Scotland's POV
'Now where is that brat? I'm very sure that he was finally caught by his king.' Scotland thought to himself as he look around for his younger brother, he might not act like it but he truly care about him, Albion...their little bunny...it is all that bastard Rome's fault for turning their Albion like this, filling his head with garbage about how he's Britannia and how he needs to take over our land. What a joke, Britannia is all of them together, not just their little Albion. He felt his heart stop when he saw Albion talking and laughing with stable boy, he looked and act so much like how he used to before Rome took him away from them and he couldn't help but call out with hope in his voice. "Albion?" He didn't turn to look at him or even show any sign of hearing him called for him but he did turn around and start running away. "Shit!" He hissed as he chase after his brother but it didn't take long to lose him. "Dammit!" He yelled as he punched the wall next to him.
"Well that isn't very nice, what did the poor wall ever do to you?" He look up and frown when he saw his other two brothers, Wales and Ireland, walking towards him. "Have you seen Albion?" He asked and they nod his head. "Yeah but he's just like he always is, rude and grumpy." Ireland informed him, making Scotland frown. "That wasn't what I saw, guys...I saw it...our little bunny...how he used to be when we were together." He told his brothers who both gave him a disbelieving look. "Are you sure you're not just seeing things?" Wales asked, they all long for days when their Albion was innocent and happy but they all know that will never happen. "I know what I saw!" He growled. "And this is what we're going to do..."
Britannia and England's POV
'Britannia...why did we run away?' England asked curiously as Britannia lock the door to their room. 'They are here. Our brothers are here.' He clutch his fists as he walk towards their bed and drop onto it. 'Oh! Well shouldn't we go greet them?' 'NO! Listen to me carefully, England. Do Not, I repeat, Do not talk to them. If they know about you they'll just use you against me!' 'But...their our brothers...' 'This is a life of a country, England. Brothers will turn against each other. Now let's drop this subject, I want to see you.' He got comfortable and gets ready to enter their mindscape. 'Okay...' England wasn't pleased with what Britannia told him but he doesn't want to upset him so he dropped the subject enter their mindscape.
They stayed there just enjoying each other's company when they both suddenly felt someone tieing their body up. "Shit!" Britannia hiss as he take over their body, opening his eyes to see his brothers green eyes staring down at him. He glare at them while growling. "What do you want?" "See Scotland, he's still an ass." Ireland said in annoyance, but there is a hint of disappointment in his voice. "What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Britannia hissed. "I saw you with that stable boy, you know I did. I called you, Albion." Scotland said. "Don't call me that! I'm Britannia!" He hissed angrily. "Britannia is who we all are! You're name is Albion!" Scotland yelled. England watch the brothers fight with sadness in his eyes, he can see that their brothers are truly worried about Britannia but he is too filled with anger to see it. So England did something he has never done before, he forcefully take over their body and look up at their brothers and smiled brightly. "Hello, my name is England." He greeted as a shock Britannia froze in place, England has never done anything like that, he wants to be angry but England is sending him waves of calming emotions to keep him calm.
Their brothers can only stare in shock, they just watched the hate and anger in their youngest brother's eyes turn into innocence, curiosities and most of all...trust. He is looking up at them with so much trust in his eyes...just like when they were younger...before Rome. "Are you alright?" England asked worryingly when none of them said anything. "Ye-yeah...we're fine." Wales said softly as they continue staring at the child in front of them. "Okay...so...what's your names?" He asked, hoping it'll snap them out. 'You broke them.' Britannia chuckle. "Hello?" England wave his hand in front of them, feeling even more worried because of what Britannia said. "Huh? Oh yes...I'm Ireland." The brother with dark red hair said. "I'm Scotland." The brother with lighter red hair said. "And I'm Wales." The brother with darker shade of blond hair then theirs said. "It's nice to meet you all!" England said happily.
"Okay you better start explaining what's going on here." Scotland said as he cross his arms. "We're not too very sure ourselves. I just appear...Britannia asked why do you care?" "Because he's...you're both our little brother." Wales said softly. England suddenly frown. "I can't say that to them, it isn't very nice...well they seem nice, maybe we should give them a chance..." He said to Britannia, unknowingly talking out loud.