Author: I apologized that I didn't update in 2 months QAQ. I'm quite busy doing home works and projects QAQ. School started in June, so I don't have enough time updating. And also, there's some problems about my best friend's financial problems, so my mom, my little sister, and I helped. Thank God my mom agreed to help her xD. If you're wondering why I didn't update in May, it's because events occur xD. Since I'm a graduating student in High School, I won't update much and put my stories in Hiatus. I have lots of problems about where I should study in university xD. I really apologized, and I hate to do this either QAQ. It makes me sad . I'm so happy that you like my stories :D. I'll do my best to update and make more time to update .
Warning: Lots of swearing, only Tony does. And maybe others.
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~-Hetalia-~
Chapter 9: Meet England's brothers! And their hectic journey begins
"So…where are we going again?" America asked curiously. The nine nations were already aboard in America's private jet. You see, their first private jet that France borrowed without the owner's consent since he wasn't there in the first place—it was England's—crashed in the unknown island again (Seychelles). Luckily, said island had a phone signal, so America immediately called his boss that his friends, except Russia, were stuck in unknown place. A few minutes later, America's private jet arrived, with Tony as their pilot. China commented that his private jet was very fast. America explained that it was because Tony, his Alien friend, used his high-tech technology to boost his own private jet's speed.
"In London…" Canada answered meekly. America and Canada were sitting next to each other in the comfy, gray seats. Canada hugged his polar bear, Kumajirou.
"Who?"
"I'm Canada, your owner."
"What did you say, little dude?" America asked again, looking at him. America couldn't hear Canada's voice very well because there were a lot of loud voices in his private jet.
"I want pastaaa~ Germany, are we there yet? I don't think I can survive without pasta..."
"Italy please shut up. We're almost there, I think?"
"Hai! Only 42 minutes to go before we landed, Italy-san."
"Nooooon~ non, non, non, non, non! 42 minutes takes a long time! I want to spread mon amour to everyone!"
"I said in London—" Shouted/whispered Canada.
"What?" America asked. Again.
"Is 'love' a warm thing, da?"
"Of course! Amour is a beautiful thing. It makes your heart pound, and fills you with warmth!"
Suddenly, France heard a 'pop' sound. Since Russia was seated beside China, China looked at him with a disgusting look and horror. France was in front of Russia in his seat, not knowing what the 'pop' sound was.
"Aiyah! Stop doing that! And it's disgusting!" Russia ignored him. When France saw Russia smiling face behind Russia's seat, looking at him with his childish smile. He showed his beating heart to France.
"Could you make my heart warm now?" Asked Russia, innocently. France looked at him in horror.
"Germany, what's that?"
"It's a…..heart…."
"K-kokoro….a real live…ko-kokoro…" Japan paled, looking at Russia's beating heart.
"Londo—"Canada was interrupted again because of the intercom.
" Fu**ing! Fu**ing fu**ing fu**ing fu**ing! Thank you, you f***ers."
Everyone was silent, not knowing what the Alien was saying. They only knew what their own language's f*** was. Everyone looked at America to translate it.
"Hahahaha! Now I remember where we are going." Said America, obnoxiously.
"What did your friend say, America?" China wondered.
"Oh! He says, "Everyone, we are reaching our destination, London. Thank you for using America's private jet, you fu**ers!"" Translated America, cheerfully. And then, he frowned.
"You know, it isn't nice to say that word. But anyway, Tony is just joking!" America added, shrugging it off cheerfully.
"Okay! Like Angleterre would say, "Stop dilly-dallying!"" Mimicked France with a failed English accent. Everyone looked at him weirdly.
"Dude, you're the worst when you do that," America deadpanned, looking at France. France shrugged it off.
"Oui. I know. I sawsome show from Angleterre's place with his people's failed attempt to mimic the word of amour~ It's quite offending. If England were here, he'd be pissed off. But who cares~ Love is an important thing to everyone! Love is beauty! Love is—!"
"Let's go, everyone!" America said, obnoxiously, interrupting France, and then he walked away. Everyone left, following America while ignoring France. Everyone left, except Russia.
"How cruel!" France cried dramatically, with crocodile tears flowing down his cheeks. Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder. When France looked to see who it was, he saw Russia. Russia smiled at him childishly, and France suddenly shivered in fear. Russia showed his beating heart, still smiling childishly. France paled.
"Will you make my heart warmer now? My heart is very lonely, and he gets cold easily." Smiled Russia. France suddenly dropped onto the ground. His soul was leaving while he was unconscious. If you saw a real living heart, beating in front of you, you'd faint just like France, right? Russia looked at him, disappointed, and then he placed his heart back inside his chest.
"Ufu, maybe later. Your expression is quite amusing, da." Smiled Russia. Russia picked France up easily, and he threw him over his shoulder like a sack of flour, and then the two Nations left.
~-Hetalia-~
The nine nations arrived in London late at night. They were already in front of England's front door. Japan had already unlocked the door, twisting the doorknob to open it the normal way, but America, who kicked the door down in a rough way, interrupted him. The door was suddenly shot away like a bullet, literally, and they heard a loud crash. Everyone flinched, except America, Russia and France. No one asked why France was unconscious.
"Ah, America-san. Is it really necessary to do that?" Japan asked, worried that England will get mad at them when he returned. America looked at him with a grin, thumbs up.
"That's the hero's job—to have an awesome entrance!" America answered, before laughed obnoxiously.
"Ve~ Let's go inside! I want to make pasta~" Italy said, cheerfully. Everyone nodded, wanting to go inside because it's cold out. They walked into the dark room one by one. Suddenly, the light switched on automatically. They looked around, alarmed.
"Is it an enemy attack? Or are they planning something?" Germany asked, narrowing his eyes while looking around their surroundings, being cautious.
"Don't worry. If they attack us, I'll use France as my new weapon, swing him around like my pipe, da?" Russia comforted, giving a childish smile.
"I think that's not a good idea, aru." Sweat dropped from China.
"Like this…person says. He is right." Nodded Japan, agreeing with China.
"How heartless of you! I'm your brother!" Proclaimed China.
"Former…brother," corrected Japan, after a long pause.
"Show some manners to your elder!"
"There's no such thing as ghosts. There's no such thing as ghosts. There's no such thing as ghosts." Chanted America, whispering to himself so no one could hear him. Canada heard him anyway, since he was beside him. Canada hugged his polar bear, hiding his devilish smile with Kumajirou's white fur. If England were here, he would do what he was going to do, right? Since England wasn't here, maybe Canada could replace him a bit. Canada knew he wasn't a revengeful type, at least America would learn not to mess with him. He'd just do it once, or maybe more someday? We'd never know.
Canada approached America, and whispered nervously, "I-I think I saw something, America." America looked at him, widening his eyes.
"Re-Really? Wh-What is it?" America stuttered. Canada looked left to right, and then looked at America nervously.
"I-I….I saw a-a-a-a….I-I won't say it." Whispered Canada. Everyone noticed their interaction, so they stopped whatever they were doing. France was stirring. Russia knew it to be a sign that France was awakening. France opened his blue eyes, groaning as he blinked his eyes many times, adjusting his eyesight. When Russia put him down, France dusted off his clothes, thanked Russia in French. Russia nodded, acknowledging him, before shooting Canada and America an amused look. France looked too, wondering why he was amused.
"S-Say it! I-I'm a hero! A He-hero should know st-stuff like this!" America said, stuttering. Canada's face was still covered by Kumajirou's white fur. He began to shake. To everyone, they thought Canada looked afraid. But France saw through his act, knowing Canada too well, since he was in charge of him centuries ago. He knew Canada was acting. France looked at Canada with an amused smile, proud of his former charge.
Canada looked at America, shaking like a leave while he sniffed. Canada eyes were already puffed red from crying.
"I-I saw a ghost." Canada whispered, sniffing. Suddenly, his eyes were widening, his shaking becoming obvious. He pointed his shaking finger towards America's back. Everyone looked at where Canada was pointing. Of course, America slowly turned his neck to look behind his back. When America saw nothing, he was confused. When he was ready to turn back, a hand suddenly fell onto his shoulder, gripping tightly, and then someone whispered into his ear.
"I got you~ " said the ghostly breath in a whisper, huskily. And then America screamed—it was a manly scream though. Canada let go, and then he chuckled.
"That's for hitting me with a baseball ball where the sun don't shine." Said Canada in a fit of giggles. He hid his face behind Kumajirou's white fur, shaking from laughter. Most of the Nations laughed. America glared at them with a pout, and then he looked at Canada.
"You're so cruel!" America said, and then he began to sulk in the corner. Canada stopped laughing, looked at America guilty. Canada sat beside America, patted his shoulder. America glared Canada weakly.
"I'm sorry America. How about I treat you to ice cream after this?" Offered Canada, smiling at him with an apologetic smile. Canada knew his brother would forgive him easily. He knew his buttons very well. America grinned, and then he hugged Canada, lifting him up.
"Maple!" Shrieked Canada in pain.
"You're the bestest brother ever!" America proclaimed happily. Canada was turning blue, ready to faint. Fortunately, they heard a loud thud. America stopped hugging Canada, dropped him. Canada inhaled a lungful of sweet oxygen. They looked at where the living room was.
"What's that?" Japan whispered.
"Maybe it's a ghost?!" Italy answered, loudly. Everyone shushed him. Italy flinched, latching himself onto Germany's muscular arm, shaking fearfully. Germany didn't mind because he was quite used to it.
"I'll go take a look." Suggested Germany, bravely.
"No. We will look together, da? Even though I hate it," Russia shot down Germany's suggestion immediately.
"Russia is right. Who knows what kind of intruder they are. Even though I don't like it," China agreed with Russia, crossing his arms over his chest, nodding wisely.
"Even though I hate to agree with him. I agree with Russia." Supported Japan.
"Ok. Majority wins. I say, let's go! Take that, you commie-bastard! Democracy rules!" America said, obnoxiously. His fist pumped the air. Everyone shushed America.
"I'm a Democratic country. I'm no longer a communist," informed Russia. America ignored him and barged into the living room. Of course, everyone followed him. Russia's dark aura came out, and he started kolkolling. Everyone moved a few meters away, not wanting to come closer to Russia.
America stopped walking, frowning at the three figures in front of him. Everyone stepped in, and then they stopped and looked where America was looking at.
The three figures were sitting in boredom on the sofa, looking at them with their Kirkland green eyes and their infamous bushy eyebrows, but they had a different feel to it. France paled seeing the three of them again. It's been years since he last seen them. Scotland was in the middle of the sofa. He had short, auburn hair that was fairly messy. He had sharp green eyes like England had. He was smoking a cigarette.
Scotland wore a green, archer barathea doublet of Scottish pattern with a Gold Russia piping ceremonial jacket, and his first button jacket was unbuttoned, showing his white shirt. Underneath his jacket, he had a white collarless gold cufflinks white shirt. There's a white Cross belt attached onto his jacket. He wore a white issue waist belt with brass plate superimposed with regimental Cap badge. There's also a crimson silk sash worn over his left shoulder. He also wore his white cotton gloves, and a green kilt. The kilt had black stripes, consisted of light colour of green and dark green in 6 layers; he had kilt rosettes attached to it. He wore a hose tops, a footless stocking black and red dicing, worn with top of dice two fingers width from the side of knee bone, and a three diamonds showing above top of black gaiters. As for his shoes, he wore issue black brogue that were highly polished. On top of his head had Glengarry and cockfeather with white feathers to rear of badge. He inhaled his cigarette, and then puffed it out.
"If it isn't ma auld frein France. What dae ya want?" Scotland inquired in a Scottish accent, raising one of his eyebrows. France smiled bitterly.
"Oui. It's been a long time, non?" France answered. The eight nations only stared at them, curious about what's happening between the two of them. Scotland noticed the eight nations staring at them. The one he was curious about was the blond with a cowlick sticking up. Scotland frowned, trying to remember who he was. He knew England mentioned him a lot, or maybe it was his imagination? Scotland noticed that the blond was staring below him, when he looked where he was staring at; he finally knew what it was.
"What's wrong with ma kilt, ya blondee?" Scotland asked. America stopped staring at Scotland's kilt.
"Dude, you're wearing a skirt! Are you a cross dresser?" America asked, curiously. He looked at the red hair, wanting to know his answer. France chuckled, amused at what was happening. He knew Scotland's temper very well since he was very close to him centuries ago, and America had just offended Scotland's kilt. He knew Scotland didn't like calling his kilt a skirt. Scotland's eyebrow twitched, and his vein popped in annoyance. The two green eyes that was seated beside Scotland looked at them in amusement
"Ya eejit! That's a kilt, not a bloody skirt!" Scotland yelled, annoyed.
"But dude, I just saw Poland wearing that kind of skirt before, so it's a skirt." Proclaimed America. America knew he was right. Skirt or—kilt (?) are the same thing, right?
"Why ya bloody—" Scotland was ready to stand up, but Northern Ireland stopped him.
"Come on, Scottie! That wee laddie is just joking! Yee know that England was always talking about him a few century ago." Reasoned Northern Ireland in an Irish accent. He had messy, curly auburn hair and emerald eyes. His eyes were very playful if you looked at him closely. His skin was pale, like his brothers. If the sun shone towards his cheeks, you'll see that he had freckles. He wore brown dress military uniform, which consisted of a brown jacket, green pants, black shoes, black waist belt, off-brown shirt, a darker brown tie, green beret with one green cockfeather sticking up with a badge below with it, and a brown cotton gloves. In short, Northern Ireland wore a Royal Irish regiment military uniform. Meanwhile, Scotland wore No 1A Ceremonial, but he wore it messily, and some of the items were missing on his clothes. Northern Ireland was sitting on the left side of England's green sofa, looking at him cheerfully. Scotland glared at him. By the looks of it, he wanted to kill someone.
"Scotland, you sound like a PMSing girl except you're angry all the time." Wales joked, crossing his legs while his arms were over his chest with a playful smirk. Wales had ginger-blond hair and emerald eyes. He wore brown dress military uniform, which consisted of a brown jacket, brown pants, black shoes, white waist belt, off-white shirt, and a dark red tie. France and Northern Ireland chuckled at his comment. Scotland glared at them.
"Wales, I'll bloody kill ya." Threatened Scotland, and then he glared at Wales. Wales just shrugged it off, not caring.
"Dude, your name is whales? As in whales?! Do you know my friend Mr. Whales? Are you two cousins?" America asked, cheerfully asking questions. Wales glared at him weakly. His body twitched. Scotland and Northern Ireland chuckled.
"America, I think he isn't Whale's cousin," reasoned Canada, meekly. America ignored him like he didn't exist. Again. He sighed, shaking his head while he closed his eyes, hugging Kumajirou. When Canada opened his eyes and looked at Wales, their eyes locked. They understood each other quickly by looking in the eye, and then Wales looked at America with an awkward smile.
"No. I'm not whales but Wales. Whales and Wales are quite different. Whales are animals, and Wales as a country. I am the personification of said country." Explained Wales calmly. On the inside, Wales was quite nervous. You see, when he talked with his siblings, he wasn't nervous and had a backbone. When he talked with other nations beside his siblings, he was shy and quiet. He was glad that he had left his pet sheep. If he brought it here and America started to tease him about his lovely sheep, he knew his fuse would explode and he would kill the American without hesitation. America looked at him, confused.
"Hahahahaha! That's funny. There's no such country with that silly name! My map says so." Said America, obnoxiously. The three British Islet twitched, wanting to hurt America so badly. Their black aura was coming out. As always, America was very oblivious when it came to reading the atmosphere. The three British Islet had the same dislike. One of them was insulting the British Islet and their home.
"I think you shouldn't say that, America-san." Warned Japan, already reading the three British Islet's atmosphere quickly.
"This is quite amusing, right, China?" Russia said, cheerfully. His dark aura was already gone, and Russia was enjoying the show. He also wanted to participate with the three British Islet to beat America into a bloody pulp. China was beside Russia, shaking his head while closing his eyes, and then he sighed in exasperation.
"You four are bunch of immature." Commented China, and then he opened his eyes to watch over them, curious about what's happening next. Italy had already left the living room, going to the kitchen to make pasta. Meanwhile Germany's arms were crossed over his chest, as he closed his eyes, shaking his head in exasperation. France knew what's happening next, so he changed the subject quickly.
"Wales, Scotland, and Northern Ireland. We came here to talk about something important involving England." Said France, seriously. He looked at England's brothers. The three of them looked at France, raising their thick eyebrows curiously. Their dark auras were already gone. The three of them knew that he was serious by the tone of his voice, and he rarely did that.
"What about him?" Scotland said, looking at him expressionless like he wasn't interested about this particular topic. The two British Islet were quiet, listening carefully. The seven nations watched them interact. America put his serious air around him. All of them knew, but they ignored him. France looked at him with a sad look.
"England was kidnapped by another alternative self of America. Let's just call him 2p!America." Explained France, and then he looked at America.
"America, explain." Ordered France. America nodded in obligation. America approached Scotland until he was 3 meters away. In front of him was an oak small table, blocking his way from Scotland. His fists were clenched tightly, and he looked at him in pure determination. Scotland smirked, already liking this boy. He reminded him of England, but of course, there were differences.
Scotland now remembered who he was. He was the one who broke England's heart, and the proud and joy of England. And also, he saw the burning love of passion, solving whatever problems stood in their way. And there was one last thing he saw inside his eyes. He saw that there's pure love, not as a brother or friend, but as a lover. Scotland looked at Wales, their eyes locking, before they nodded. Scotland did the same with Northern Ireland. Scotland looked at him, crossing his legs while he crossed his arms over his chest, and then he raised his eyebrow in an intimidating fashion, puffing out smoke from his cigarette. Fortunately, no one looked under Scotland's kilt. If they did, he'd kill them. The three of them acknowledged him, but of course, there's also a trial before forming their new relationship. They didn't want him to break England's heart again. He had to gain their trust first before they agreed to their relationship.
America told them about what happened to England, why his 2p!self kidnapped him, and he also shared his theories about what his 2p self status was. He theorized that maybe his 2p self ruled his world. He also informed them about his sad past. Of course, he avoided the one important information about what his other self said after he kidnapped England when they clashed each other face to face. He needed to solve this by himself, and he had to face him alone too.
"That's all I know." The three British Islet looked at him seriously.
"Ah we will agree to help ya, but it will take months to find that spell." Said Scotland. Northern Ireland and Wales nodded while looking at America.
"This spell is difficult to find." Added Wales.
"But don't yee worry! We're stubborn nations, and we will find it in no time!" Continued Northerm Ireland, cheerfully. America nodded understandingly.
"Do it quickly. My damsel in distress will get impatient if I don't save him immediately, and then what would Iggy do?" He grinned, and his serious atmosphere vanished. The three British Islet chuckled.
"Damsel in distress, I like that term," commented Scotland, smirking mischievously. Northern Ireland and Wales chuckled, liking that term too. If England arrived, they would tease him non-stop.
The nine nations left England's house, checking into a hotel to sleep. After all, they had a long day. Of course, Canada treated America to ice cream like he promised, and America gladly ate it cheerfully. After that, they went their separate ways.
~-Hetalia-~
When America was inside his hotel room, laying on the soft bed, staring at the ceiling above him. His room's light was already switched off, only the moonlight helped him see a bit. His glasses were already put on top of the night table, and the duvet covered his body. He raised his hand above him, looking at his open palm, and then he closed his palm and clenched it tightly. His eyes were full of determination.
"I swear to you Iggy. I'll save you no matter what, and I won't give up!" America swore, determined to save England. After that, he fell asleep, dreaming that he had finally saved England, and being a hero with a happy ever after like in the fairy tale story.
~-Hetalia-~
2p!US POV~
Finally… My beloved and I were home. Our real home…I looked at my sleeping beloved. His messy blond hair was leaning against my chest. His mouth was parted, breathing in normally, and I knew that that was a sign that he was alive. The last time I remembered something like this was when he was dead in my arms, dripping with blood. My eyes looked at him firmly, and then it softened. The most important thing right now was that he was in my arms, sleeping. I smiled at him gently. Ahhh~ I wanted to kiss his plump, pink lips and caress his pale cheek; I'll do that when the time comes.
We were surrounded by darkness, and then a white with black portal suddenly appeared in front of me, and I approached it. When my feet touched the cobblestone with a tap, my servants were already in line side by side, bowing at me respectfully.
"Everyone! My beloved is here! We will celebrate my beloved's homecoming! Is everything ready?!" I asked them loudly with an expressionless face. Everyone still didn't look at me. Good.
"Yes, Master America!" They answered in unison.
"Japan. Your status report." I ordered him. The Japanese man was already beside me, still bowing like the others.
"Our feast preparation is already ready for tomorrow, America-sama. America-sama, the traitors seem quiet these past few days, and it seems they're planning something big. But, we're trying our best to capture or eliminate them. Everything is okay now." He reported. I hummed in acknowledgement.
"Tighten our security tomorrow. Use our humans do to so. After all, I want my allies to celebrate my beloved homecoming, and this is all of your opportunity to do so to have a break for once. All of you dismissed. We're going to our room," I ordered them. Everyone said yes in unison, bowing one last time, before returning to their own business. I left my lab, and then went towards our room. While I walked, I looked at my beloved and smiled softly.
We will spend time with each other, my beloved. I'll crush those who stand in my way. No one will take you away because I'll protect you. I'll be your only Hero, and not that hypocrite, my other self.
End of Chapter 9
On my next chapter, sneak peak
England's POV~
I was surrounded, pitch black and nothing I can see. I wore a violet nightgown with laces at the end of my nightgown. I was barefoot, sitting gracefully while looking around. I sighed while closing my eyes in exasperation, and then I opened my eyes.
I don't bloody know where I am, and the one thing I know is that I hated this place. I wanted to have a cup of tea or read a book. But bloody nooo~ America's bloody evil twin just put me in a sleep state, and I was in my subconscious mind. I didn't know my mind is blank, and how the bloody hell did my changed clothes all of a suddenly?! Suddenly, my body felt numb, and then I started to scream in pain. I laid on the cold, dark floor, curled up while hugging myself, and I still continuously scream in pain. Bloody hell?! It hurts! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Bloody stop it!
~-Hetalia-~
I opened my lime-green eyes, blinking many times to adjust my eyesight. I sat down straight looking around in my surroundings, not knowing where I am. I pulled away the red duvet, standing on the red carpeted floor, wobbling unsteadily. I use the edge of the bed to help me stand up, and then I saw the mirror on the left side. I walked unsteadily, walking slowly to approach the mirror without the help of the wall or the bed. When I finally approached it, I saw my reflection, and then I touched the mirror gently.
"So this is me…." I said, finally knowing what my face looks like. I tilted my head, and then my reflection mimicked me. I'm confused. I have so many questions inside my mind, like:
Where I'm I?
Where's everyone? I don't know who they are, but I felt that I need to find them, but I don't know who really they are. Suddenly, I heard the creaked of the door opening. I never looked who it is, still continuing to stare at my reflection. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching towards me. When he or she stopped, I turned, and my heart started to skip a beat. He had short, golden blond hair, with a piece strand of hair sticking up. He had brown bomber jacket, tan military uniform, black shoes, and glasses. His eyes were the light shade of blue, like a sky, soaring horizontally. But the thing that I was confused about was that there's a tint of coldness in his eyes. But when he noticed that I was looking at him, his coldness in his eyes suddenly vanished in a matter of seconds. He grinned at me, and then he started to hug me immediately. I was surprised, and then I frown, but I hugged him awkwardly. When he pushed me away gently, I saw that he started to cry. I frown. I know that kind of face isn't suited on his face. I smiled at him gently, and then I wiped away his tears using my thumb. It's quite a bit hard to do so because he was a few inches taller than I was.
"What's wrong, poppet. I know that kind of face isn't suited for you." I frown. The mysterious person began to shake, and then he suddenly hugged me again.
"I just missed you so much! I-I thought I never see you again." He stuttered while he cried. My face softens, and then I hugged him back tenderly.
"Shushed….I'm here. I apologized that I….didn't know you…..could you answer me for a few questions?" I asked. The young lad pushed me off gently, and he nodded.
"Of course! Everything you ask, I'll answered it for you." Replied the young lad. I saw hurt in his eyes that I didn't know him, but it disappeared in a matter of seconds. I felt guilty and bad. I inhale the sweet oxygen, and then I asked him,
"Who are you? And…."
"Who am I?
End of sneak peak in chapter 10~
Writer: Finally~ Finished~ I bet this is enough for today~ And lol, it's quite obvious up there, right? ;D. I didn't know if you like the way Scotland, Wales, and North Ireland looks like, and their personalities xD. I failed about their accent, sorry QAQ. I also searched their clothes, and there's also a meaning the way Scotland dressed. I'll just type here xD. And also, I read North Ireland history a bit xD. Lol, it's quite hard to search 'em xD.
Guys, please review~ I wanted to know how many people still read this story. I'm just curious because I didn't update this story since 2 months xD. I feel really bad when I didn't update it immediately QAQ. You know about life QAQ.
I know North Ireland's uniform is already dissolved in 1922, but that's all I can see.
About Scotland's, it means something like this~ No.1A Ceremonial order of dress is to be worn on all State, ceremonial and formal occasions such as Royal Guards, Guards of Honour, Quarter Guards and Public Duties. It is also worn by Officers when carrying out the duties of Equerry at Court. (I picked Scotland to wear that officer outfit xD)
About Wales, I only saw that military uniform in the image =_=. All I can see is Welsh guards! xD.
Yeah, I'm suck at searching. But hey, at least I tried xD. I apologized about my failed attempt accent QAQ. It's quite hard, truthfully.
French
Mon amour- My love
Non- No
Oui- Yes
Angleterre- England
Scottish
Eejit- idiot
Ya- you
Dae- do
Ma- my
Frein- Friend
I – Ah
Irish
You- Yee
This chapter is edited by: Living. Like. A. Boss. (11/23/14)
