Authors note: Rocky beginning is rocky, yes. That's all.

WARNING: England pulls a "Ginger" reference, please don't kill me!

Meanwhile, In the British Isles

Episode 1 "Lady-Like"

Pt. 3

The next day was a UN meeting. All of the UN was present, except for What's-His-Face. The countries all took their seats and got settled. Russia seemed to be almost levitating in his seat, as if he were in someone's lap. This caused England to begin to flip through a book of spells, which perked France's interest.

"Angleterre, what are you doing?"

"Mind your own business, frog"

France looked at the red head, next to England.

"It's a book of spells, France." Scotland said.

"Now why would you need that?"

"I said, mind your own business, and that goes for you too, ginger." England said with a snicker.

"Ginger?" Scotland half shouted, "What if I turned your hair red as a rose?"

England chuckled, "Not happening, I've seen you do magic, and let me say this, you've got the domestic stuff down, but outside of the house, you're spells are worthless."

Scotland's face turned bright red, as if to mimic her hair.

"Speak for yourself, Angleterre; at least she can cook with that magic. As for you, I doubt that you can even manage cereal!"

England finally gave up looking for a spell and put down his book.

"I am an amazing cook! Besides, cooking is mainly something that women do best, that's why you're so good at it, frog."

"Excuse me!" Scotland said, "Are you saying that women belong in the kitchen or something? Or did I just take that the wrong way?"

"Well, you don't. I mean, think about it; haggis for example. That stuff is gross!"

"Hey! Some of her best recipes come from me!" said France. "Like, her gigot, your lamb leg, is my étuvé."

"Oh, I believe you; I hate every food that you two concoct."

It was then that the meeting was called to order, ending the trio's argument.

"Alright, about global warming-" America began.

The blond began to talk about giant heroes, and how he redesigned it to have rocket boots, so it can move to whatever spot they wanted, easily.

"America, you dolt, that's impractical and downright stupid." England said, interrupting.

"I think what my brother is trying to say is that… well… yeah, that is pretty dumb. Nice thought though." Wales interjected.

The American wasn't hindered though, "What's so dumb about it?"

"Well, firstly, it's not dumb, it's stupid, and secondly, it's stupid." answered England

"What do you think?" America said, talking to the British Isles, considering most other countries don't like arguing with countries like England.

"Well, it is a bit farfetched." Said North Ireland

"Yeah, but the idea sounds nice…" said Scotland, trailing off as she saw Americas face fall. "We just don't have the ability to make that kind of thing."

"I bet big Irish hands could make that." muttered Ireland.

England sighed, "Oh here we go…"

"What I'm just saying. Isn't that right North? We could build something big like that. The problem is that… thing… is sort of stupid…"

"So it is possible?" America said, a big grin spreading on his face.

"No." answered Ireland.

"But, you just said-"

"I know what I said!"

"But-"

A fairly tall and flustered looking German shot up from his seat, "You may all settle you ideas of the possible anywhere but here, we are to be settling the problems of the world here, not whether or not an Irishman could build a giant hero!"

The argument quieted down and Germany began to present his idea for fuel efficient cars.

At the end of the meeting the countries trickled out, talking about affairs, of the political kind, and affairs of the not so political kind. Eventually, after a long debate about French cuisine versus English, England and Wales left to join the rest of the Isles is the hallway, to talk about lunch.

As the group prattled on about finding the nearest pub, they came across a micro nation sitting on a comfy looking chair, drinking a pop.

"Sealand?" England exclaimed.

"Sealand!" Wales said, greeting his youngest brother.

"Hey guys! England…" Sealand said.

"What brings you here? Still working on that whole nation thing?" asked Scotland with a smile.

"Yup, not many people say hi though when I say hi…"

"Well, that's just because they don't know you yet! They will," Wales said, "maybe." he added quietly.

England just rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Wales loved his brothers, but they seemed to hate each other. He knew though that England loved Sealand. He just showed it a bit differently, that was all. The Irelands found Sealand amusing, considering he was stubborn and persistent, like them. Scotland, being the softy she was these days, would back him up and visit him, whenever he was with the Nordics. Mainly because she was friends with Norway, especially after Margret of Norway became her boss, back in the day. But none of this mattered, Sealands name for England was Jerk England and England sometimes calls Sealand the Brat. Wales generally gave up hope for to two when England auctioned off Sealand while he was watching him.

"So, where's Sweden?" England asked.

"I'm not sure, I was waiting for him, but I'm thinking about leaving, and getting some grub." Sealand answered, as if he was trying to prove something.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Yup!"

"Well," began Wales, "We were just about to get some food ourselves. Care to join us?"

Sealand squirmed, at little, in his seat, debating the pros and cons. On one hand, he could prove that he was a nation, and an adult, all in one shot! On the other hand, Sweden told him not to run off, and he might get out the England-box, again.

"Yeah know what? I think I'm going to stay here."

"Okay then." England said with a smirk.

"Call us." Wales said, making a phone with his hand. The others giggled a little at his joking tone as they walked off.

"Wait!" Sealand said, after a moment, jogging up to them, "I changed my mind."

The Isles looked between each other, they thought for sure that he wouldn't go, Sweden would be mad, and his 'neutral' face is scary enough.

"That might not be a good idea…" Scotland said, breaking the nervous silence.

"But they said that I could come!" he gestured to his brothers, now dodging looks from the three red-heads.

"Well, maybe we could find Sweden and tell him first." suggested North.

The group brightened up at his idea.

"Yeah, or we could call him." Ireland said with a snicker.