"AMERIQUE! ANGLETERRE! C'EST MOI" Instantly recognising that voice the 5 brothers leapt to defend themselves. The Irelands pulled out their guns, Scotland pulled a small knife out of his sporran, Wales put his fists up and England pulled out his handy dandy cutlass.
"FRANCE GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!" England screamed as France walked into his living room, dragging Canada along behind him.
"Non, Amérique invited us."
"He did what? AMERICA GET YOUR ARSE HERE RIGHT NOW." reluctantly America came into the living room.
"I didn't invite 'em Ig. France rang, declared he was coming and hung up! What was I supposed to do?"
"I don't know! Not open the door?"
"Ah, Mon Cherie, I let myself in using the key you keep under the plant pot."
"Why are you even in England?" England's brothers sniggered, misinterpreting Americas question.
"Yes, why are you here?"
"We just wanted to visit you, that's all. Don't be too mad England." Canada said quietly. England instantly softened, a sucker for guilt trips from people who look like little lost puppies.
"I'm not mad Canada, just getting a headache. It's been a long day."
"n'aww, poor Ig." America sighed, pulling England up into a hug and kissing his head gently. He heard a gun being loaded and stepped away, hands up.
"Fine I won't go near your brother, now don't shoot me."
"Northern Ireland, Ireland, put the guns away. NOW." The Ireland brothers put their guns away and settled for giving America Death glares. England sighed and walked off, muttering something about needing the bathroom.
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"See! I can't even get near him coz of them!" America yelled jabbing a finger in England's brothers' direction.
"Don't worry America, it'll be alright." Canada said, comforting his brother.
"Why do you care so much? It's not like you can't see him some other time." Wales pointed out.
"Aye Laddie. It's obvious that you and England love each other, but ye needn't spend all your time together."
"Ah, mon cheries. Don't you see? Amérique is trying to 'pop the question' and is failing to quite well." The Ireland brothers cocked their guns once again.
"So, you wanna marry good old England, eh?" Northern Ireland asked.
"Why didn't you ask our permission?" Ireland said.
"I didn't know I had to..."
"THAT'S NO EXCUSE! WE'RE HIS BROTHERS! YOU MIGHT BREAK HIS HEART AGAIN AND WE WON'T STAND FOR THAT!"Wales screamed.
"Break his...?" America was confused.
"AYE YOU WEE BASTARD! THE REVOLUTION RING ANY BELLS FOR YA?"
"LOOK THAT WAS THE ONLY WAY THAT HE'D STOP TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD! IF I HADN'T HE WOULD ONLY THINK OF ME AS A BROTHER AND WE WOULDN'T HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE!"
"SO SEARCHING FOR LOVE IS YOUR EXCUSE FOR A WHOLE BLOODY WAR THEN? THAT'S FUCKED UP! ME AND IRELAND DON'T FIGHT OVER SOMETHING AS PETTY AS LOVE."
"Non, you're fighting over politics and religion, similar to the reasons Amérique had to have the revolution, before he discovered him and Angleterre's l'amour. Angleterre is your frère, don't you want him happy?" France asked, quiet malice in his voice, the Frenchman was, for once, speaking a certain amount of sense. The other nations stared at him in shock.
"Yeah, I s'pose, I mean, England obviously loves you... so... go ahead Laddie, but break his heart and you'll have us to deal with." Scotland threatened.
"I can cope with that." America agreed, reaching out and shaking Scotland's hand.
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Ding dong!
"Who the hell could this be?' England muttered to himself, opening the door and promptly screaming. Somehow every nation in the world had decided to visit. At the same time. England was pissed off already.
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