Updates won't be as frequent now because my exams are starting on Friday

Which kind of sucks but hey, I've been on an update spree as of recently so you guys shouldn't complain! I mean, please don't complain...

This chapter will focus mainly on Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland and England...still in England's house and America isn't allowed home because it is unlucky to see the bride before the big wedding!

Weddings, Babies and Romantic Brothers

Chapter Seven - A Little Less Conversation

England's pregnancy - Two months three weeks

Wedding - Tomorrow

"Well...since you're pregnant I guess this means we can't drink any alcohol...?" asked Scotland.

England, who had taken the decision to sprawl out on the large couch while he had the chance, frowned at his eldest brother. "If I can't drink alcohol, then neither can you three..."

"It wouldn't look too good if all of us turned up drunk anyway..." mumbled Northern Ireland from the armchair he was sitting on. "Aint that right Wales?"

There was a moment of silence there, where the three brothers turned to gaze at their Welsh brother, who was sitting on the arm of the couch with his cell phone in his hand...the rapid movement of his thumbs certainly implied he was texting someone.

"...Who ye talkin' to Alwyn..." Scotland said, edging closer to try and see the screen.

Wales suddenly got defensive and snapped the phone shut, clutching it close to his chest. "N-No one!"

Northern Ireland raised an eyebrow and with one nod of approval from Scotland, tackled the Welshman to the floor. "Will you stop fighting in my house?" yelled England who was too tired to get up from his comfy spot to stop them.

"Let go Dara!" yelped Wales as he struggled to keep a hold of the phone, but Scotland started to tickle the brunette's sides, forcing him to let go.

Scotland swiftly stood up and looked over Northern Ireland's shoulder as they checked the Welshman's inbox of texts. "...China...? You've been texting China all night?"

Wales pouted and snatched his phone back with a blush. "S-So!...He's such a cute lamb, and I wanted to get to know him better..."

"Come off it, you were trying to get to screw him tomorrow so you wouldn't lose the bet..." corrected Northern Ireland.

"W-Well...I haven't seen YOU get cosy with anyone lately, so you'll probably lose!" Wales insisted, folding his arms.

The Irish brother just gave a shrug as he sat back down in his seat. "So? I'll just get drunk at the reception and find someone else who is just as drunk..."

"By the time that happens, I'll have already won..." Scotland said, smirking as he just sat down on the floor since there were no more seats available for him.

"What is this about a bet?" England growled, suspicious eyes darting between the three.

"Oh, it's nothing Artie, it won't ruin your big day! We promise!" giggled Wales as he resumed his texting once more with a bit of a brighter blush.

"Somehow, I don't trust any of you..." said England, rolling his eyes. "Just please don't get too drunk..."

"Can't promise that..." chuckled Scotland, shaking his head. "But we'll give it a go...I'm allowed a drink when I win the bet of course, free of charge..."

"You know, it doesn't count Hamish if Australia tops you...you have to screw him..." Northern Ireland said with a slight smirk on him.

"What are you, sayin' I'm a fucking girl?" Scotland growled, glaring at the red head. "Course he isn't topping me, nobody tops the north!"

"That is kinda true..." Wales sighed a little sadly. "Hammy never let's ME top...though, I don't mind..."

"I don't want to hear about your incestous love triangle, thank you very much..." England mumbled as he covered his face with the couch cushion.

"Well, it wasn't that long ago that you and me were married..." said Scotland, poking England's slightly rounder stomach.

There was a round of laughter from the three as England attempted to hide his growing blush behind the cushion with the denial of 'I never wanted to marry you!'

"Will you all stop teasing me? I'm getting married tomorrow and I'm stressed enough as it is..." said the Brit.

"I'm surprised the dress still fits you, you've been getting so big recently..." Northern Ireland replied.

England didn't say anything at that. "Actually...Poland is coming over to adjust my dress..." muttered England.

Scotland gave a loud laugh at that. "What? Poland, that girly baw?"

"Shut up! He knows fashion better than I do, and he can sew...which is much more than you can."

"Ok ok, let's not fight..." Wales interrupted. "Let's just try and get along tonight so that when Artie gets married tomorrow, we can have loads of fun!"

Before anyone could add something else, there was a bleating from the kitchen. England turned his head to glare at Wales. "...I told you that I didn't want a lamb at my wedding..."

"It's not a lamb!" insisted Wales. "It's lambs...with an s..."

"ALWYN!"

End of Chapter

Let us call this chapter the filler chapter alright?

So the next chapter SHOULD be the wedding...and I will do my best to make it longer than the current chapters thus far.

And Scotland's 'girly baw' comment was by command of my friend Lauren who was watching me type this up...it is basically a Scottish insult for a person...with no real meaning I guess...BUT it's still an insult...

I'll need to whip out my Scottish Slang dictionary soon...I need more Scottish references in this!

Oh, and when you review, please comment on whether you think Scotland, Wales or Northern Ireland will win the bet...depending on the result may depend on who wins!

Poor America never got to be in this chapter...oh well!

WEDDING NEXT CHAPTER!

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