Hey everyone, sorry it took so long! I'm so glad you didn't quit on me yet. People just don't review me anymore. Yeah, because that really helps my self-esteem! I actually got this idea of a story from something VinxMilexa (that's her screen name) and I made up about two months back.

I sat at the airport waiting for the boys to get back. England was getting tickets, Ireland was taking Sealand to the bathroom which was all the way on the other side, Wales was at the snack bar buying the both of us some food before the flight (there was a long line unfortunately), and Scotland was over flirting with some bottle blonde. Apparently since I came from America I was supposed to go to England before I spent time in my "home country". When I looked over Wales was heading my way with a bag that read SUBWAY on it. I smiled at him and he handed me my meatball sub. He smiled back.

"So, you like meatballs subs?" he asked. I gave a curt laugh.

"You are terrible at small talk, aren't you?" Gloom lines hovered over his head and he nodded.

"It's okay; I'm bad at it too." I said trying my hardest to cheer him up. He looked up with anime tears in the corners of his eyes. He smiled a bit at my failed attempt of cheering him up. I took a bite of my sandwich, hunger gripping my stomach. Ireland walked back over with Sealand holding his hand. The young country sat next to me and smiled. I smiled back at him.

"So, how old are you, Peter?" I asked trying to get out of the awkward silence.

"I'm twelve. What about you?" he responded.

"I am seventeen. In three months I'll be eighteen and can officially live on my own. I couldn't wait to move out of my Dad's house but now that I'm here I guess I won't have to." He grinned wide at me.

"Good." England finally came back, dragging Scotland with him.

"Call me!" he shouted to the girl he had been flirting with. Arthur sat him down and sighed heavily.

"I've got the tickets and out flight leaves soon, so let's board." He handed each of us a ticket with our seats. I glanced at mine. Seat 23. That's a lot of seats. England grabbed my bag and slung it over his shoulder. All it had was some t-shirts and jeans that America had given me along with pajama pants that would probably be too big for my size two ass. Plus he put something in my bag when I wasn't looking. But I don't know what.

"I can carry my own luggage," I said. He looked at me all funny.

"He's British, also known as the most polite of the human race." Scotland chuckled.

I laughed sarcastically. "I know. I'm just so damn tired of being treated like I can't do anything." I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. "Back at home my jackass brother acted like I was stupid. Always telling me I was doing something wrong. Dad never even defended me." Wales and Ireland exchanged glances, Scotland shuffled his feet, England stared at me.

Sealand looked between us, very confused. I sighed. It was an awkward silence…

"GAY BABIES!" I yelled running to the gate entrance. They all caught up to me and Wales asked,

"What?" I smiled.

"Well, my mother had told me when I was five that for every awkward silence a gay baby is born. I live by that and many other absurd sayings.

"FINAL BOARDING AT GATE 13. FINAL BOARDING AT GATE 13." The intercom announced.

"Time to get going." England demanded. Then he started barking orders at Scotland who was flirting with the woman at the gate, Wales and Ireland whom were cooing over a dog in its kennel. Sealand was holding my hand. I thought it was cute how he clung to me. I had never had anyone enjoy my presence as much as he did. Actually, the only one to want to be near me had always been-

"August." I turned to face England. "Are you okay? You look upset." I steadied myself before plastering on a smile.

"Just fine. Uh, we should board, I guess." I explained nervously. He nodded and I followed him to the plane. I found my seat and sat, wondering if one of the boys was sitting by me. Sure enough Sealand came over and smiled, cocking his head.

"I can't see, but are you sitting next to 24?" he asked too innocently. I grinned.

"First off, the number is on the side of the seat, not the luggage compartments and two, yes, it is." He sat down enthusiastically. "Aren't you a bit young to be flirting with me?" I questioned. Peter scoffed at me.

"Flirting? I don't know what you're talking about." He huffed.

"Lesson one in lying, don't say 'I don't know what you're talking about' because then they now that you are lying," I told the little boy. Peter smiled at me.

"You're pretty."

…Huh?

"That was blunt and random." I exclaimed.

Sealand smile beamed. "I know."

I staggered into the guest bedroom at 2 am. I was tired and Sealand had clung to me the entire flight home, I could hear Scotland snoring three rows back, Ireland drinking liquor with this chick sitting next to him, Wales was playing Mario way too much, and the only calm or "good" one was England. He was reading a book. The weird thing was, he kept glancing over at me for some reason. I didn't notice until after about two hours of sitting on that damn plane.

I fell on to the bed and sighed. I moaned at the feel of a soft mattress with thick blankets. The walls were covered with beige and gold wallpaper. The carpet had a silky shaggy feel, crème colored. The bed was four poster oak and gold canopies draped above the bed.

"Nice, isn't it?" I turned my head to see England standing in the doorway. I smiled weakly.

"Yeah. Um, not to be rude, but on the plane I noticed you were looking at me. What- why?" He smiled a bit.

"Well, you remind me a lot of someone. Just the way you react to certain things and your behavior."

"Oh, so now I'm a test subject to be studied. Hm, that seems kinda weird." I paused and chuckled a little bit. "sorry, I'm being rude. Um, so are you going to bed?" England nodded.

"I am. I hope you sleep well." I smiled as he walked out, closing the door behing him. I walked over to the suitcase and opened it up. At the top was a note. I grabbed it and opened it up, suddenly regretting doing so. I read the his slanted text aloud to, of course, myself.

" Alright, 'Dear August. I am so happy that I got to meet you, but stupid England got you first. Just one month and you get to stay with me, yo! I hope you like scary movies!'" I stared at it for a second before pulling out a pair of blue pajama pants. Sure enough, when I put them on they sagged a bit. I crawled into bed, not caring I still had on my t-shirt.

I awoke the next morning to Sealand sitting on me.

"Good morning,child." He smiled at me and snuggled my breasts. I did my best to not bother him because he was twelve nad not yet a pervert. Or so I thought.

"D." he said. I stared at him.

"Excuse me?" I asked him, surprised.

"Your ccup size. It's a D. Scotland taught me how to tell. And their no fake either!" I pushed him off.

"Your cuteness ended." I walked downstairs to the kitchen and sat in a chair at the table. Only England sat at the table. Scotland was looking in the fridge, sort of dancing. I looked around before turning back to England.

"Where is Ireland and Wales?" I questioned. England looked up at me, just noticing me.

"Oh, they were oly there for the conference and took another plane early this morning to go home. Sadly, the eldest leach is still here and won't leave until you do. He's hiding from his boss right now." I smiled as Scotland thumped England.

"So, what's to eat? I am starving!" They stared at me. Arthur grined at me.

"You are proving my theory." He said.

"What theory?"

"About how you are so alike a certain someone,"

"Yeah, I think I know who you're talking about, England." Scotland said.

I sat there a minute, then went to scavenge for breakfast.

Hey, I hope you all liked it. The part where Scotland was dancing in the fridge, I put it in because when Vinx came over I went to the bathroom. My brother came out and started doing that while trying to find something to eat. She was staring at my brother who acts a lot like Scotland. Their personalities are pretty similar. Anyway, thanks for reading!