(A/N - The reason I took so long to publish this was the fact that the chapter was originally very long... VERY VERY LONG! About 6000 words! It almost killed me. (I might secretly be a masocist... I don't know...)

So in my wisdom I decided to divide the chapter into three parts. This is the first part. Enjoy!)

"AHHHHHHH!" France was screaming at the top of his voice. "Thiz cannot be happening!" Normally England would yell at him to shut up but to be honest but he was in a bit of shock too. The six men were staring at an empty garage.

15 minutes before this –

France pulled up beside the other two vehicles. He looked over his shoulder to the backseat. "Angleterre. We're here. Time to get up." England stirred.

"Huh?"

"We're at L'Ecosse's maison!" That woke England up.

"What? Already?" France sighed.

"Tu been asleep pour sept houres…."

"Oh…." England looked around in surprise, realising that it was now dark. He glanced at France suspiciously suddenly. France sighed again.

"Non. I didn't do anything to you, Angleterre. Mon cherie is still missing, I do not have time to molest you." He spoke over exaggeratingly in a dramatic way. England rolled his eyes.

"Scotland will be fine." He pushed the car door open and stepped out. France killed the engine and sighed again as England closed the door.

"Tu do not understand ton frère at all, Angleterre…."

France joined England and helped him over the small group of men which had also just arrived. "Bonjour. Is l'Ecosse here?"

"Dunno, we only git here oorselves, Frenchy." Ireland snapped at France, removing the motorcycle helmet to glare at France. Wales already had his helmet off and sighed quietly.

"I'll go check…" Wales was always the quiet, noted America, like Canada in many ways. But he guessed, that unlike Canada, it was by choice rather than just being a naturally quiet person. Probably if he wanted to, he could yell just as loud as Ireland or England but who would want to shout when you already have four other brothers making enough noise for twenty.

He left the group, sighing quietly. When he was away from the others and nearing Scotland's front door, a familiar scaly friend greeted him. A bright green dragon, the size of a Labrador, flew down from the sky. It flapped its large wings, stirring up big gusts of wind around the welsh man. He held out his arm, like people would do for an eagle, and the dragon landed on it softly. Its thick talons wrapped around his arm and it clung on with its four paws. Wales smiled at it fondly and stroke the dragon's snout.

"Helô" He rarely smiled except in the company of dragons or the moments when his brothers got along. His smile was very rare but very beautiful. The dragon purred. Wales peered into the darkness, now that he was away from the headlights of the car. The dragon let out a short burst of bright yellow flames, lighting up the path. "Diolch i ti ffrind…." The dragon nuzzled his dirty blond hair in reply and climbed around so it could hang off his back and the Welshman's hands were free. Wales knocked loudly on the door, not expecting an answer. He knew Scotland would be sulking. He called gently through the door.

"Alba! Open up!" He tried the door but frowned heavily when the door refused to move. He doubted Scotland's soberness and consciousness to even think about locking his door. Even when he was perfectly fine, he rarely locked his door. The threat of the angry red-head hunting you down seemed to stop any potential burglars. He felt confused. Was Scotland not at home? Then where could he be? The dragon rested its head on his shoulder, sensing the man's discomfort. He rumbled a low steady growl to try and settle the blond. The blond didn't smile but he did ruffle his hand on the dragons head in a rough pat. He doubted Scotland was home now but he hoped he was close by. He walked around the edge of the large castle. A couple of fairies appeared, they were easily attracted to the UK brothers, especially when they were away from cities or other countries. They bowed slightly to the young man and he greeted them in a similar fashion.

"Hav' ye seen Alba?" They nodded furiously and squeaked in a high voice.

"Yes! We saw him! We saw him! He was covered in red and left here in blue!" Wales looked very surprised at this.

"So he was her'… Alba left in blu'?"

"Yes! In the metal blue thing!" Wales thought for a second. Some fairies were not familiar with recent human inventions though they tried. Modern things tend to hurt them or give them headaches. It only took a couple of second to realise what the small creatures were talking about. "A CAR?"

Wales didn't wait for the little winged beings to answer or confirm it. He sprinted around the corner and the dragon sunk his claws deeper into the man to hold on easier, drawing some blood from his back and shoulders. He run into view of the garage and groaned out of breath as he saw an open and empty garage.

"Keech…." He muttered under his breath. "KEECH!" The sudden scream echoed slightly. He threw his fist at the close by wall, realising all his anger in a swift punch. It broke the skin on his knuckles and it began to bleed gently. The dragon jumped off him for a minute before reattaching itself to his back again. He was very concern for his human friend, he rarely showed his emotions, especially his anger or sadness.

"Stupid Alba!" He began to run back to the other four countries.

(N/A - Yeah this part was mainly Wales. He is like the complete opposite of North Ireland who explodes if he doesn't talk enough. In other words Wales can keep a secret for eternity while North Ireland can keep a secret for 10 minutes before it's on the internet. Strangely enough, he doesn't actually gossip, he just talks a lot and has no control over what he says.

Welsh Translations -

Helô - Hello

Diolch i ti ffrind - Thank you, my friend

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