Germany let out a loud cry as he tripped, falling to the hard ground. Tears streamed from his face helplessly as he lay there, his face in the dirt.
"Another one? How many kiddies is my brother going to have?" A man that smelt of smoke asked, lifting Germany up and wiping the boy's eyes as he carried Germany."Hey. Artie, you lost another kid, found this one on the ground, crying." The strange accented man called out casually, though it appeared England was not around.
Germany frowned. England's name was "Arthur" did that mean "Artie" was the same thing? He didn't like the idea of being back with England. He squirmed and fought in the strong grip he was in, wishing he could leave. Wishing he didn't have to be around England or Prussia again.
"Whoa there kid! The man grunted, struggling to keep his hold on Germany.
"Let go! I wanna leave!" Germany shouted, kicking and thrashing in the man's arms.
"I feel another revolution brewing." The man muttered before he sighed, "Look I know Artie isn't the best brother. But he's not the worst. And I know because I'm friends with the worst."
"He doesn't want me and neither does bruder," Germany mumbled softly.
"West!" Germany flinched as he heard his brother's loud voice and though he didn't trust this strange man holding him, he felt safer with him than his own brother at the moment and tightened his grip on strange man, whose arms he was in, his face burrowing into the man's hard shoulder.
"West! Thank God Scotty found you! I was so worried! Why did you leave?" Prussia demanded, fear and worry clear in his voice.
"Go find a new brother! You and Mr. England don't want me because I can't be a country because I can't see!" Germany yelled, crying heavily, his tears soaking the cotton shirt the man holding him was wearing.
"West. I don't ever want to hear you talk like that again, you're my brother and I will never stop caring about you. And while you're here, England will always care about you as well." Prussia said Gently.
"B-but... Mr. England said he wouldn't help me anymore. That he couldn't." Germany protested, more tears falling from his blank eyes.
"My brother is an idiot, child. Don't put too much stock into what he says," The man that held Germany said.
Germany frowned, he thought England was really smart, was he wrong?
"What you heard was England explaining to me about magic, Iggy can't help you with his magic because he doesn't want to hurt you" Prussia still felt there was more than what Prussia was telling him and felt himself be put down.
"I'm pretty hungry right now and I'm sure Prussia still needs to talk to my brother. So why don't we go to the kitchen and eat?" The strange accented man said.
Germany was getting hungry himself, but he didn't want to leave his brother, not without more answers."Yeah. Go eat lunch with Uncle Scotty, we'll play later." Prussia insisted.
Germany frowned but took the new adult's hand as the man lead him to the kitchen.
Germany was seated at the table, with a cup, a plate, and a fork in front of him.
"Here kid. Fork is here, cup of milk is here." The man instructed, moving Germany's hands over the items.
"Are you a country too?" Germany asked, moving his head to where he could only assume was the direction the man was in.
"Aye. I'm Scotland. And I'm guessing you're Prussia's kid? How old are you?" The man, Scotland asked.
"I'm four. Mr. Scotland, sir. My bruder says I'm the country of Germany. He and Mr. England say that someday my country will be huge!" The little boy giggled with excitement, causing Scotland to laugh.
"With that brother of yours I don't doubt you will become large." Scotland muttered to himself, though Germany still could hear him.
Germany smiled happily, moving his hand to where his cup was and took a large sip before setting it back down. "Mr. Scotland? If my bruder doesn't want me after all… Can you be my big brother?" Germany asked innocently.
"I can tell Prussia loves you kid. But if worst comes to worst and he doesn't want you after all, I'll take you in." Germany beamed at Scotland's response.
"Thank you Mr. Scotland! You're really nice." Germany was blushing, embarrassed by his words.
"I'm really not. And call me Uncle Scotty, everyone else seems to." Scotland muttered putting a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it, making sure to blow the smoke away from the boy across from him at the table.
"You are nice Uncle Scotty! I can't see but I can tell you are as awesome as bruder! And he's really awesome!" Germany yelled in excitement.
He could hear a grunt from across from him and assumed it was Scotland.
Germany was happy, he felt that no matter what happened now, as long as this man that he had only just met was around the nightmares might start to end.
Aww Scotty you're so nice!
Big huge thank you to my Beta: Iceflight398 for helping me with this chapter
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