This is a doujinshi about USA and UK.

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References are at the bottom end of the chapter

~Chapter 1: Me name is Scotland~

The wind was blowing through the green crone of thick forest of trees. The sun was shining from the east and warming up the earth with its first rays of morning light. The breeze whispered through the thick grass and the aura of peacefulness spread through the whole area.

America was lying in the middle of an opening still in his Santa Claus costume. He was absolutely dumbfounded. A moment ago he was falling down the chimney into England's house and now he was lying in the middle of the summer forest! He lay there for a moment longer and then slowly moved to stand up.

He looked around. There were only trees and faint singing of birds around. There was no usual noise from the cars so he assumed that there was no big city around and he was somewhere in the rural British area.

"Man, Britain's house is sure weird." America mumbled "It is warm during winter and it rains in the summer…" He started walking aimlessly, looking for a sign of civilization, making his way through the thick grass and bushes.

There were few noises coming from various creatures swarming around in the thick forest. However, America noticed some noises that did not fit the harmony of nature at all. They were coming from the opening ahead. America instinctively hid behind the bushes and observed before taking action.

He witnessed a young man standing with his back leaning on the tree bark, talking to two grown men. The men looked threatening, wearing strange leather clothes, and helmets with ram horns on them. One of them had a long sword tied to his back while the other had an axe on his right side. Both of them had thick beards and their long hair were tied into braids. The boy on the other side had scarlet hair and was wearing a long dark green robe, similar to the one worn by monks in catholic churches. America thought that he was on the filming site of some medieval movie, so he just looked around and waited to understand the situation.

"Hey yonder, boy. Who are ye…" one of the men grunted with his harsh voice.

"What does it matter?" The boy answered with a weird accent similar to British but not quite the same, because of his elongated "Ou" sound and a clearly vibrated "R" "Your kin never differed with politeness. Why start now eh?"

"Hey Woulfric. This lad's got a long tongue. Should I shorten it for him?" the other man asked and reached for his hatchet.

"Nah." The first man growled "This one's not bad. We could have some fun with im b'fore we take o'er this place." The man reached his hand and fondled the boys hair. The boy jerked his head away and looked at the man with burning hatred in his eyes . "I like the feisty ones more." The man grinned at the second one and they started slowly closing in on the boy.

As the first man grabbed the boy by his neck and raised him up the tree, America stopped thinking that this was a movie and decided to use his hero power to save the poor lad. Now was the right moment to jump out and save the day.

"HALT RIGHT THERE! YOU VILLAIN!" America jumped out of the bushes and yelled with all his might "How dare you bully such a young man. The hero of justice shall punish you as you deserve! BEHOLD! THE POWER OF THE HERO! HAHAHA"

The men looked stupefied. Even the boy was surprised beyond his imagination. They all stood in silence for about half a minute, not moving, just staring at each other. Did they not hear me well? America thought I should repeat that one more time.

As America was about to spout his nonsense again, one of the men asked: "Old man, what are you doin here?"

"OLD MAN! What are you talking about! I am the youngest in my alliance, dude! I am still in my spring of youth!" America protested. He did not even suspect that from their point of view he was an old man with a white beard wearing a red and black robe with a vivid beer belly.

Suddenly, because of too much talking, America's beard unglued from the right cheek and hung there attached to the left cheek. The men yelled "IN THE NAME OF ODIN! What is this sorcery! This man's beard just fell off!"

America looked around with surprised face and his beard was dangling around like a sheet of paper and wool it was. The men regained their state of mind and got furious. They placed their hands on their weapons and started coming up to America."Are you mocking us, boy! Don't try sorcery on us. You don't know what you'r dealing with!"

America finally sensed the danger of being killed and began to think of a way to defeat these guys. "POWER OF FREEDOM!" he yelled in the end and used the taekwondo flying kick he learned the other day on them. The men ended up being VERY heavy but they still toppled over and fell on their backs with their chins bleeding along with their noses.

"You'll pay for this I tells ya!" one said

"Well get our entire crew here!" the second answered as they were limping away in pain back the way they appeared from.

America triumphantly looked at the boy only to see anger in his face. "Why the hell did you do that!" the boy asked with intimidating voice and looked straight up at America. The latter froze in place. The boy had exactly same emerald green eyes as England.

"Ugh…" the boy sighed and shook off the dust from his robe." Its your fault! Now they are going to bring their entire crew here! I can take 2 or 3 men but not a freaking group of 50 along with their capt'n! I wont be able to walk for a week or so…"

America did not understand what the boy meant and supposed that he said that he could FIGHT two or three men but not a whole crew and answered "Don't worry! Together with this hero of justice you shall never fail! I'll help you!"

The boy looked at America with pity in his eyes " You've got no idea what I am talking about here, do you ?"

"Brother…." Came a voice from behind the tree and a small girl looked up at the red hair.

"What are you doing here!" the boy said with a harsh voice and dragged the girl out of her shelter. She was not alone. Behind her was another boy dressed in light green jacket and pants.

"Ouch… you are hurting me, brother!" the girl protested.

"What are you doing here along with Ireland! Didn't I tell you to stay hidden!" the red hair restated again holding her firmly at the wrist.

"We thought the men were gone!" the girl said almost crying "So we came out to get you, brother"

The boy sighed and patted their heads. "You stupid kids! How many times did I tell you to not observe this! Just stay where I left you and I will be back surely! Don't worry."

"That's not it, brother" the girl mumbled with a shy expression on her face " its just…"

"Just what…"

"…well…" the girl hesitated "England was going to come here…"

"WHAT!" The red hair suddenly changed his attitude "Where and when did you last see him, Wales!"

"Um" the scared girl said "well, just a little while ago. He was heading towards here, so I followed."

"England?" America asked "Do you guys mean Britain? Is he here?" He looked very excited with the idea that his ex-older brother was in the same place as him.

"What…" the red hair looked surprised and then immediately hostile "How do YOU know about England. There is no way you could!"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" America asked dumbfounded again.

"Who the hell are ye?" Asked the red hair again and stood up.

"Who… ME!... You mean… you don't know?" America asked "well of course I am A…"

America! Last time I repeat to you so you better listen carefully. If you again use your real name in another country without first discussing it with me, I'll punish you in a most severe way possible! Please understand that you do not only do problems for yourself… but for me and for the whole American population too! Please behave…. Please… America…

Those were the words of his president. America hesitated before blurting out rashly his name as he remembered the lecture his official gave to him after he made some trouble in the secret service in Middle East.

"A… A what?" the red hair insisted.

"Alfred…" America introduced himself with his human name made up on the spot "Alfred Jones"

"Well, Sir Jones." The red hair fixed his look and stood straight and strong before him "I have no idea how you found out about England, but if you have any business with him or with these children here you have to discuss it with me only."

"Got it" the American nodded but asked in the end "I'm sorry. But who the heck are you, too?"

"Me name is Scotland. Pleasure to meet you"

To be continued in Chapter 2: Tis fer his sake