"England? Where are you? Big Brother France has a new outfit he wants you to try on" Said France
At that moment France was sneaking around Scotland's house carrying around a light pink dress, looking for England.
"What do you think your doing" Scotland said
France turned around to see Scotland sitting in his favorite chair reading a newspaper while eating a cookie.
"Looking for England, I have the cutest little dress that I want her to try on!" said France holding up the dress.
Scotland glared at him.
"Do you have to try and keep forcing England in to dresses, it is getting really annoying" said Scotland
France smiled.
"Worried about your younger sibling! Oh! England is so lucky to have a kind protective older brother that cares about her well being so much!" France said excitedly.
"THAT'S NOT IT!" yelled Scotland angrily.
France smiled.
"Ok really?" France said
Scotland glared at him again.
"Ok! Ok! Well if your not concerned for England happiness or well being why would you care if I put her in a dress or not?" France asked
Scotland blushed slightly.
"I do not care about England! It's just every time you try and put her in a dress she ends up making a huge fuss and a lot of noise. I like people to be happy and full of life more than any one but I'm also a man who likes his peace and quite so it really annoys me when you two make such a racket". Scotland stammered
France looked at him.
"WHAT!" Scotland asked angrily.
"Nothing" France said.
France continued to look at him.
"I was telling you the truth!" Scotland yelled
"Of course you were" France replied
While France was still looking at him
"Dam it! I don't care about England!" Scotland protested
"Keep telling your self that," France said simply
Still looking at Scotland.
"Dam it France! Do you want me to hit you?" Scotland yelled angrily.
"No! Not the face! Not my beautiful face!" France screamed in terror.
Scotland sighed.
'Dam it Ireland this is all your fault this is what I get for going along with your plans, I get surrounded by annoying people for two whole months that's what I get' Scotland thought to him self.
Scotland sighed again and took another cookie from a plate of cookies placed on the coffee table.
France looked at Scotland again.
"What are you eating?" France asked
"A biscuit" Scotland replied.
" Can I have one Scotland?" France asked
"Sure. Help your self, go nuts!" Scotland said simply.
France picked up a cookie and took a bight out of it.
"Not bad, a little dry but not bad" France remarked
"Yea they pretty good" Scotland said
"I guess so, hey Scotland where did you get these" France asked
"I didn't get them, their England's" Scotland replied
"Oh, England bought them did she? Did she say where she got them?" France asked.
"England didn't buy them she made them," Scotland said simply.
France turned pale.
"What? What did you say?" France whispered terrified.
An annoyed Scotland looked at France.
"I said that England didn't buy the biscuits she made them and also don't whisper I could barely hear you" Scotland complained
"England made them?" France asked
"Yea she made them, I just told you" Scotland said simply.
"England made these and I ate them?" France said
"Yes that's what I've been saying" Scotland replied
"England! England made these?" France said
"As I've said over and over again yes England made the biscuits and yes you ate the biscuits stop asking me about them!" Yelled a very annoyed Scotland.
At that moment France had a looked of shock on his face, he froze, he turned pale again, he then turned blue.
Finally France screamed.
"No! I ATE SOME THING THAT ENGLAND MADE! ENGLAND! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT SCOTLAND I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND! OH MY GOD! I PUT IT IN MY MOUTH! I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY PUT IT IN MY MOUTH!" France yelled while crying.
Scotland looked very shocked and confused.
"What are you talking about England is a great cook" Scotland said
"You only think that because you have no sense of taste if you had real proper taste buds then you would know what I'm talking about and why it is so bad for me that I ate England's cooking" France cried.
Scotland looked angry.
"What did you say?" Said a very angry Scotland.
"I said you have no sense in taste" France said simply
"You should chose your words more wisely France" Scotland said.
"Scotland I love you, but this is not about you right now it is about me and right now we have to deal with the horrible fact that I ate England's cooking" France said
"Don't make me hit you!" Scotland said
France still looked upset.
Scotland sighed.
"Look France I don't see what the big deal is I mean you even said you liked those biscuits," Scotland said.
France paled again.
"OH MY GOD! YOUR RIGHT! I SAID I LIKED SOME THING ENGLAND MADE! I SAID I LIKED ENGLAND'S COOKING! ENGLAND! I MUST BE SERIOUSLY ILL OR SOME THING! AM I GOING TO DIE? I'M GOING TO DIE AREN'T I? I'M TOO BEAUTIFUL TO DIE! I HAVE YET TO SHOW ALL MY BEAUTY TO THE ENTIRE WORLD! THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS I WANTED TO DO! WHY ME?" Said France freaking out.
Scotland sighed again.
"Dear God it's too early in the day for this kind of shit, at least let me get a drink with a lot of alcohol in it!" Said Scotland
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A while later England walked in to the room and saw Scotland reading the newspaper and France sulking in the corner.
"Hello Scotland, what is wrong with the frog other than the usual?" England said
"What do you mean the usual?" yelled France
"He was annoying me so I hit him" Scotland explained
"Other than for obvious reasons why did you him?" England asked
"Obvious reasons!" Yelled France
"As I said he was annoying me" said Scotland
"And as I said other than obvious reasons" England said
"England!" cried France
"What? Can't I hit him just because he annoys me?" Scotland said
"Scotland!" Cried France
"If that was the case then I would hit him every second of every day" England said.
"England!" cried France
"Well why don't you?" Asked Scotland
"Scotland!" Cried France
"Well if we are hitting him just because we feel like it can I hit him now?" Asked England
"England!" cried France
"I don't see any reason why not" said Scotland
"Scotland!" Cried France
"You both are so cruel picking on poor defenseless big brother France liked that" France cried
"Any way Scotland other than being him how did he annoy you?" England asked
"England!" cried France
"He was complaining about some of the biscuits you made" Scotland explained
"So that's it well I'll have you know frog my cooking is perfect ably acceptable" England yelled
"Actually he said it wasn't half bad" Scotland said
"He did?" Said a shocked England
"That was before I found out you made them" France yelled
"Of course you liked my cooking! Backing is one of my specialties" England said proudly.
"Since when?" Yelled France
"Since always! Haven't you ever tried a strawberry tart? Or a Victoria sponge cake? Or one of my scones? England yelled.
"Those other times were flukes and no I've never tried one of your scones you can tell because I'm still alive!" Yelled France
"Hey France why don't you show England the out fit" Said Scotland wanting to change the subject as England looked liked she might explode.
"Oh yes! How could I forget?" Said France holding up the dress.
After that England seemed to cool it down.
"The dress looks alright. I guess I'll where it on Saturday" said England before leaving the room.
France turned to Scotland.
"What's on Saturday" asked France.
"Just England's big date with Japan" said Scotland
France turned to Scotland with a look of shock on his face.
"WHAT!"
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France is jealous. Hope you have liked my latest chapter please review.
See you at chapter 11