I'm so sorry about the wait, I've just been really lazy. However I have been revising like hell as my exams start in 2 weeks and I also went to America so I didn't have any internet there.

Anyway here's the next Chapter

Enjoy!

Chapter Ten

England missed out two steps at a time as he leaped down the stairs. He almost lost his footing half way down but the fact that his poor puppy was distressed worried him more. He didn't care that he had just left the American in his room, right now Pippa was on the top of his list.

As England reached the bottom of the stairs he proceeded to look for the puppy. He didn't have to search far before he heard a very familiar voice that sent shivers down his spine.

"What the hell are ya lookin' at," a Scottish accent broke though the silence of the house.

England made his way over to the source of the voice and saw his eldest brother looking down at his puppy, who was laying on her back asking him to rub her tummy.

"I ain't gonna rub ya tum," the Scottish man snared

"No wonder animals don't like you, you're an arse to them," England entered the room and stood behind his brother.

"Bloody hell, ya fuckin' scared me." Scotland spun around with his hand placed to his heart.

England just rolled his eyes "you've been spending too much time with France,"

"Well if he's with me, he's not flirting with you," Scotland moved over to the sofa, reaching behind it and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. He turned around and plopped on the sofa, opening to bottle and downing it in seconds.

"Why are you here Alistair, you don't normal visit me unless you want something," England sat down on one of the arm chairs opposite from Scotland and crossed his right leg over his left.

"Dunno, felt like dropping in. I was wondering how you were dealing with the dog, you given it a name yet," Scotland reached for another bottle.

"It's not an 'it' she's a girl and yes. Her name is Pippa," at that moment Pippa jumped up onto the arm chair and curled up on England's lap. England placed his hand on her head and scratched behind her ear. "That reminds me, where did you get her from?"

Scotland stopped drinking and placed the bottle, his 3rd, on the coffee table. Out of all the Kirkland he was able to hold his liquor better than the others. "It's actually a sad story. When I was out on a walk I passed a river and on the bank was a cardboard box. I took no notice of it until I walked passed and heard some scratching. I went to investigate the sound and opened the box to find the dog and as a gentleman I had to save the poor thing,"

"And as a gentleman you passed your responsibility to me," England signed "that's just like you,"

"You know you love me anyway," Scotland winked

"Do I have a choice,"

Sorry it's so short. I just wanted to add another chapter.

This is sort of a filler but I will be writing the next two chapter in the next 3 days

See you in the next chapter