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A/N: I am not going to attempt to emulate Scotland's accent, I do not want to offend anyone by butchering it very badly. I was going to skip this part but honestly I had too much fun thinking of the banter between England and Scotland. I looked up a few Scottish insults and phrases to throw in there to make Scotland a bit more authentic, I hope that's ok.

Part 3: Chapter 7: Sealing Old Wounds

England awoke to Belarus standing at the edge of his bed, staring at him. But then she produced a present from behind her back. "Can I open it now?" She asked him, he'd made her wait until Christmas day to open his gift to her.

"Sure love, it's officially Christmas day. Knock yourself out." She looked at the present and then at him again before she grabbed hold of his arm.

"Let's go by the tree." She said practically pulling him out of bed.

She dragged him to their Christmas tree which only had 4 gifts under it, one from Portugal and another from Japan, and for Belarus one from Lithuania and another from Ukraine.

Belarus sat on her knees with the gift in hand, while he sat crossed-legged opposite her on the floor.

She tore off the wrapping to pull out a traditional European style dress with blue argyle pattern across the sleeves. A blue and white striped belt separated the waist from the bust. The skirt of the dress had black and blue alternating fringes before being white laced at the bottom.

England watched her expression, a bit nervous on if she liked the dress or not. He'd spent time making it in between knitting Russia's scarf and finished it up after the World Meeting. She stared at it for a few long minutes before carefully placing it back into the little box it was in and setting it down.

England pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes, "Well if you don't li—"

He was cut short by Belarus jumping into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, and peppering his face with kisses. "I love it! I love it so much!" She said before planting a quick kiss on his lips.

England blinked and felt his whole face warm with blush. "I just hope this one doesn't end up burned too."

"Never." She said, shaking her head, "I'm sorry for burning the beautiful dress you made me."

"You should be, that dress took a lot of time and care to make." He said, as though he was still upset but a smile was on his lips. He lightly tapped her on the nose. Her cheeks salmon colored, eyes innocent and wide, in what appeared to be wonder. She blinked.

"How about I make us some breakfast?" Belarus asked, getting up from his lap.

"That would be lovely." he said and she gave him a nod.

And so far everything was going so right for him. Is this what it felt like to be in love? Belarus put on the kettle for tea and proceeded to fry bacon for the both of them.

They had bacon and eggs with a side of marmite on toast.

They ate in relative silence, only the sound of scraping forks and clinking teacups could be heard. Belarus avoided his eyes, something she'd never done before, and let out a sigh.

"I invited your big brothers over for dinner."

England let slip the teacup he had pinched between his fingers. They both heard it shatter as it hit the floor. Belarus blinked but neither of them moved to attend to the broken glass.

"You what?" He said as though he hadn't heard correctly but he'd heard just fine. His mouth slightly agape.

"I invited–"

"I heard what you said." His tone was cold and sharp as ice.

"I found a rolodex with their house numbers on them."

They were listed under their human names with their country names in brackets beside it. It wouldn't be too hard to figure out; the only Kirklands in that book would obviously be his relatives.

"And what gave you the audacity to invite them over?"

"You've met my Big Brother, I wanted to meet yours." She said before shrugging, "And I don't know, help you all get along." She muttered.

"I didn't tell you to meddle in my family affairs!"

"You meddled in mine, and I had no problem with it! Besides I thought it would be nice for the holidays or some shit. I didn't know you'd be a little bitch about it."

England was upset mostly because he hadn't seen his brothers in years. And things were going well so far and it was too soon for them to be fucked up. But then he thought about it, they'd held the same grudge as he did, there was no way they'd come over just because Belarus invited them.

England let out a disgruntled breath, "Fine. You've already invited them, there's no changing that now. But I wouldn't get my hopes up that they'd show." England said pushing his chair back to get up and retrieve a broom and dustpan to attend to the broken glass.

"We have to get ready just in case."

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After cooking what was originally supposed to be Christmas dinner for two into Christmas dinner for 6 in a few hours, England was tired. They made a slightly burnt turkey, stuffed with stuffing, served with brussel sprouts, roasted potatoes, pigs in a blanket and gravy. But strangely enough it felt good to cook for more than himself this year. He wouldn't tell Belarus that, but it warmed his heart just a bit.

The entire spread was made out, the wine was out, the plates were set, the utensils were placed. All they were waiting for now, was the arrival of his brothers, something that would obviously never come. But he'd humor Belarus for an hour or two before he'd tell her to give it a rest.

They were sitting on the couch, television on one of those generic Christmas specials. The time nearing the evening.

"I am so nervous! And so excited on the inside." She said, expression neutral. Honestly he couldn't tell unless she'd said so. "I hope they like what I made, but if they're your brothers the bar isn't that high anyway."

"What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Your cooking is bad, so their's must be too."

"For the last time, that is a rumor! My brothers don't like anyone badmouthing their so-called cuisine either. Scotland will force haggis down your gullet faster than you can question what it is; it tastes like fucking socks."

"You know, their names are like yours. And you're all passionate about that garbage you call food. I'd say you are probably a lot alike." She said.

England huffed, "I'm nothing like those idiots. Lets just watch the movie."

Belarus nodded and turned back towards the television. At times such as these Belarus was innocent and childlike, that sort of appearance must run in the family, although she was anything but. He didn't want to let her down, she obviously cared a lot about this, but he would take on the bearer of bad news when it needed to be done.

"Belarus I don't think-"

And at that moment the bell rang, sounding through the house like a loud gong. England's heart beat in his chest from surprise.

It can't be.

It rang again, and Belarus turned to him expectantly. But he was frozen in place. He blinked.

When it rang a third time, Belarus hopped up and ran towards the door.

But it was.

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The rest of this chapter will be in Belarus's P.O.V

Belarus opened the door to a man who had blonde hair, green eyes and identical eyebrows to England. His hair was just a bit longer and more tame than the Englishmans. The man smiled, "So you must be Belarus. Am I still invited for dinner? I'm not late am I?"

Belarus shook her head, "No you are not late, come in." And stepped aside to let the man in.

Belarus stared at the taller man. She didn't expect one of England's brothers to look so much like him. "I brought Christmas cake, oh but look at the little spread! Did you and England make this for us?" He looked back at her, before he let out a chuckle. "I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Wales! I'm sorry about not calling you back, I was just so surprised!" He said holding out his hand for her to shake. She did, still shocked.

Wales was so cheerful, nice and polite. She couldn't believe he was capable of bullying England, like he'd said.

Belarus nodded, "I wanted to meet you. England doesn't say too much about you."

"Oh well yeah, he likes to hold grudges. Still sore over his upbringing, but I'll be on my best behavior for you Ms. Belarus. It's Christmas after all, right?" He said as Belarus led him into the kitchen to put down his Christmas cake.

"Yes exactly."

"So like are you two married? I mean we would've known about an alliance right?"

"Oh no, it is not political."

"Oh! Oh that's sweet, I didn't think England would go through that again, after Eli-"

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted him. He looked towards the doorway, "England! Long time no see!" he smiled bright again.

"I would've liked to continue not seeing you but I guess you're the most tolerable. So it's fine for now." England said, signature scowl on his face, leaning against the door frame. He was shorter than Wales. "The other twats coming too?"

"North's carpooling with Scottie. I don't know if Ireland is coming. Belarus, did you invite Ireland too?" Wales looked at her and she blinked.

"I did." She said with a nod, gaze flickering between the two siblings.

"Oh for fucks sake! I can barely deal with being in the same room as the three of you! Now I'll have to deal with Ireland too! And North'll just be reduced to his little lap dog."

"Could you at least try to get along with Scottie, Ireland and North? Belarus really wants this to be a nice Christmas dinner. Come on, put it aside, do it for her. I know you're a big ole softie." Wales said having walked over to England and pulled on his cheeks.

"Argghhh!" England let out a grunt of frustration. And as Wales received a punch to his throat, Belarus blinked again for the third time that evening. And maybe she was even a little impressed(turned on) at how aggressive England was being. She'd never really seen him this violent with anyone else before, besides maybe France.

Wales let out a violent cough and hooked his arm around England's neck. England's eyes widened, a bit panicked as Wales's grip tightened. Belarus had her hand on the knob of the drawer where they stored a few knives.

"See Belarus we're off to a great start already." Wales rasped, "It'll be fine. I-I promise." His smile was innocent and sweet as England now looked like he was struggling to breathe. Belarus began to pull out the drawer, fingers groping for a handle to something sharp.

Belarus knew that type of sickeningly sweet smile anywhere.

She did not break eye contact with Wales as she threw a knife just a centimetre from his ear and into the adjacent wall.

Wales blinked, eyes wide as he let the other nation go and England let out a few breaths.

"My apologies. I'll be on my best behavior starting now." He said, with a chuckle.

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The doorbell rang again a short while later. Belarus had been listening to Wales recount a few stories of the past, which England would bitterly interject to reject Wales's claims.

Belarus got up from the couch again to go open the door.

She opened it to a tall man with fiery red hair, green eyes, and the same eyebrows as England. His hair was longer and just as messy as England's. Just behind him, peaked a shorter brunette with the same eyes and eyebrows. A tuft of hair stood up defiantly on its own.

"You're Belarus?" He asked with a thick accent, in what she assumed was English.

Belarus nodded.

"I got yer message! If the numpty ya live with hasn't told ya, I'm Scotland and this here is Northern Ireland. We're not late on the food are we?"

Scotland was the tallest of the brothers, and seemingly the loudest.

"No, come in." Belarus stepped aside to let the two nations in, smelling the lingering smell of cigars on them.

"You're real pretty. How did ya end up with a naff tube like England?" He asked her as she led them to the living room where England and Wales were sitting. She didn't get a chance to answer before Wales exclaimed excitedly.

"Scottie!"

"Wales!" Scotland said before running over to the other nation and enveloping him in a hug.

Wales pulled a reluctant Northern Ireland into a hug as well.

"I brought whiskey!" Scotland yelled before pulling out said bottle and the other two brothers yelled along with him.

"Will you all just shut up!" Four heads snapped in England's direction.

"England! Holy fucking shite I almost forgot!" And before anyone had a chance to react Scotland had England in a headlock and was grounding his fist into the top of his head.

"Haven't done this in ages! You still mad cause I can kick yer arse?"He asked with a booming laugh.

"Let go of me you fucking Neanderthal!" And then England sent some enraged punches to the other nation's stomach including one that was hard enough to send him into a coughing fit.

Scotland in response punched England on top of his head before letting him go, and he fell to the floor.

Belarus blinked a fourth time and honestly was kind of enjoying the violence. It reminded her a bit of home when she would watch Russia terrorize the Baltics although this exchange had less screaming.

"You ok Scottie?" Wales asked, seeing the other nation clutch his stomach a bit.

"Aye, I can take a few hits Wales."

Northern Ireland didn't say anything but Belarus could feel a dangerous aura coming from the other man, towards England. She would know, having sent a few herself at anyone who would dare look at Russia.

Northern Ireland was on her watchlist for now and she sent a glare in his direction. The other nation blinked and furrowed his eyebrows as he caught her gaze.

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Convinced that Ireland wasn't coming and it was getting late, the five nations sat down to eat. England sat at the head of the table, Belarus and Wales on either side of him. She was also next to Scotland and Northern Ireland was across from him.

England prayed over their food twice for some reason, and in two slightly different ways. Belarus was a bit confused, until she heard Scotland chuckling lowly beside her, causing England to glare at him.

"Is something funny about my praying?"

"No, no you're fine." Scotland shook his head.

"Oh spit it out, you've never held back on taking the piss out on me before. Why stop now?"

"Ya haven't decided which faith ya follow yet? I think it's funny ya follow both."

"Oh that's what that was about? I thought he was doing it for Scotland or Belarus. I thought she was Catholic or something like him." Wales said, a giggle escaping his mouth.

"Shut up you bastards!" England said cheeks red with blush, only causing them to laugh even more.

Soon England cut them slices of turkey and they passed their plates around to fill them up. Scotland stocked up on pigs in a blanket, more so than anything else, she noticed.

The wine bottle was left untouched as all of them drank the whiskey Scotland brought. The table was silent except for the sounds of chewing and the scraping of forks on plates before they were all pretty much finished.

Scotland took out a cigar and lighter, and promptly lit his cigar.

"SO what's yer deal, huh? Should we be expectin' an alliance? I mean I wouldn't be surprised it already happened with how England likes to make fuckin decisions without tellin' us." Scotland said, glance cast in her direction.

"I already asked, Scottie. It's purely non political." Wales answered.

"My last statement still stands!" He said after taking another puff of his cigar.

"Oh come off it Scotland! You know I make all of the government decisions because you're irresponsible!"

"Bullshite! You don't fucking respect me! You're a fucking tyrant, you want to control everything! Newsflash, I'm part of Great Britain too you eejit!"

"Cry me a river! What are you gonna do about it then? Succeed?

"Aye! I'll succeed!"

"Right, sure. You said that before, and look where you are."

"I agree with Scotland, I succeed too." Northern Ireland said in a thick Irish accent.

"Shut up, you'll say anything to be with Ireland but that's not going to happen." England said to Northern Ireland who went back to silence but sat probably simmering with anger.

"I think we should all calm down. But I do agree you tend to keep us out of the loop a lot of the time," Wales said, voice still even. "I'm not entirely in agreement with our Brexit plan…" he muttered.

"Oh bloody boo fucking who! You don't get to wank off with those fuckers in the EU anymore! I did what was best for us!"

"That's it, you selfish bawbag!" Scotland stood up, and snuffed out his cigar as his chair screamed, sliding across the wooden floor.

"I'm not scared of you Scotland!" England said standing up as well, cracking his knuckles.

"Come on then!" Scotland said, hitting his chest with one of his fists.

And all the other three nations could do was watch as England climbed on top of the table. Scotland followed suit. Belarus was surprised it could hold both of their weights. England threw the first punch, right at Scotland's jaw, having moved over to where he was standing. Plates skid off of the table and onto the floor, their glasses close behind but the three remaining nations at the table managed to save the one's they'd used.

There was a brief pause as England shook his wrist, "Didn't expect that to hurt did you?" England asked him, a smirk on his face.

"Is that all ya got?" Scotland asked him and then Scotland started punching England in the face. The last one making a sickening crunch as it connected with England's nose. It knocked him back and off of the table onto the floor. He'd knocked over his chair.

The loud echo of metal against hardwood floors, sounded as a few utensils fell onto the floor too. Surprisingly they missed knocking over the turkey.

"Scottie! Go easy on him, please!" Wales almost shouted, but despite how polite he seemed, he did not attempt to stop the two brothers from fighting.

"Give him your left hook." Northern Ireland encouraged Scotland, she assumed.

Scotland jumped down from the table. Knocking over the untouched bottle of wine, shattering glass and spilling red liquid onto the wooden floor.

England managed to put some distance between them when he got back up, for a moment, blood dripping from his nose. He blocked with his arms as Scotland's fists kept coming. Belarus grabbed the knife she had used to cut her turkey, while Wales and Northern Ireland weren't looking.

Scotland changed tactics and went for England's stomach instead. Another aimed for his ribs, causing the other nation to wince.

Belarus got up, carefully as to not arouse any suspicion, but the two brothers were too busy watching Scotland beat up England to really notice anyway. The skin around one of England's eyes was turning a dark purplish color, she noticed. She made her way over toward them carefully.

England by now landed an uppercut to the other nation's jaw and another punch straight for his mouth.

Scotland spit out what looked to be a tooth. England's knuckle was ripped at the skin of his fingers and bleeding from making contact with Scotland's teeth.

Belarus had never seen such a dangerous look in England's eyes before. Oddly enough she felt her heart skip a beat. But ignored it to continue the task at hand.

Belarus, seeing that England now had the upper hand, took action; holding up her knife, she ran towards Scotland, who she had planned to stab in the neck. But suddenly England shoved Scotland to the ground, caused her to stumble and stab him right through his palm.

Apparently England was attempting to stop her by also catching her wrist but missed by a wide margin. The Englishman had been punched quite a few times in the head so his angle was off.

"FUCK!" He screamed as blood poured profusely from the wound, running down the length of his arm.

It was quite a lot of blood, not to mention the blood lost from his broken nose.

"Holy fucking shite!" Scotland said having got back up and was taking in the scene. Belarus couldn't really move, shocked as she still held the bloody knife. She'd never missed, and she always hit her intended target.

Why would England push Scotland out of the way? He was clearly losing, and in danger. I was helping.

Scotland led him back to the table to sit down in a chair, as his initial panic started to wear off. Wales came over with a bunch of napkins from the table and was trying to stop the blood.

"Holy shite, that's a lot of blood, just soaking through the napkins." Wales said shaking his head as though it were just a minor inconvenience.

"My head is swimming. I might just go to sleep right here."

"At least wait until you get this wrapped up." Wales said.

"Where do ya keep the bandages?" Scotland asked, giving her a little shake, his lips a bit swollen from where England had punched him.

Belarus blinked and hurriedly went towards the bathroom to grab some bandages.

To her surprise, Scotland took them from her once she pulled them out of the medicine cabinet and went back out to the dining room in order to apply them to England himself.

Shortly after, England passed out from blood loss, face planting onto the dinner table.

They all joined in helping her clean up the mess. They tried to gather up what they could salvage for leftovers.

"Were you going to stab me?" Scotland asked her, sweeping up the broken glass plates.

Belarus nodded, cutting up what was left of the turkey to store in a plastic container.

"You really care about that little son of a bitch don't ya?"

"Yes, I love him very much."

"Well you're alright in my books, Belarus." He said patting her on the head, and Belarus also liked him as well.

"I'm sorry we kind of ruined dinner for you Belarus. I'm sure you're not used to all of this roughhousing." Wales said to her, expression apologetic. He was moping up the spilled wine.

"It is not a problem. I'm used to it, and I've hurt England way worse than this before."

"You have?" Wales furrowed his eyebrows.

"Just a few months ago I stabbed him in the back because he drank a love potion and said he was in love with Portugal."

"As you should." Northern Ireland agreed from in the kitchen where he was washing the now dirty silverware."

And you know of my big brother, Russia, yes?" Scotland and Wales did a collective shutter before Wales vigorously nodded. "I think that speaks for itself."

Wales blinked, left speechless for the first time all night.

"You are some kind of woman, I'll give you that." Scotland let out a hearty laugh.

"But I just have one question, England acts like he hates you but he pushed you out of the way, why?" Belarus asked Scotland as she was now putting away the leftover brussels sprouts.

"Our relationship is kind of rocky, political turmoil and all that but it's certainly better than it was before. After all we're still brothers." He'd managed to light another cigar. Scotland shrugged, "England's always been this rough with us. I don't know how he's fooled ya all with that "polite" Victorian era gentleman jobby."

"It's probably for diplomacy." Wales said.

"Diplomacy my arse, he just wants to act like he's better than everyone else. But you've seen it with your own eyes. Belarus, take from that what you will."

Belarus had no use for this information really. She would probably never get under England's skin as well as those three could.

Wales offered to carry England to bed for her, and she agreed upon realizing how heavy his practically dead body would be and even more so trying to go upstairs.

Soon Belarus bid the three nations goodbye and they made promises to visit again soon even if England didn't want them to. And that she was welcome to visit them. And England too.

Belarus shut the door, finished the process of putting away the leftovers, and putting away the dishes before going to bed.

Belarus snuggled up close to England even though he probably wouldn't be able to notice her presence, and just hoped he wouldn't be out for too long.

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Belarus was awoken in the wee hours of the morning by blood curdling screams. Belarus sat up and rubbed her eyes as England went through the process of coming back to life. "You are awake." She said, her voice was still groggy.

"They're gone aren't they?"

"Your big brothers are gone yes."

"Well at least that's over."

"It seems they care about you, so that is nice."

"I suppose things weren't as bad as I first thought. I apologize for being so belligerent; it was extremely out of line and I should have instead tried to make this the best night for you."

Belarus waved him off. "I enjoyed myself, it is not uncommon in my family to witness violence and your big brothers like me, so it is fine. I also did not know you could be so violent. You should use more violence to achieve your goals."

And in response he laughed. Belarus was confused but enjoyed hearing him laugh just the same.

"And look where that got me. I don't think I'd be able to handle this sort of thing long term, at least not like I used to."

He then got out of bed, "I'll go change out of these blood covered clothes." He said going toward the bathroom.

Belarus blinked, and added it to the list of things she didn't understand about England.

She decided to go back to sleep to get a few more hours before the sun rose. And not deep into sleep she felt England wrap his arms around her, in sort of an embrace.

Belarus then fell asleep, not unlike when she would sleep with Ukraine, feeling safe right where she was.

A/N: Testosterone is one hell of a drug my guy.

This chapter is (kind of) officially the last one, the next one is just an epilogue to tie up a few loose ends.

Thank you for reading! Criticism Welcome.