Author's Note: I just realized I forgot the translations for the French last chapter... -_-" I put them in now. Go look, if you want.

This chapter should be relatively short... Since there's only 4 of them, instead of 52 Americans or 15 Canadians... (including the nations themselves) To make up for this, the provinces/territories/states will be making a reappearance.

Also, notice the chapter title. "Great Britain and Northern Ireland" is abbreviated because the UK's full name... doesn't fit in the title box... It only fits up the the "and". So yeah. Sorry!

"Oh, no. Not them..." America whispered into the deathly silent meeting room. All the states, provinces, and territories were watching him and Canada.

"You started this. Go deal with them!" Canada gave his twin a light shove.

"No! I'm staying right here!" And with that, America planted himself firmly on the ground.

"Fine, then," Canada said as an idea suddenly came to mind. He smiled evilly. "Brother, what do you say we put on a little show for them?"

After a moment, America seemed to understand. His resulting grin matched his northern twin's perfectly. "Yes. Let's."

Before, outside the UN building...

"Bloody hell. I can't believe I actually went along with this..." England grumbled as he parked his car.

"Cheer up, lad. It'll go fine." Scotland leaned over from the backseat, throwing his arm around England's shoulders, only to get it promptly shoved off. "Of course, the boys probably only invited us for me."

"Ha!" Wales laughed sarcastically. "Oh, Scotland, you do think so highly of yourself, do you not?"

"Of course! I AM the little Canadian's favorite uncle, after all!"

"Oh, really, now?" Wales raised his eyebrows. "Perhaps you are Canada's, but I am Australia's!"

"Well, Australia is not here, now, is he?" Scotland smirked.

Wales bristled. "He's at a geographical disadvantage, and you know it!"

"Uh huh. Because everyone knows that-"

"Oh, sod off, both of you," England interrupted. "Get out of the car!"

Grumbling, the two siblings opened their respective doors and climbed out, still arguing about the merits of Canada versus Australia.

"North? You coming?" England said, looking back at his other brother, who was still sitting quietly in the front passenger seat, like he had been doing the entire ride.

Northern Ireland blinked. "Oh! Oh, yes."

Quickly, the youngest of the UK siblings scrambled out of the car and into the building.

England sighed. "This is why I represent us..."

Inside the building...

"They refurnished, didn't they?" Scotland asked, eyeing a vase suspiciously. "This wasn't here last time..."

"No, it appeared of it's own volition one day, just waiting to wake up and eat an unsuspecting nation." Wales rolled his eyes. "Of course they redecorated!"

"Well, excuse me for being wary! For all you know, there could be someone hiding in there waiting to attack us!" Scotland cried, throwing his hands up.

"Crap!" came a voice from the vase.

They all froze as shushing noises issued forth. Wales looked at Scotland. Scotland looked at Northern Ireland. Northern Ireland looked at England. England sighed.

"We hear you, you know. Come out now."

"AH! IT'S HIM!" Jumping from the vase, two blurry figures screamed and ran down the hall so fast, the Italians wouldn't have been able to do it.

"Who was...?" Wales left the question hanging.

Scotland was too stunned to even make an "I told you so" face at him.

In the meeting room...

DC and Nunavut were bent over, hands on their knees, panting for breath.

"How did it go? How did it go?" Most of their siblings and cousins crowded around them, jabbering for information. Nunavut shot them all a glare.

"Next time... make... someone else... go!" DC managed to get out.

"But you and Nuna are the smallest," someone pointed out. This got the crowd another couple of glares.

"Enough of this, did you place the equipment?" Alaska demanded.

"Yes, but we weren't able to stay!" Nunavut complained.

"It doesn't matter, Nuna, the equipment is automatic." Yukon stepped up to her western neighbor. "Come on, Northwest, Alaska, BC, Washington. We have to go monitor their progress before we can join in the action. Nuna, since you're here, you might as well come too. And DC."

Together, the Pacific northwest, the territories, and DC left the room.

"Alright everyone! We all have our jobs, so get to it!" Delaware called out.

"Who made you boss?" Quebec grumbled, but he followed the instruction along with most of the others.

Maine sighed. "At least it wasn't Ontario..."

"Hm," New Hampshire agreed.

Back out in the hall...

Northern Ireland glanced at the ceiling again. "Flying Mint Bunny says there are people up there," he said casually.

His three other siblings all spluttered to a halt.

"What?" England asked. "Where is Flying Mint Bunny?"

"Up there." Northern Ireland pointed.

"What did Mint Bunny say?" Scotland asked.

"There are people up there," Northern Ireland deadpanned.

"And exactly why, will you please ask Mint Bunny, are they up there?" Wales demanded.

Northern Ireland shrugged. "Doesn't know."

Then he resumed walking as if nothing was wrong, while his brothers stared at the ceiling.

A minute later...

"I swear, there is something wrong with the building!" Scotland finally burst out. "It's CREAKING!"

"Shut up, you wanker! I'm trying to do a spell here!" England shouted at him from the place where he and Northern Ireland were attempting to construct a spell circle.

"Aw, I think Scotty's afraid of ghosts!" Wales cackled gleefully.

"I am not!" Scotland responded hotly.

"I think I've finally found out where little America gets his fears from!" Wales continued, ignoring his fuming brother.

"Why you little-!"

"Oh, no! Look, it's a ghost!" Wales exclaimed in mock horror, a smirk on his lips.

With a scream of fury, Scotland launched himself at Wales, and the two fell to the ground, fighting.

England sighed in frustration, abandoning his magic circle. "Come on, North, we'll leave these magic-less imbeciles to it."

Northern Ireland nodded, and followed his brother away as the other two continued fighting.

A few moments later...

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

The scream echoed down the hallway as Scotland and Wales came barreling around the corner toward England and Northern Ireland, who had turned around in confusion.

Calmly, Northern Ireland held out a palm and said a quick spell to keep his brothers from bowling him over.

"What now?" England asked irritably.

"T-T-T-The..." Scotland pointed a shaky finger.

"IT'S COMING FOR US!" Wales yelled in terror, then curled in on himself and started trembling.

"What's coming for you?" England asked. Then he saw Northern Ireland's ashen expression.

Slowly, he turned in the direction his brother was pointing toward. Just as it was about to come into view...

The lights blinked out.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

England flinched at the scream, then muttered a light spell. A small ball of magic flared to life in his palm. Beside him, Northern Ireland held one as well.

England examined his brothers. Northern Ireland's normally stoic exterior had cracked, and his face was drained of color, but otherwise, he was fine. Scotland and Wales were clinging to each other in terror, but they, too, were not harmed. England sighed.

"Curse this building. Why aren't there any windows in this hall?"

"There are."

"Pardon?" England turned to his youngest brother.

Northern Ireland looked back as calmly as he could manage, considering the situation. "There are windows in this hallway. They're being blocked by magic. Surely you feel it too?"

England cursed under his breath, his senses on high alert. Suddenly, he spotted a light in the distance. He glanced at Northern Ireland, who shook his head.

Slowly, the light grew closer and closer.

"Who's there?" England called out.

The light stopped. All was silent for a moment, as if they were waiting for each other to move.

Then a high-pitched voice called out, "THE BRITISH ARE COMING!"

Lights flickered into being all around the UK brothers, but they did nothing to alleviate the dark. Whispery voices began to chant, a few at first, but slowly growing in number and strength.

"The British are coming, the British are coming. They're coming, they're coming, they're coming, they're coming..."

Other voices began to join them, this time lesser in number.

"They're coming to turn brother against brother, to take us away, to tear us apart. Apart, apart, apart, apart..."

Wildly, England spun around, trying to see who was speaking, but his light never reached the owners of the voices. Instead, the chanting just grew louder and louder until...

"ATTACK!"

The lights flared up again, blinding the UK brothers as more than sixty children and teens swarmed them, crying out battle cries and waving a mixture of American state and Canadian province/territory flags, along with all of the versions of their nations' respective flags from all the different eras of history.

Once they were all pinned to the ground, the UK brothers were finally able to get a good look at who had attacked them.

"UNCLE SCOTLAND!" An overenthusiastic Nova Scotia was glomping Scotland so tight that he couldn't move, much to her siblings' and cousins' shock.

"Hehehe... THIS IS REVENGE!" Massachusetts yelled from on top of England, who spluttered in rage.

"Don't you DARE move." British Columbia said, glaring at Wales, who gulped.

"Hi uncle North. Sorry about this," California said sheepishly from her position sitting on Northern Ireland's chest. He didn't respond, just stared up at the ceiling.

"OK, kids, I think you can let them up now!"

America and Canada appeared from around the corner, identical evil smiles lighting up their features.

"AWWWW!" all of the provinces, states, and territories complained together. "But DAAAD!"

"No buts," Canada said firmly, though his expression stated otherwise. "Let your uncles up."

Reluctantly, the younger North Americans backed away, allowing their fathers to pass through and help the UK brothers up.

"What was that all about?" England demanded as soon as he made sure they were all in one piece.

The NA brothers shared a look.

"Canada? You wanna explain?"

"Sure, America." Canada grinned. "England, Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland, meet the North American Provisional Militia."

Scotland blinked. "Your children are your military?"

"Nope! They formed the organization themselves." America smirked. "I must say, I'm rather proud of them."

"Me too," Canada concurred.

"They are a... ah, how to explain it..." America trailed off.

"A kind of protection, of sorts," Canada supplied. "For when we need to hassle other nations, such as yourselves. And they were very effective revenge, today at least."

The North Americans all shared a glance, then started to chant again.

"The British are coming! They're coming, they're coming! They're coming to tear us apart, to take us away!"

Finally, England could take no more. "Will you please explain what that means?"

"Simple. It's for separating us during our colonial days." America's gaze grew dark.

"Perhaps you should have thought about it a bit, before doing it, eh?" Canada grinned manically.

The UK brothers started backing away as the North Americans advanced.

Then they burst out laughing.

"Oh, you should have SEEN your faces!" America cried out, tears streaming down his face.

"Pfft! Did you really think we still haven't forgiven you for that? It was more than 300 years ago!"

"So it was all a joke?" Scotland said, looking confused.

"NO! It was all real!" Wales couldn't help himself, and poked fun at his brother again.

"They might have forgiven us," Scotland glowered, "but I haven't forgiven you yet."

"Oh crap-"

With that, Scotland jumped on Wales again, and a brawl broke out. England sighed.

"Did you two really have to do that?" he chastised the NA brothers.

"Oops."

"Never mind. Let's move into the meeting room..."

And somehow, they were able to drag the fighting brothers back to meeting room. Although it wasn't that hard, considering the sheer number of them present...

In the meeting room...

"So what now?"

This question came from Colorado, who looked up from his burger to ask. (America and Canada had randomly whipped up a feast of North American food.)

"We... wait?" Scotland said, sounding unsure. "Who's coming next?"

"Dunno," Nova Scotia responded from around her mouthful of pancakes. "We just come at random."

"No, actually, we seem to be coming in alphabetical order," California pointed out, sticking a fry in the air to illustrate her point. "If my calculations are correct, then next to arrive should be... France."

And sure enough...

Author's Note: I have no idea what just happened in the middle of the story. It's fun to creep out the UK brothers, though.

My headcanon: Nations are able to pull out random flags when needed, even if they aren't carrying them. They just appear. As illustrated by Italy's white flag.

So, aging is Scotland Wales England Northern Ireland. Because Scotland seems to belong as oldest, and Northern Ireland was once a part of Ireland, so should be youngest. And England talks about his older brothers, plural.

So, yep yep. France is coming next! Brace yourselves for a French invasion! Poor England...

Quebec is about to become a very, very happy province... XD Northwest Territories can't threaten him for speaking French anymore!