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Ch.50 My America

Scotland ran onto the battle field where America and England had just stopped fighting. He found England alone sitting in the rain crying. Scotland kneeled by him and snatched him into his arms. England wailed into his chest clinging tightly. Scotland had never seen England cry like this before. He held him tighter uttering soothing words in his ear.

"He's gone. He won Scottie. He won. I couldn't shoot him. I just couldn't." England whimpered. "I could never hurt him."

Scotland sighed scooping him up into his arms gently. He nuzzled his face into his hair.

"I know Albion. I know." He whispered kissing his head then carried him off.

The next day Wales, North, and Ireland appeared on his doorstep looking murderous.

"He's taking it really bad right?" Ireland said darkly.

"Yes he is."

"Broke his heart?"

"Into a million pieces."

"I'll fucking murder him." Wales sneered joining the conversation.

"No we'll all fucking murder him!" North said determined.

"Let's go." Scotland said evilly and they flashed away. America's screams could be heard all over his town that day mixed with maniacal laughing. (and they wonder why England is so messed up. Look at who he got it from) They went back to Scotland's house and checked on England. He was awake now and crying. They held him.

"He's gone. My America is gone. He hates me. Why?! Damn it why?!"

"He's a fool. England. Trust me it'll be ok." Wales said hugging him.

"It'll never be ok." England whispered clinging.

They looked at each other sadly. England was never supposed to be broken. He was supposed to be their happy silly crazy little brother that they adored. So his sadness was their sadness. They held him tighter uttering soothing words to him the whole time.

Time Skip

Scotland found out how sick England got around July 4th. He had never known how depressed and sick he got. He always acted like he was fine. They should have known better. They quickly went to his house and found him drinking on his couch crying. They stormed to him.

"Why the hell didn't you tell us you were like this every year on this day?!" Wales snarled holding him up by the collar of his shirt.

"I didn't want to be a burden." England whispered. "If I'm a burden then you'll get tired of me too. And then you'll leave. Just like America did." He whimpered.

"England." North spat. "We're never leaving you."

"Never?"

"Never ever." Ireland said softly stealing him from Wales and holding him.

"Not in a million years." Scotland said wrapped them both up in a hug.

"Thank you." England mumbled after a moment.

From then on every year they would go to his house and special care of him on that day. But after the World Wars he stopped acting like that. He was better and they were happy.

Time skip again!

Nations cowered at the roar that ripped from Scotland's throat. America had thrown a huge party and invited everyone. Right now he was talking with England hand on his shoulder rubbing it lightly. They were getting close again due to America constantly talking to him and rebuilding what they had. They had talked about everything after the World Wars and agreed to try to build a friendship. Now they were really close. Scotland hadn't known about that until today. America screamed when his couch flew at him. He ducked and yanked England down with him so he wouldn't get hit.

"I'LL MURDER YOU! GET BACK HERE YOU BURGER EATING FREAK!" Scotland roared as America ran and took after him.

"Why is he trying to kill America?" North asked Prussia.

"Because he found out he and England are close friends."

"YOUR DEAD YOU FAT ARSE BITCH!" North screamed joining the chase. Soon Ireland and Wales joined not knowing what was going on but figured they should join in for fun. England stared wide eyed watching them try to kill America. Why was this happening? Why couldn't they be normal? America ran to him and hide behind him.

"SAVE ME!" he screeched. England stood in front of him protectively. They kept charging at them murder in their eyes. England felt his body freeze as fear struck him. He was going to die now. Just because he was protecting America. Now in their right mind they would never hurt England but they didn't seem to be in their right mind. He saw the fierce protectiveness that he had never faced personally. Now he knew why everyone feared his older brothers when they were in a protective mood. They were scary as hell. He flinched and his breath hitched as he shut his eyes ready to die because they were still charging with knives. He opened them when nothing came. Knives hovering in front of his face. The four looked shocked like they had just come back to reality. Which they probably did. England stared wide eyed at the knives breathing quickening in fear. They moved them fast.

"No England. Damn it. We didn't mean to scare you. We would never stab you." Ireland said snatching him close.

"Apparently you would!"

"England. We would never." Scotland soothed stroking his hair. England whimpered hiding his face into Ireland's chest.

"You're scary. I thought I was going to die."

"We would never kill you England." North said kissing his cheek.

"You should know that." Wales soothed.

"Hey America." Scotland said lazily. America paused. He had started sneaking away after they put their knives away. "Where do you think you're going?"

America screamed and started running. Scotland kissed England's cheek and took after him again. The others did the same. England walked to Prussia.

"I nearly died."

"I know little buddy. Some on. Let's go drink." He said wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "And beat up France."

"Why do you want to beat up France?"

"I SEE YOU GRABBING MY BABY BRUDER'S BUTT YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU BETTER PREPARE TO DIE!" Prussia screamed from across the room from France.

"YAY! LET'S GO!" England cheered and the two attacked France. Germany blinked down at them then rolled his eyes and walked away.

"SAVE ME!" America screamed running to Germany and diving behind him and climbing on his back.

"What?" Germany asked raising an eyebrow. "HOLY SHIT! FUCK!" he screamed when knives flew at him that were meant for America. Everyone paused eyes wide. Germany stared at them shocked. The four brothers stared horrified. He had dodged them enough to keep them from stabbing into him. But there were two cuts on his right cheek one above the other and the same on the right side of his neck now because the knives had flown by him and grazed him as they did. Blood bubbled and rolled down his cheek and neck.

"We're so fucking sorry." Wales gasped.

"THAT WAS MEANT FOR YOU AMERICA! YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT STOP HIDING BEHIND PEOPLE!" North roared. Then they felt a familiar dark presence behind them.

"We're so sorry. Prussia." Wales whimpered. Prussia pulled out his gun he always kept on him. They ran screaming. Prussia chased them cackling maniacally.

America and England lead Germany to the bathroom to clean his cuts.

"I'm sorry." America said.

"It's alright. You didn't know they would throw the knives."

"I'm sorry for my brothers nearly killing you two."

"I'm sorry mine is probably killing them right now." Germany offered.

"I don't give a shit. They nearly murdered my two best friends. They deserve it." England said shrugging.

Later that night everyone was watching the firework show America had set up. America smiled at England sitting by him on the grass. England smiled back leaning against him and warm arms wrapped around him.

'They may not like it. They're going to have to get over it though. Because you will always be my America. And I'll never let you go again.' England thought sighing as he snuggled into America's side.

'They may not like it. But I care for you. I'm going to fix everything. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'll never do that again. You will always be my England. I love you so much. I will get their approval someday. Then everything will be ok. Because we will finally be together.' America thought nuzzling his face into the top of England's head as he held him. No one was going to keep him from his England anymore.

Time skip again again again!

America sat in front of Scotland. His face was serious and determined.

"We need to talk."

"Do we?" Scotland hummed smoking his cigarette and reading the paper in the kitchen.

"You four have accepted me. You four let me date your brother and he says you don't really mind me anymore that you four have come to forgetting about the past and accepting our relationship."

"Maybe. Where are you going with this?"

"I'm not taking him away from you because clearly we can't move in together because our countries are too far apart. But I'm willing to half move in. I'll probably stay here more than he will at my house when the time comes."

"You're saying you want to move in?"

"After."

"After what?"

"I want your permission."

"Permission to move in?"

"Permission to marry England." America said blue eyes boring into his green ones.

"Why are you asking me?" Scotland said crossing his arms.

"Because it's only right. You raised him and he looks up to you like a brother and a father figure. I know he would want me to ask you for permission before I propose to him. We'll be engaged several years before we actually get married though so it won't be rushed. It's only right for me to do so. So I'm asking. Will you let me marry your brother?"

Scotland eyed the young nation and smiled. America stared at him hopefully. Scotland sighed and put out his cigarette and looked at America seriously. He opened his mouth to give the man an answer.

To be continued in a later chapter...

DDDiiiiidddddd you guys like it? Dooo you want to kill me for leaving a cliff hanger? I'll finish is after a few more chapters. Deal with it you're going to have to wait before you know what he says. This chapter was inspired by a private message I received.

how did the brothers react to the revolutionary war w/ america and how did they help england get over (?) it. And how did America get close to england again (because overprotective brothers) ^-^ hope you can update on my birthday

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