Chapt 4.
The sun filtered through the guest bedrooms blinds and hit a groggy England. He threw the bed covers to the side and sat up. After he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table. It said 9am, he let out a groan, as he only had a few more hours until the world meeting and the deadline for the bet. England Stood up and realized he was only in his boxers, which was weird because he could have sworn that he had put on pyjamas last night. However he shrugged it off, as growing up in the U.K household a lot stranger things where known to happen.
Crossing the room he peered through the blinds. The mountains where stunning, and he could see deer grazing in the North American brother's front garden, which had been kept in its natural state which made it even more perfect. Turning England decided to get changed and start his morning with a cup of tea. As he turned he suddenly noticed that the pile of bed clothes where moving. Suddenly a very tired, yet his hair still looked good in its messy bed head state, France peered up from the bed clothes.
"Bonjour mon amour." France said in a half asleep way to England
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?" exploded England
"Mrggh" was the sleepy reply from the bed clothes
England pulled on the bed clothes and suddenly wished he hadn't as a naked France fell on the ground with a crash. France sat up slowly as he was still half asleep. There was a clink of glass when England swished the bed clothes and he peered down to where France had fallen in curiosity. It turned out that the Frenchman had kicked a pile of empty wine and whiskey bottles while sitting up. England felt like a lump of ice had fallen into his stomach.
"I should have known. You bloody Frog this is all your fault isn't it? You always get me drunk and then something like this happens! " Shouted England
"Ce qui? You can get drunk just fine by yourself Angleterre." France said
"Hmph!"
Just as France stood up, exposing himself fully to England, a timid knock at the door could be heard. Before either of the European countries could answer a blonde haired brother wearing a white dress shirt and black dress pants came darting in the room. His mirror image soon came darting in after him they both paused as they took in the scene. England suddenly realized how strange it must look and threw the bed clothes at France.
"Don't misunderstand anything! This perv just does whatever he pleases!" England tried to explain
The brothers both blushed and where trying to back out of the room. England flushed and brought them back into the room.
"Now we're all men so let's just ignore France. What was it you wanted to say?" England asked while getting his stuff ready so that he could take a shower.
"Well you don't have long until the meeting, and neither of you have guessed, so we came here to give you a chance too." One of the brothers said while the other one was still blushing due to France walking around without the bed clothes.
England stopped and turned to look at the brothers. Both of them looked at him hopefully, and England couldn't help but smile back as they made him remember the two little boys he had once known them as. But soon that smile on his face ignited with a sudden darkness that made the brothers step back a little.
"We will guess just before the meeting. But how about we make it more interesting? Now it's the animal ears and boxers that you have to wear." England suggested
"Are you that confident that you are going to win this bet?" One brother asked incredulously
"Fine. But you guys have to enter two rodeo events if you lose!" The other brother announced
"Deal!" England announced
The brother's left the room after making the announcement that there were going to be pancakes for breakfast. France watched as the two left and turned to England.
"Angleterre iz this wise? Do you ave them in checkmate?" France asked worry creeping into his voice.
"France you worry too much. " England replied after slamming the on suite bathroom door shut and locking it behind him.