I decided to not write out Scotlands accent, it got to difficult.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T GO BACK?" Scotland was currently inching slowly away from the obviously furious American. "WHAT ABOUT SCHOOL AND MY FRIENDS AND.." She continued to rant, oblivious to the scot.
"That's exactly what I mean," he finally interjected as she began calming down, "once a human learns the secret of the nations they have to watched and we have to make sure they don't tell anyone." He leaned back in his chair and took another sip of his drink.
Amelia just gave him a blank stare, "Can't you just ask nicely for me not to tell?"
" 'fraid not. People think your dead, if you were to suddenly come back to life, healthy and only a little battered they'll ask questions. You can try to lie but they'll pry until they've torn apart your lie and figured out the truth. Its far too dangerous now."
Amelia felt ready to commit horrible bloody murder but held herself in check as it would not help her poor ribs. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you so much."
"Well thats a bit excessive considering I did just save your life." Scotland chuckled and swished his alcohol, smirking down at the glowering American.
"Nessie saved me, your just the moron she brought me to, I hope you die of liver failure and lung cancer and any other horrible death I can think of."
Scotland mearly smirked wider and stood up, stretching out slowly, "I think we'll get to know each other very well over the next few years." Amelia yelled in frustration and chucked her water at him.
The cup broke and glass shards went everywhere as the water soaked through his uniform. Amelia sat up straighter and snatched up her plate and aimed it at him, "I hope you burn in hell you insufferable, pompous, arrogant bastard!" Scotland ducked behind a chair shouting, "What the hell is wrong with you, damnit. Put that plate down Amelia, don't you want to talk about?"
Amelia launched the plate yelling, "NO, I don't want to talk about it, I want to go home! He flinched as the plate shattered on the floor next to him.
"Well you don't get to go home so just calm down an accept it."
"American's never take it sitting down and nor am I. Take me home." She yelled, this time throwing her fork.
Scotland hunkered down behind the chair, bacing himself for a long day.
An hour later after throwing a temper tantrum Amelia finally settled back into the only bed and glowered at the Scot who finally had emerged from behind the chair, grateful that most of his stuff had been spared.
"Are ye calm?" He got no answer so he ventured out and saw the little person was fast asleep. "Glaring one moment and sleeping the next?" He picked up his phone and dialed his younger brother England. "I'll be coming to the next meeting and I'm bringing a guest." He heard his brother sputter with anger as he hung up, he turned back to the American and pulled the blankets closer to her neck. "Crazy American."