"A movie? Can we come?" Wales asked popping up from nowhere. His sudden appearence made America let out a manly yelp and hide behind England.

"No Wales, plus, you won't enjoy it." England reasoned.

"We'll just stay here then." Wales said.

"Yeah, we'll stay here." Scotland agreed.

"On our own." northern Ireland added

"Well, I'm hungry. Let's go make something to eat." Ireland declared. England's eyes went wide. Realising for once what was going on America moved away from England and intervened.

"Why don't we all go? But we can see different movies." He suggested.

"Nah Laddie, I wannea make sure you don't mess our England aboot."

"Yeah, we don't want anything to happen, do we?" The Irelands said fingering their guns with evil looks in their eyes. America backed off and hid behind England again.

---

England gave up on the idea of going to the cinema and instead suggested they watch a movie in his living room. It took a while to organise, there was a half an hour argument over movies until they settled on Pirates of the Caribbean: the curse of the black pearl. The six of them all watched Johnny Depp, Keira Knightly and Orlando Bloom pirating about with some amusement. When the movie was over England scoffed.

"Well, that was amazingly inaccurate." He said.

"What do you mean Ig?"

"Pirates didn't act like that at all."

"How do you know that, then?" America probed. In unison the four brothers rolled their eyes.

"You don't listen much, do ya laddie?" America flashed them a confused look.

"Scotland. You know we don't talk about that."

"Talk about what? Ig, what're you on about?"

"England's days as a pirate! Didn't he ever tell you about it?" Wales exclaimed.

"No... Ig, you were a pirate?"

"When I was a little younger... yes, I was. America, can you not remember the stories I told you?" England asked. America shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, I thought you were making them up..." England rolled his eyes once again. The Ireland brothers poked England.

---

"We haven't heard one of your stories in ages!" Northern Ireland said.

"Yeah, tell us a story England!" Ireland joined in.

"Fine then, which one?"

"The one about the Armada!" Wales cried.

"Fine then. Back in 1588, Spain decided that he didn't like my Boss, as she'd rejected his boss's advances, so decided to invade and make me Catholic once again. Spain set sail on a quest to invade and conquer." England began to explain the events, recalling some amusing details, such as Sir Francis Drake refusing to set sail until he'd finished his game of bowls. He explained the events and how he had won. Near the end of his story America's phone rang and he left the room, not wanting to interrupt England's story.

---

He looked at his caller ID in confusion, the word 'France' was flashing. Cautiously he answered his phone.

"Ah! Amérique, Canada et moi are waiting for you et Angleterre in the palace gardens, but you seem not to have turned up yet."

"Wait, why are you waiting there?" America asked. France chuckled.

"Like we're going to miss this! This is one of the ultimate demonstrations of l'amour." America sighed.

"France, there's been a change of plan; we're still at England's."

"What? Amérique, what's happened?"

"He's got his brothers here! I can't get anywhere near him without one of them attempting to either shoot or stab me!"

"Ses frères? Oh! Ecosse, Pays de Galles, l'Irlande et l'Irlande du Nord!"

"Yeah... Them..."

"Well, we'll be right over! Au revoir!"

"Wait, what?" America screamed at the phone, but France had already hung up.


woo!

chapter three

this time not written at obscene times in the morning.

French translations:

Amérique: America

Angleterre: England

Ecosse: scotland

Pays de Galles:wales

l'Irlande: Ireland

l'Irlande du Nord: Northern Ireland