Hey guys! I'm sorry about not updating in forever! I've been brainstorming for another fanfic that's been in my head for the past month and school has just started up again...ewwww. Anyways, thanks for the suggestions LoveArthur and liechtybakaribbon for the wonderful suggestions and I bet you're gonna love what I have up my sleeve for this fic! Enjoy!

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Chapter 4

England hadn't decided if he should stab something right now or to duck and cover. His choice: hold on to a table leg and hold onto a fork (just in case). As America grabbed his and rushed him to the couch a million thought were racing through his head. " They're going to kill me. I'm going to die. They bloody broke the window I cleaned this morning!"

England's thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. He looked over to the clock placed above his and Americas fireplace. " It's been forty minutes already?" he murmured. England incoherently grasped the fork a little tighter than before and figured he should probably see who was at the door because the knocking had become pounding and it was getting bloody irritating.

He had just gotten up and had taken a shaky step forward only to be grabbed by America and gently put back down on the couch.

" Babe, I got it. Don't get up." America ordered and cerulean eyes beat down on emerald ones.

" Alfred I'm not a child. I can get the bloody door by myself." England pouted but stayed on the couch watching America quickly shuffle to the front door.

As soon as America opened the door a frantic, sleep deprived Scottish man pushed past him only wearing pajama bottoms. (They little sheep on them but that's besides the point.)

" Scotland?" America was ignored completely by the Scot as he ran to where England was located.

" Hey boyo," Scotland crouched in front of England "let go of the spoon. You're gonna cut off the circulation in ya' hand."

" Oh...um..." England set the fork down and glanced at the dining room. The window was smashed up beyond repair and there were bits of food and china scattered all around. His eyes slowly drifted over to his brother.

He was a mess. His hair was curling in strange ways, his green eyes were wide but the dark bags under them were noticeable, his night shirt was completely gone, and his bottoms were slipping a little to much to the left. (They had little sheep on them but that's besides the point.)

"Allistor pull up your pants, and please put on a shirt! It's bloody cold in here and I don't want you to catch a cold!" England gently flicked Scotland on the shoulder. The Scots eyes immediately lit up and he smirked as he patted England's shoulder.

" Ah! There's our England!" Scotland stood up and went over towards America who looked relieved that England was back to normal. (Unnoticed to him, England's eyes kept shifting to the fork that had been discarded onto the coffee table.)

"Now! Lets get down to business. So America tell me about this rock that so rudely interrupted your dinner." Scotland stared at America with a smirk glued on his face.

"Oh! Yeah...it had some writing on the bottom of it," He reached into his pocket and grabbed a piece of paper," I had to translate it because it was in Russian." he frowned and looked to Scotland.

" Russian? Do ya' think that Russia was involved in this?"

" Yeah. And by the looks of it he had it personaly deliverd." He glanced to the broken window in the dining room.

" What did the message say"

" It says um..." he looked at the paper," Revenge is sweet, yes?" he crumpled up the paper and threw it behind him.

" Whats with the revenge thing? If anything, it should be us getting revenge." Scotland asked.

" Well I'm pretty sure it has to do with when he kinda crushed Belaruss' face in with Irelands shovel." America winced at the memory.

" Oh yeah I forgot about that. We had better get everyone over here then. The more the merrier." Scotland lit a cigarette.

" Yeah but it would be better to call them in the morning..."

" That's a bright idea! Should've thought of that before you called me lad." Scotland glared at America and blew a puff of smoke into the Americans face.

"Ah *cough* sorry about that *cough*." America waved the smoke away. " You can take the guest bedroom." he walked back into the living room and found that England had fallen asleep on the couch. Smiling he prepared to pick him up when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. He looked up and met dark green eyes.

" I'll take im' " Scotland said.

" Ah...," America started but stopped when he noticed the green eyes had started to glare at him. He gulped. " Ok!" He replied and backed away from the couch.

Scotland slowly picked England up off the couch and held him close to his body. America vaguely remembered when Scotland had done the exact same thing when he pulled England out of his burning house. America smiled and watched as Scotland slowly made his way to Americas guest bedroom. America followed close behind and when Scotland settled England down in the bed he thanked Scotland for coming to help him and England in their time of need.

America left the room and made his way up the staircase to his bedroom and closed the door softly. He pulled on his pjs and brushed his teeth before making it to his bed and pulled the covers up to his chest. He closed his eyes and before fading into the blackness that is sleep he vagley felt the small presence of someone watching him.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUNNNNN! Ooooh better watch out America! And I wonder what England's going to do once he wakes up to a Scot instead of his America? You'll find out in the next update along with some action from the axis and a very special guest that will make chapter 4 very exciting!

I'm like super sorry for the slow update! Don't kill me! *hides under a rock* I got super bad writers block and *whispers* almost discontinued this. I know really bad! But i promise i will not under any circumstance discontinue this! Thank you for reading! Like, Fav, Review, and Vote!

Love ya lots!