be letting other people run around forcing you to do god knows what." Scotland agreed nodding from his seat ontop of him.

"That's not what happened damn it!" Arthur cursed. "Well it was at first but it was just- See the thing is…" He didn't know how to explain without giving Alfred away and God help the poor bastard if his brothers got their hands on him.

The sound of the door opening and then shutting made all four of the boys look up. "Oh mon cher! I came to see how…" Francis faded off when he walked into the living room to see England and Wales half undressed and Scotland and Ireland looking like they had been through a decent romp already from their previous wrestling. England suddenly seemed to realize how it must look to the perverted Frenchman with his arms held above his head by Wales, Scotland sitting dangerously close to his groin and Ireland unnecessarily close to his face. "MON CHER!" Francis shrieked with joy. "You have become a deviant again! I must send Amérique a thank you! We were all worried about how you would react but I can see the results were très magnifique! (Very magnificent)"

Arthur groaned when his brothers chorused the name together. "America?" Oh the poor brat would never see it coming. Maybe Arthur could get there before his brothers and have sex one more time before they killed him…Mmm ya like on the kitchen counter.

Boy that took longer than a thought and it was only like 3 pages…hum let me know what you think. Next chapter will either be Alfred meeting the brothers of Arthur playing Pirate. Choices choices! Review! I love your reviews soooo much!