Author's notes: As I promised, Chapter 7 within a week. Now with that out of the way, I shall declare this story on hiatus! Not six month long hiatus, just three months or four because I can have more time for my Florida story, and improving my drawing skills. I'm sorry my viewers, but use this time for the holidays! Another thing, chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 6, and chapter 7 shall be revised during my lack of updates, so check the story from time or so save the original docs while you still can.


She found him sitting in the living room and became hesitant to approach him. "Uncle..." She whimpers, hiding behind the poker table which also resides in the living room. "Uncle Scotland..." This whimper was a bit more audible. Bermuda hoped he wouldn't yell at her.

Scotland sat up from the couch he was napping on and looked at Bermuda with a raised eyebrow. She's lived with the man for 400 years and cant seem to stop shaking whenever he's present. He never did understand but didn't bother to ask. "Something wrong lassy?"

The man also had the voice of a lion. Always so loud and strong it made her flitch from time to time. "Um..." She would have asked anybody else but Wales was sick and Norn (Aka North Ireland) was taking care of her. "What um...what is a pedophile?"

Scotland's raised eyebrow raised a bit more as he looked at the younger girl. "Is there a reason ye want to know?...And didn't Wales already tell ye?"

"Im scared...about daddy and other stuff" She mumbles. "Also I forgot what auntie said."

Scotland's face twitches a bit. Wales scared the girl to death. That woman needed to stop spreading her paranoia. "Well the bastard ain't a pedo so you don't need to worry about that. And as for what a pedo is...", Scotland wasn't comfortable ruining the girl's innocence and merely spared Bermuda the minor details.

Bermuda winces at his words, "So, A pedophile is an adult who has sex with children? Why would grown-ups do that to kids?" Sex, from the things she's heard, was gross.

"Because those kinds of adults are sickos,and again, England is not a pedo. An idiot, but not a pedo", Scotland said as he took a gulp of scotch.

"O-oh...but I thought sex was..." She shivers a bit as she said. "...Okay? As long as it's consensual. Teddy told me people do that kind of stuff all the time..."

"Meh, not ALL the time. It depends on the couple", Scotland said with a shrug of his shoulders before taking another gulp of his drink.

"But people DO have it." Bermuda corrected him. "So why can't kids have it? I mean, we can tell yes or no like we do with other things?"

"It's...complicated. Sometimes the legal age can very from country to country, religion, you know, stuff like that" Scotland said, hoping that she would except that for a answer. But that was too much to ask.

"Wait...so it's called rape even though I willingly had sex with a 20 year old? That's not fair! If I want to have sex, I should have it without police on my back!" Said Bermuda, not understanding the laws.

"Well, technically it would be statutory rape then and...wait. D-did you just say you had sex?"

"And what if I did?" Said Bermuda, breaking out her shell and sticking up for herself. "It was my choice! I'm not hurting anyone." Though answering yes or no would have made this discussion less awkward.

Scotland just stared...and stared...and stared...he was clearly in shock. But after some time of standing still, he tipped over and fell to the ground, though it didn't seem that he fainted. Scotland was quiet and still thinking, which is extremely rare.

Bermuda was starting to really worry. "U-uncle! Please snap out of it. I haven't had sex EVER! I haven't even kissed a man except daddy!"

"What do you mean by "kiss?", Scotland asked slowly, starting to pale at the horrid images he had in his head.

"A KISS!" She said frantically. "What else could I possibly mean!"

"No I mean what kind of kiss", Scotland said, correcting his earlier question.

She points to three places on Scotland's body: "Here, here, and here!" the three places: his cheek, his lips, and...his manhood.

Scotland's eye twitched. "Please, for the love of God say that he had clothes on for the last kiss". It was stuff like this that made Scotland hate the idea of having a kid in the house.

"You mean the one right there?" She said pointing to Scotland's manhood. "Of course! Weren't you there? Ohhhhhh...you were fighting that thing. Teddy tried to show you the kiss but you were really busy."

Scotland gave a sigh of relief. At least that put a very horrifying image out of his mind...for now.

"That Is what you wanted to hear right?" Said Bermuda still naive about how terrifying her choice of words were. "You still didn't answer me, why are adults so upset when kids have sex?"

"Look, it's just not right okay! Kids aren't old enough to handle responsibility for their actions if they get preggers or get a STD", Scotland said, hoping that God would be merciful and have Bermuda stop.

"Oh...why didn't you tell me in the first place?"Bermuda pouts. "We went through all that trouble because you couldn't tell me THAT? Im very disappointed...what's an STD? Do you have one? Could I possibly get pregnant? What would you do if I got pregnant?"

"Sexualy transmitted disease, I don't have one, if you have sex yes, and I would either force the bastard to marry you or kill him depending if I'm near a potential weapon or drunk", Scotland said answering in the same order asked, feeling frustrated. "Don't you have anywhere to be lass?"

"Bermuda dear!" Wales called out to the girl nasally, stumbling on her ass. "I think daddy on his way bac-ACHOO!" The red-faced woman squeezed. "Scotty please take her back-ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO!" Gwen went through a constant marathon of ceaseless sneezing, echoing through the mansion. "ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO!"

Bermuda started getting very worried for auntie as the sneezing continued for a minute and a half.

Scotland sweat dropped a little and asked, "take her back where? At least tell me that woman". Scotland didn't care if he seemed a bit rude, or really rude.

"To the airport, you wanker! PLEASE take her to the airport! Bermuda can handle herself then!" Wales said nasally with less volume in her throat. "I dont want her to get sick so take her away from here! Unless you also want to get sick with me!" Not to mention Arthur could be back any moment.

Scotland tries to hold in a laugh at his sister, who currently holds voice of a dying crow. "Oh, ye want me to leave her in a airport alone?" He was interrupted by snickers before they completely died down. "where some sicko can take her? Aren't ye the best, most considerate aunt in the whole world", Scotland said, rolling his eyes.

"Im VERY offended Uncle Scotland!" Yelled an upset gentlelady. "What makes you think Im a helpless child? Im very good with magic and teddy knows how to protect me!"

"FINE! But you better actually be going somewhere and not just stay in the airport", Scotland grumbled.

"I promise!" The lass skips along to her room upstairs, passing Wales.

"Such youth..." Gwyneth smiles at the youth, then glares at her obnoxious sibling. "Why do you INSIST on being an ass and insulting my intelligence in front of children? ACHOO!" She sneezes into her bare hand.

"Y'know. I think I'll drop you off at Ireland's house. You'd probably be better off there", Scotland mumbled as he stood up from the couch.

"To be honest I-!" She said before sneezing into a tissue. "dont mind giving the boy a visit. How about we do it when Im not sick and could infected you with whatever our idiot brother cursed me with, okay boyo?" And with a final sneeze, she then nasally gave Scotland a "Tara" before going back into her room.


Tara - I believe it's the Welsh way of saying good-bye.

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