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Okay, so it feels like it took forever to decided on how to do the confrontation scene, but I hope you guys like it~
Chapter 14: the confrintation
"Alright, you guys sure you have everything under control?" England asked his brothers from the doorway. It was almost noon and he and France were going to miss their flight to the meeting.
For some reason all three of his older brothers decided to come to see him off instead of the usual two, which he found odd, but he pushed the feeling back when France called for him to get in the car. With a sigh, England quickly kissed Henry goodbye one last time and left for the car.
Henry cried as his parents drove off, a usual occurrence only to quiet down quickly as Northern Ireland rubbed the child's back. The three brothers went into the sitting room and settled down, allowing the child to totter in-between them on his still shaky feet; giggling each time he went to one of his uncles and was told he was doing a good job.
This continued for some time before Wales finally asked, "So Scotland, you were here first, right? Did England tell you anything new?"
"No, why do ye ask? What has the runt done now?" Scotland asked already preparing himself for the worst.
"He got himself knocked up," his two brothers said in unison, only to receive a shocked look from Scotland and Henry giggling.
Scotland looked at the other three on the room for a moment before rage took over and he shouted, "What?! After I told him not te get knocked up again?! I'm goin' te teach them what happens when ye forget yar promises!"
Scotland then got up to walk to the door, only to turn around and ask if the others were coming. Wales glanced at Henry and asked, "I'm assuming to the meeting, but what about the lad?"
Scotland accidently glared at the child, causing Henry to look as if about to cry. He then asked, "Ye think one o' the micronations would be willin' te babysit?"
His brothers shrugged their shoulders, only for Wales to then comment, "Why don't we just bring him with, at least than we can be sure that we don't accidently kill his mum."
Scotland thought the idea over for a moment before nodding, leading to the four of them leaving the house for the meeting.
Something was wrong, England could not shake that feeling as he sat at the conference table with his head on the paperwork. France looked at his boyfriend concerned, only to then smile and ask, "You alright Cher? Need to throw up again?"
"Shut up, git," England responded while swallowing, the mention of vomiting causing his stomach to do flips. God, how he was happy now that he did not need to deal with morning sickness with his son. Slowly, England sipped the cup of water by his things and set his head back down.
The meeting soon began, and the other countries could not help but notice the tired and sick look on the Englishman, causing several of his friends to ask what was wrong now. Before either he or France could respond, however, the conference doors slammed open and the room was filled with the Scottish heavy accent yelling, "England!"
All eyes turned to the door to see Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland standing there with a toddler clinging to Wales' hand. England and France paled at the angry aura the Scotsman was admitting, only for England to reluctantly leave the protection of his seat when his son called out, "Mama! Papa!"
The toddler let go of his uncle's hand and tottered up to his mother, causing many of the other nations to forget about the pissed off guest and coo at the adorable scene. Scotland would have none of this, however, and walked up to his younger brother. England ducked his head as Scotland made to slap it while yelling, "Ye idiot! What did ye tell me would not happen?!"
"Scotland, what are you guys doing here?" England asked, clenching to his son and glancing at his brothers. Instead of answering, Northern Ireland and Wales each took England by an arm and began to drag the confused nation with them out of the room while Scotland simply glared for a moment before walking up to France.
"Where do you three think you're taking him?" France demanded, trying his best to not be afraid of the Scotman's anger.
"Don't ye worry, ye got more important things te worry 'bout," Scotland answered, a sinister smirk on his lips which told the other nations that whatever was going to happen was not good.
While this was happening, Henry got loose of England's grip due to his mother's struggling. Now with his mother being taken out of the room and his uncle and father arguing, the poor child became rather flustered and began to whimper. Soon his whimpering became crying as he rushed as fast as he could to France and Scotland and cried out, "No! Mama!"
"Ye Ma's fine," Scotland yelled out at the child, only to mumble how that was only for now before continuing, "Now get out of the way so yar Pa 'nd we can 'ave a lil' talk."
Henry was fairly used to listening to yelling from his parents, but he was rarely yelled at; causing the child to shut up for a moment before starting again even louder. Scotland sighed at this while France bent down to scoop his son up and the others began to voice their concerns and questions for what was happening.
From outside they could still hear England yelling at his brothers, finally to end when England walked back through the doors and said, "Scotland, what the bloody hell do you three think you are doing? You cannot simply walk into a meeting and start something like this."
England walked back and took his his still crying son, trying to glare back at his brother as the Scotsman glared at the two adults. At last Scotland said, "Ye really are an idgit, aren't ye."
"Look, England, despite popular belief, we really do care enough about you to not want you to get the snot beaten out of you," Wales commented, standing next to Northern Ireland. Northern Ireland then continued, "Or, you know, whatever else might come out. So why don't you just come over here and wait your turn while Scotland breaks your boyfriend's pretty, little face."
"While I'm not against the idea this is still not the correct place for this," England mumbled.
"Dude, what's up with all of this?" America asked. He may not be the best at reading the atmosphere, but he could still tell that something was up with England and it placed his Hero senses on edge. Several other nations began to voice their concerns louder as Scotland continued to glare at the two parents.
At last the moment came when Scotland lost what was left of his composer, rushing at the two to separate them. As he did this, he pushed England away causing his younger brother and nephew to fall onto America who had gotten up in case he would need to stop anything and pushed France onto the top of the table.
Scotland then looked at his brother and growled out, "Ye idgit, why didn't ye a' least tell me. ye think aye wouldn't find oot?"
"O-of course I figured you would. And I was planning on telling you but," England began only to become overcome with the need to cry out. God, he had forgotten about what his doctor told him about mood swings. At the rate this morning was going he would be extremely glad when this whole pregnancy was over.
France got off the table and pushed Scotland roughly away from England as said man began to cry; England biting his finger in an attempt to quiet the whimpers. Scotland recovered from the shove quickly, however, and grabbed onto France's hair; using the force as leverage to punch the man in the side of the face with enough strength to send France flying across the room.
England choked slightly at the sight of his boyfriend flying into the group of nations also now trying to stand out of the way. Scotland smirked at the collective gasps and jumped at the Frenchman while he was still on the ground as Wales walked up to England and Northern Ireland rushed into the group after Scotland.
The reason for Northern Ireland's rushing was because of Henry. After England after watching France get punched Henry had tottered after his father and Scotland. Due to this, the Irishman was slightly worried that in Scotland's anger Henry might get in the way and get hurt.
Once Scotland was on top of France, he continued to beat the man into a pulp, only to stop when he felt small hands tug on his shirt followed by Henry crying out no. Scotland paused at this and glared behind him at the child; causing Henry to whimper slightly.
"Ge' oot o' here laddie," Scotland barked at his nephew and pushed him off of him. Henry fell onto his butt and thought for a moment about what happened as Scotland went back to hitting France.
By that time, Northern Ireland had reached the child, and was about to pick the child up when Henry stood up and said, "No! Mama said not nice!"
Scotland paused again at this, only to glance back at the Irishman and say, "Get 'im oot o' here."
Northern Ireland nodded and pulled the child away as Scotland turned his attention back to the almost unconscious France. By this time, however, the other nations had got over their shock and began to pull Scotland and France away. As they did this Germany called out, "Enough! I don't know what you are angry about and frankly I don't care. What I do care about is the fact that you just interrupted our meeting for some nonsense that was needed even less than the rest. Now you get of here so we can actually get back to work!"
Scotland and Germany glared at eachother for several long moments, only for Scotland to finally snap his gaze away and get off the floor. He then began to walk towards the door, hitting England on the head on his way, only to be followed by Wales and Northern Ireland.
The room was more or less silent after the doors were slammed open, except for the panicked whimpers of Henry who was left by his uncles. Slowly, England got up and walked towards the group around France; comfortingly ruffling his son's hair in the process. Once part of the group, England looked at the slightly moaning Frenchman and sighed. After this, he grabbed a full pitcher of ice-cold water and poured the contents onto France; instantly waking him up.
"Come on France, time to get you cleaned up," England said tiredly. After everything that happened in those last few moments, all he really wanted to do was take a nap, but he figured France's injuries should be taken care of too.
France moaned and got into a sitting position. It had been a while since he got a pummeling like that, even with his and France's occasional fist fighting outside of the house. Tiredly, he got to his feet and leaned onto the Englishman. Like this, England excused the two of them and began to walk to the restroom, only to be stopped when Henry clung onto his mother's pants leg and began to cry.
England really did not have the energy to deal with all of his, but he looked down and smiled at his son while asking, "Henry, can you be a good boy and wait here with America and Japan?"
Henry whimpered out no and clung tighter to his mother, causing England to sigh, hold out his free hand, and say, "Fine, but do stop clinging; muma can't walk with you two doing this."
Henry smiled at this and took the hand, allowing England to leave for the restroom. Once there, Henry waited patiently as England helped clean the blood off of the wincing France. As he did this, England commented, "You really are one lucky bastard. If he had waited until we got back you probably would have a lot worse injuries."
"Oui, but I'll be fine. Are you three alright?" France asked, a wet paper towel over his still bleeding nose.
"Feel like passing out at the moment, but other than that alright," England commented, a slight smile from France's face of discomfort.
"Mama? Papa?" Henry asked, still seated on the sink by his father.
"Yes Luv?" England asked.
"Red," Henry said while pointing to France.
France smiled slightly and said, "Oui, Henry, papa is covered in red. Good job."
Henry giggled at being told he was right and smiled as England and France finished up. After this, the three of them went back to the meeting room where England fell asleep almost as soon as he took his seat; Henry situated on his lap also asleep.
By now the rest of the nations had several questions to ask; mostly ranging from if everyone was alright to why England's brothers were there. To this France answered that they were fine and decided to use now as a good enough time to tell the others about England's current pregnancy. The others were surprised by this and congratulated France, only to then continue the meeting and congratulate England after he finally awoke at one of the breaks; much to the island nation's unamusement.
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