I don't own Hetalia
"You must be demented to think I'm going to wear that!" Amelia bellowed, trying in vain to ward off a very irritated Scot.
"Yer going to put this on if I have to force you," he growled in irritation, keeping one hand wrapped around her upper arm and the other trying to grab her flailing right arm. "If you show up to the meeting in those rags I'll be beat black and blue by both my wee brother and Hungary, not to mention America, put it on or I'll do it myself."
Amelia knew she could easily win this argument but felt her resolve crumbling under the poisonous glare of his green eyes. Huffing angrily she snatched the outfit from his arm and pushed him toward the door.
"Fine, I'll put it on but get out." Scotland silently cheered with victory outside the door as his charge changed slowly. She had to move slowly due to her rib injuries but after 12 minutes finally got changed.
"I'm ready," she finally called, "I'm not sure if I've got this on right." Scotland entered and grinned. She was wearing an adapted version of his old viking gear and looked pertty kick ass as long as she wasn't scowling.
"It's about time you got ready," he tugged on his shirt, "we're late." He swooped her into his arm, ignoring her squwaking and yells of protest closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Everything dissolved and he appeared in front of France's meeting room door. He kicked the door opened walked in, still holding Amelia bridle stylle.
"Hey, I'm here!" He called and several people called out greetings also, "I've got my person here, let me speak." He settled Amelia in a chair next to Sweden, she scowled at him and looked around for a cup which to throw at him. Scotland moved Sweden's coffee cup out of the way as she reached for it.
In the front he looked out over all the gathered nations, taking a deep breath he began to explain his story when he was done the other nations smiled and a few exchanged words.
"Now I want permission to take care of Amelia until further notice," Scotland dry swallowed as the bickering began.
"Scotland is so immature, aru."
"We cannot place a young human in the care of some one with so many bad habits."
"But he's taken care of her so far, right."
Amelia got tired of all the shouting and was just about to open her mouth when someone, Germany, bellowed, "Everyone shut up!"
As they settled down his piercing blue eyes pinned down Amelia, she squirmed under his gaze, "We will cast a vote," he proclaimed after a moment of silence, "All in favor of handing the human over to Scotland raise your hand." He counted them while she fumed. "All in favor of giving her to another gaurdian." She scowled at the German while he counted. "It is a tie." He announced and Amelia scowle, who was going to break the tie?
"Hey," called a small voice, "you forgot to count me." A small boy with bushy eyebrows and a sailor suit bounced up to the table, "I'll break the tie!"
"Damn you Sealand, you're not a country so you don't count." Snapped England, shocking Sealnd into silence. His lip quivered but he puffed out his chest.
"I am to a country, count my vote," he said, lip wobbling, tears theatening to fall.
"Fine," snapped out Germany, "give me your vote."
The air tensed as Sealand seemed to evaluate both Scotland and Amelia.
"You are an orphan?" He asked suddenly, surprising Amelia.
"Yes," she answered rather uncertainly, abandoning her plan to steal Finland's coffee cup.
He turned to Germany, "What was the plan if she were not to be given to Scotland?" Germany seemed unsure, "Probably hand her from one nation to the next, some people don't have the time to care for a human."
Sealand was now pacing back and forth, "And Uncle Scotland, how much paper work do you do?"
Scotland shrugged, "Not much, Britain usually handles most of it."
"Then you would have more time to care for Amelia?"
"I guess so."
"Then I vote for Amelia to stay at Scotlands house." Scotland gave a cheer while Amelia only sighed in defeat. "But," the talking stopped, "There will be a monthly check up and interview for Amelia to evaluate how well he is doing this task. That is all I've got to say." He grinned as a few nations began to nod and mutter in agreement.
"It is decided, Amelia will stay with Scotland," Germany ruffled his papers, "Now onto Global Warming." Amelia found herself being carried out of the meeting room in a daze, Scotland gloatingly singing one of his pub songs. A shiver went up her spine and she turned around to see a pair of golden eyes stare at her from underneath a white mask. He seemed to grin at her but it was over so quickly she couldn't be sure. His stance was arrogant and Amelia felt the beginnings of worry form in her stomach, this masked nation just spelled bad news, she knew it.