Wow What is with this timing?

I'm off schedule but in a good way?

Whet?

Anyway I need to explain something.

The "Taxi" thing from chapter one.

A couple of you say that Americans call taxi's cabs as well

I'm sorry

I had an American friend who didn't understand taxi.

I based it off of her.

Please just ignore it cause I can't be fucked changing it.

OH I ALMOST FORGOT!

I'm going to Northern Ireland for a few days (See ya there Seamus!)

I can't remember when I will get back but I won't be away for long, I'm seeing family.

I live in Scotland anyway, near the sea, so its not a long trip.

Okay so enjoy!

Also back on to the main Scotland thing now (yey!)

Scotland lay on his bed. Thinking over what had happened. It had been a couple of hours. There was a hard knock on his door which made him sit up. He ruffled his bed head hair and invited the person in. It was a butler. "There is a phone call for you sir, the telephone down stairs in on hold" Scotland sighed and stood up
"Doesn't that idiot of a brother have more than three phones in his house?" He muttered to himself leaving the room.

He lazily picked up the phone and answered it "Scotland 'ere what dae yae want?" He couldn't be arsed.
"Have you had a chance to speak to England?" Asked his boss. Scotland scratched his head replying
"No yet, its no even been a day" He complained.
"Aye, well, I'm only going to give you another day or two. So no messing about, just get down to business" His boss hung up on him and Scotland threw the phone down tutting.

The phone made a loud bang when it hit the floor making England come into the room. "What the bloody hell was tha-" He stared at Scotland. Scotland was still in his trousers but his shoes and sock were off and hit shirt was unbuttoned. He blushed very slightly and continued "Be careful next time you git!" He picked up the phone and put it back. Scotland glared at him. "What?!" Asked England being brave.
"Why aren't you more curious"
"I have no idea what you're talking about" England had shoved the event from earlier to the side. It wasn't important to him.

Scotland angrily tutted at him and pushed him against the wall. When England's back hit the wall it hurt him. Scotland stared into his brothers eyes trying to figure him out. He never did fully understand his little brother. "What even are ee?" He thought aloud.
"A country" England was still being brave.
"Are ee sure?" Asked Scotland.
"O-Of course you git, get off me" Scotland glared at him.
"My, my haven't you gotten brave." He began to lift his fist in the air so England could see "Maybe I need to remind you about how it was when you pissed me off" He was about to launch it at his younger brother when America burst in.
"Arthur!" He shouted. England was terrified. He didn't even see Alfred. He stared directly at Scotland. Scotland noticed him though. He threw his punch though, missing England and hitting the wall. It cracked the paint leaving a mark. He looked at his brother again, standing back.
"Watch it or next time I won't miss" He turned to America and gave a disgusted look. America looked horrified at Scotland. Scotland huffed and took a cigarette out. He headed outside in his bare feet. Slamming the door behind him America ran to England who was frozen stiff.

"Are you alright?!" Asked a worried America. England slid down the wall and buried his head in his knees. He began to tear up.
"Why..." He mumbled. America went down to his level and patted his head. England looked up at him. He was crying. America hadn't seen England that way in a long time. He pushed it a side and smiled at England. His smile was wider and brighter than usual. England wiped his eyes and muttered "You look like a git, you git" America laughed at him and stated.
"But I am the hero!" England shoved him off and stood up. America followed him up.
"How long are you staying here?" Asked England.
"Hmm, the night?" pleaded America.
"Ugh, fine"
"Lets go have some fun!" America pointed to the garden.
"No I still have work to do, after"
"Promise!" America looked excited. England rolled his eyes and waved him off.
"I promise, now go entertain yourself until dinner." America did some form and dance and left England alone. "Idiot" England laughed heading back into a room.

Outside was Scotland. He hadn't moved from the front door. He had been listening to them. "Blonde haired idiots" He threw his cigarette down, putting it out. He noticed the sheep and went over to one of them. He looked it in the eyes. They were a dark shade of black. It reminded him of his name. "Scotland" He mumbled to himself. It came from the term Scotti which was Latinised from a ancient Greek word known as Skott which meant Dark land. He looked away from the sheep. He would never be like his siblings and he knew this well enough. He hit the grass making himself sit down.

"Eh my son is taking a hissy fit?!" He heard a familiar voice. It was the one he had always wanted to hear but never had from a very, very, very long time. He slowly but excitedly looked up. It was him. "Canny believe tis? You? Naw I willnay accept it" The ginger beared man crossed his arms.
"F-Father?" He slowly but surely stood up to face him.
"Aye, it's me, papa Celt"