The whole meeting was a mess, with nations trying to either defend themselves or their older siblings, objections to the results being thrown everywhere. England however, had a smirk on his face. Despite being the acting representation of the United Kingdom, he was in fact the youngest of his brothers, and man would it be fun to rub it into their faces.
"Honestly, I can't believe you're all causing a ruckus over this one session," He muttered to himself, already formulating an idea of how to inform his brothers in the most offensive way possible. "Hmph..So we can see from the data how differently the older brothers perform.. I suppose it's a rather interesting theory-"
"Hey you, hold it right there!" An angry voice interrupts England's train of thought, and he turns around to be met face to face with the very same older brothers he was just thinking about "That piece of shite theory.. You really think you can make those claims in our presence!?"
"Britain, what's going on?" Germany asked, just as surprised as anyone else as to their appearance at the meeting.
"Britain? BRITAIN?!" Scotland asked rhetorically, face turning dark "Which one of you here bastards just called Artie 'Britain'? Now I know where he gets his ego from, all of you are feeding it by calling him the whole damn island!"
"Hey it's England 2.0, 3.0, and 4.0!" America piped up unhelpfully "How are you dudes?"
"Did he just call us… England?" Wales shuddered in horror, staring at America wide-eyed.
"I'm afraid so.." Northern Ireland nodded slowly.
"Can't believe Artie never taught that kid the difference, at least the others here will teach him." Scotland muttered, patting his brother on the shoulder before turning to look at the room. "Since someone here seems to suffer from their intelligence- or lack thereof, I'll be introducing myself and my brothers. I'll only say it once, so you dimwits better listen. We'll start off with the other two of us on the island of Great Britain. Remember, it's an island, so stop calling it England, or calling him Britain for that matter, otherwise his ego's gonna become so big it'll connect us to mainland Europe."
"I'm Wales, bordered by England to the east. My flag's got a dragon, maybe that rings a bell." Wales says, putting his arms up to try and imitate a dragon's wings, though he's quickly stopped by Northern Ireland who realises it'll quickly start to look like he's imitating a chicken instead.
"And I'm Scotland, you should know me already. Last reminder that myself, Wales and our little brother England make up the island of Great Britain. Now let's move on to the last guy, if you mix him up with Ireland just call him North instead" Scotland explains, pulling Wales next to him while pointing at England to make a point of the difference between the geography of the island their countries are on and the resulting political borders.
"I'm Northern Ireland, but you can call me North for short." Northern Ireland pipes up, already used to being called simply 'Ireland'.
"Alright, that's it. I'll take it that you all understand?" Scotland asks, though it sounds less like a question and has more of a 'I dare you to say anything else stupid' tone.
"What's the difference between Britain and the United Kingdom again..?" Malaysia asks tentatively, causing Scotland to once again facepalm, sighing about 'How Artie never taught anyone'.
"Okay since clearly my little brother never taught anyone despite being a decently powerful empire at some point, might as well teach everyone in one go." Scotland sighs heavily, pulling a magic wand similar to that of England's and summoning a blackboard with a map of the British Isles on it.
"This, is the island of Great Britain, it has myself, Wales and England. Next to it is the island of Ireland, which is split between Ireland and Northern Ireland." Scotland explains quickly, pointing at the respective brothers to elaborate. "England is that prick over there-"
"Who are you calling a prick huh?!" England screams, marching up to Scotland with a middle finger raised.
"Shut it, we don't need you stealing the spotlight for any longer." The older brother laughs, holding him in a headlock before continuing "the United Kingdom is the union of myself, Wales, Northern Ireland and England. He's the acting representative in world meetings, unfortunately." Scotland finishes before running up to strangle the poor man who announced the stats of the nations, forcing the rest of the brothers to pull him off the poor man.