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Ch.49 Without him

Scotland glanced over as a car drove slowly by him as he walked down the sidewalk. He stopped and turned to face it then knocked on the window when it stopped by him.

"Hey. You got something you need there buddy?" he asked making himself look very threatening. The window rolled down.

"Actually there is."

"Yeah well what is it? Who the hell are you?"

"Someone who just wants his paycheck." He said smiling.

Scotland rose an eyebrow then tried to dodge when the gun appeared. He wasn't fast enough. Pain exploded in his head then his chest and throat. He felt like everything was slow as he hit the pavement then he saw a lot of his past flashing in his mind before everything went bright. So bright he felt blinded and then nothing. He felt and saw absolutely nothing.

Time skip

England pranced to the door after there was knocking then a thud. He opened it grinning. Maybe it was a package or better. His lions had beat up France for hiding in the bushes again. He stopped when green eyes stared up at him blankly. He felt his body go numb and everything stopped. He knelt down and felt there was no pulse and could tell he had been dead awhile. He tapped his eyes just to be sure. No reaction just a face covered in blood frozen in shock. Two bullets in his forehead, one in his throat, and three in his chest around his heart. England stared blankly hand drifted over his eyes and shutting them so they would stop staring up at him. He felt vomit rising in his throat. He turned and faced a bush as he retched all the contents of his stomach out onto the ground. He flicked out his phone and called all his brothers and told them to get home then tried to see if he could get Scotland back. When Ireland got there he saw England just sitting blankly with puke on his mouth tears falling fast and cradling Scotland in his arm. Blood was covering both of them. A man was not far away mangled and dead. He ran to them worried.

"Did you know it's easy to find someone when they suck and leave the slightest bit of DNA?" England whispered. "Did you know it's easier to find them when they are spying on you across the street?"

"England?"

"Did you know that I could kill someone with my bare hands and not give a shit? Did you know I enjoyed his screams as I broke seventy-two of his bones very slowly? Did you know I like cutting him open and showing him every damn organ in his body before he bled out? Did you know if I could revive repeatedly him I would kill him in different ways every time I got him back?"

"England? What happened?" Ireland asked shakily.

"He killed Alba." England said looking up at him. "He killed my Alba. He killed him. Alba's dead Ireland. He was too far gone to get back." England said face crumpling. "I tried so hard after hanging up with you three. I used magic and everything. He's already starting to fade slightly. In another hour his body will be gone." He sobbed. Ireland was shocked then he heard a wail rip out of his own throat. He knelt by England and held them both.

"Scottie no." he wailed repeatedly.

North and Wales came home next and stared at them. Then realized what had happened. All four cradled his body screaming and crying.

"I need you." England whispered face hidden in his hair as he cradled his body close. Then it disappeared.

"I know you need me. I'll be back. So stop crying." A voice said softly. Scotland smiled at them hand in their mother's. "I promise I'll be back." He said then the two disappeared.

And another time skip

Ireland didn't know what to do. They didn't know how to function it seemed. Wales stayed locked in his room a lot and just cried. He got his work done but he wouldn't talk to anyone not even his brothers. North was distant and would get angry a lot. He blew up over the smallest things and wouldn't do any work. He just sat in his room and watched home videos with Scotland in them. Ireland himself was a wreck. He felt so tired and angry most of the time. He felt like a piece of him was missing. Sometimes he thought he heard Scotland talking but cry when he realized it wasn't him. But he was also trying to fix his brothers. He was the oldest at the moment and he had to take care of his little brothers. England seemed worse off. Ireland would catch him in Scotland's bed sleeping and even crying as he slept. But when awake he was silent. He was over working himself more than usually and was dropping weight fast because he didn't want to eat. He also disappeared some nights. He had found out what terrorist organization had sent the man to kill Scotland. He would leave every time he found out someone was a member and go slaughter them. He was dead set on revenge and that wasn't healthy. How many times in the past month has Ireland clean out gunshot wounds or stab wounds in the past month? How many times has he seen that blank dull expression on his baby brother's face as he did it and not even get a wince out of the blonde man? How many more times could he do this before he finally broke completely? How many more times will he be able to do this before he couldn't anymore because England got himself killed? That was his biggest fear. Losing England who was so dead set on revenge he was destroying himself and he didn't even realize it. Or maybe he did but he just didn't care. Ireland wished so hard that he could have been there to save Scotland or if he couldn't at least be the one that found his body first. England was alone with his dead body over an hour before Ireland got there. How much did England suffer before he had gotten there? And at what moment did he completely break? Was it when he first saw Scotland dead? When he couldn't revive Scotland? Or was it when he saw his big brother's murderer and killed him? Ireland didn't know how much more he could take. He laid in his bed pondering everything then fell asleep. He woke that morning a hand shaking him.

"Hey. You were the only one home. I heard you screaming. Was it a nightmare?" a voice soothed as arms lifted him and he was cradled in a lap.

"Did it ever stop hurting? When you lost Prussia for those eight years he was dead because he was killed when he wasn't a nation so he stayed gone longer?"

"Nein." Germany said softly nuzzling his face into his neck. "It didn't. I never got over it. He died in front of me and I couldn't do anything about it. You can't imagine how relieved I was when the people decided to give his land back in 2011. Then I had my big bruder back. But I never stopped hurting but you learn after time how to start functioning again. Oh and they can see us. So Scotland may or may not hit you four for torturing yourselves. Prussia smacked the shit out of me when he got back and started yelling at me. I neglected my health so much when he was gone and that's why he's such an over protective person now. He's scared I'll act like that again if I get depressed. Stop hurting yourself by not taking care of yourself. The more you four do that the more you hurt Scotland because like I said they can see us."

"I'll try. I'll also try to fix them."

"You can't fix everyone Ireland." Germany whispered kissing his temple. "The only ones who can fix them is themselves. You can't fix everyone. I know you want to. But sometimes you just can't. You need to focus on fixing yourself before you try to fix them. I know you'll try to anyways even though I'm telling you that you can't. But know this. The broken cannot fix the broken. You'll only end up hurting each other more. Focus on yourself but also do little things to help them. They'll come around eventually."

"Even England?"

"Ja?"

"How do you know?"

"Because England and I grieve the same way. What he's doing now. Is exactly how I acted when I lost Prussia."

"I remember that now." He whispered. "For a year there. Everyone thought you were going to run yourself into the ground and die. But then you got better."

"Only because of you and the rest of your crazy family." Germany said softly nuzzling his face into his cheek.

"I'm glad. I'm glad we could help."

"It was mostly you that fixed part of me you know that? You made the days better and made them worth living. You made me want to keep living and keep moving on."

"How in the world did I do that? All I did was be your friend. All of us was your friend so why was it mostly me?"

"Would you believe me if I said I have had a crush on you since you stole my first kiss?" Germany asked squeezing him. "Would you also believe way before we started dating. After Italy and I broke up and you were there. I realized something and I don't know when it happened."

"What happened?'

"I never knew when you first became everything I ever wanted. Just one day I just realized. That if I have you everything will stay ok. Because somehow you became everything I needed in my life. You became my whole world."

"What about Prussia?" Ireland asked turning in his lap facing him and planted kisses to his face.

"Prussia is like Pluto. Very important and very special because no one recognizes him as a country even now so I get to be selfish and gloat in the fact he stays by my side most. I love him very much because he's my big bruder and he's him. Also like Pluto he has the people that cares about him and loves him and recognizes him as a country. Pluto is a planet fuck everyone who calls it a star, but Pluto also has the people that love it and still consider it a planet, that is why Prussia and Pluto are alike. It's also because they start with P's. So if you get to be my world Prussia gets to be my Pluto. My world and my Pluto is the two most important things in my life. You two are equal in my eyes. Though Prussia is always going to be loved a bit more because he is my bruder."

"Germany?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you high?"

"…..I don't know anymore."

Ireland laughed for the first time in the past month. Germany joined him and the two laughed like idiots on his bed. But what Germany said did have meaning even if he was comparing Ireland and Prussia to planets. Ireland loved how meaningful and silly he was. He loved him a lot and was so glad he was his and was there to help him through his hard time. He got him to lay down and cuddle with him. Maybe everything would be ok. Eventually and hopefully soon they would get Scotland back.

The next week Ireland woke to a large bulky frame climbing into his bed behind him snatching him back legs tangling with his and cuddling him.

"What are you doing here?" Ireland hummed grinning and rolled over sleepily. "I thought you were at work today angel." He said planting a kiss to his cheek.

"I didn't know I had work today."

Ireland blinked a few times the screamed lurching back and falling out of bed.

"But we were bonding so well! I'm so touched that you called me an angel and kissed my cheek!"

"YOU STUPID RED HEADED PIECE OF SHIT! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GERMANY! YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO DO THIS! I WILL END YOU! YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT!" Ireland roared.

"But I just got back." Scotland said pouting.

Ireland glared at him then faltered as it fully registered his big brother was back. He let out a scream diving on him and clinging. Scotland started laughing holding him and soothed him as he wailed into his chest. He stroked his hair and kissed his forehead uttering soothing words. Then after exploded on him for not taking good care of himself. Then held him again until he heard North get home. He went to his room and opened the door. North stared mouth open shocked then wailed diving into his arms. Scotland gave him the same treatment as Ireland then went through the same thing with Wales. They sat around waiting for England. He didn't come home until two in the morning covered in blood and swaying dangerously.

"Ireland." He hummed. "Stitch up the bullet wounds please and thank you." He said going by tiredly to the bathroom. Scotland motioned for Ireland to stay put and stalked after England. England blinked at him sitting on the counter. He smiled at him. "Welcome home Alba." He said as tears spilled. Scotland sighed and hugged him.

"You're in so much fucking trouble." He uttered in his ear.

"I figured." England mumbled. "But they're all gone. They can't hurt my family ever again. That's all I wanted." England said snuggling his face into his shoulder sighing. "I missed you." He whispered.

"I missed you too. Now let's get started on those wounds." Scotland said. England had to shower first. England pouted as he screamed at him the whole time he was doctoring him. Scotland stalked out after he was done only to earn a wail.

"You can't do that!" England sobbed.

"Do what?"

"You can't just walk away after yelling at me!"

"Oh that's right. I had forgotten about my baby brother's need to be held and cuddled after he got in trouble." Scotland teased.

"You did not! You only wanted to be mean to me!" England cried jumping off the counter.

"Hmm. Maybe I did." Scotland teased going to him then carried him off to his bed to lay down and cuddle with him. Everyone else was already in his bed sleeping. Scotland smiled amused. His little brothers were too cute for their own good.

That was how Germany and Prussia found them at seven in the morning. All cuddling asleep in Scotland's bed. Prussia looked at Germany and grinned. Germany went into a fit of laughter after he tossed him over a shoulder and carried him to the couch so they could watch TV and cuddle. Prussia demanded to be cuddled like Scotland claiming if Scotland's little brothers weren't too old to cuddle with him then Germany wasn't too old to cuddle with Prussia. The two fell asleep on the couch after a while. Flying was exhausting. They woke later in Scotland's bed with the Kirkland's.

"Why are we here?"

"Because you two watched out for my baby brothers. I couldn't thank you enough for that." Scotland said looking at them.

"So you took us in here to cuddle with all you freaks?"

"Yes."

"Cool." Prussia said shrugging then latched onto North. Germany gave him an offended look that he was let go of and replaced so easily. Then latched onto Ireland as revenge and even planted kisses to his face just to set Prussia off. Ireland laughed as Prussia ranted that his little brother shouldn't be kissing shit like him. Scotland rolled his eyes amused. Everything was as it should be.

So good? Bad? Well I hope you people liked it. You have no idea how hard it was for me to write this. I cried. I hope someone else cries. I don't want to be the only one that cried. It was more of the thought of Scotland dying that made me cry. I love Scottie he's the best! Anyways this chapter was inspired by this review.

Can we have one where England or one of his brothers are dead and the rest have to wait for them to come back? I don't mind if it is a past or present event. I just want to see how you would have the rest of the brothers handling nit having one of their number around.

LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! *cries in corner* Haha but anyways hope you liked it thanks for the review.

Hey sorry I haven't uploaded in a while guys. The past four days have been like this in this order. College, see friend graduate, party, sleep, wake up and work, try to find lost cat, sleep, wake up and work, nearly dies while at work, go to another party, sleep, work, nearly die again because my aunt and uncle are stupid and anger cows (I work on a farm), go home and look for lost cat again, sleep, work, sleep, college, still trying to find cat, and now I'm writing yayyyyyyy! XD literally how my schedule was just in case you're wondering why I haven't posted. Also this was the last review I saw so if anyone has left a review since the 27th message me and let me know because I'm not seeing any others. I'm just making sure it didn't break again like it did that one time when I couldn't see any reviews for several days. But if I actually caught up and no one had left a review then yay for me! Don't get me wrong I love you people leaving reviews about what you want a chapter about. I'm just saying yay at the fact I didn't get to far behind.