(Finally the third part!)

Wales rushed onto the scene, just as North Ireland had spoken up. England saw Wales, and tried to ignore the dragon clinging to Wales.

"Wales! Where's Scotland?" The blond was breathing heavily from the long sprint.

"C-c-CAR!"

A sprint that involved Ireland carrying England, much to Ireland's displeasure, and North Ireland carrying America, much to America's displeasure, the six men arrived at the garage, just in time for the previously stated scene where France crys out in quite a girly way.

America tried to squirmed out of North Ireland's arms who happily set him down. "Not cool, dude! Heroes are not carried! Heroes carry the injured!" He fumed, his pride being hurt. England rolled his eyes, while Ireland thought about whether to drop England or not. North Ireland laughed.

"But ye are injured yerself."

"Not badly!" North Ireland gave America a soft shove and America swayed heavily before falling.

"Ye are suffering from blood loss like me brother… ye have tha possibility of a cooncussion~", pointing at the bandage wrapped tightly around the blonds' head, "~and your nose is broken." He pointed at his nose next.

America may have not noticed this but the seven hours he spent in the car, allowed his head wound to seep slowly so that he was weak now and his nose and eyes were beginning to swell, turning from red to blue and black. America's eyes were still swirling as he sat dizzily on the ground, suddenly remembering his own injuries and how serious they actually were.

North Ireland turned to Wales. "Any ideas ta Al…Scotland's whereaboots?" He sounded worried and concerned as his full attention turned back to the missing Scotsman. He tried to avoid using Scotland's nickname in hopes that America will eventually forget it.

"Nae… The fairies who told me about him taking the car ne'er saw where he went…" Ireland frowned and England, who was blushing slightly from embarrassment, matched that frown. England spoke next.

"Let's split up into teams again and each searches a likely location. We shall keep the team we had earli~"

"Nar Way!" Ireland interrupted, placing England down at the same time. "I donnae wanne North Ireland near America withoot me there, supervising!" England thought about this a moment. It was a reasonable argument…

"Very well. France go with North Ireland and America with Ireland."

"And who are ye gonna go wit'?" Ireland asked.

"Myself, of course. The more teams we have, the quicker we shall find our missing brother. Since we are his brothers, we know the land more so we shou~"

"Mon petit Angleterre! I disagree! I know L'Ecosse far more than you!" England sighed irritatbly.

"Fine! We shall spilt into five teams! France; Ireland and America; North Ireland; Wales. Does anyone disagree?" He crossed his arms. Everyone shook his head apart from Wales.

"Umm… England?... How will ye be tra'eling? We only hav' 3 cars." England paused.

"You and I could get a taxi and the others can use their own cars." Wales nodded.

"Aye but I will use somethin' else other than a taxi." England nodded, understanding what his brother meant. Wales smiled faintly and turned to the dragon which clung to his back, visable to only the brothers. He whispered something in Welsh to it and it grinned a row of jagged teeth before taking flight. France and America were confused by the sudden and strange burst of wind that came from its wings but choose to ignore it. Weird things happened in the UK all the time.

England got out his phone and dialled a number for a taxi. He hung up seconds later. "The taxi will be in 15 minutes. Okay?"

"Aye!/Aye./…./Yeah!/Oui." (A/N - Contest – who can guess the order of who said the 'yes's!)

"Good. Everyone pick a place where you think Scotland might be. North Ireland spoke first.

"I'll check all the pubs in a 10 mile radius!" England face-palmed but accepted it.

"Fine…." Wales spoke quietly next.

"Me and ma friends will check the Highlands and around Loch Ness… away from the cities…." America spoke up next.

"Me and Ireland will check the amusement parks! OW!" America was flicked on his forehead by Ireland.

"We will check Edinburgh, tha's his capital afta all…" France thought in concentration.

"Oui, then I shall check ze castles, I guess…"

"Right. Now that that's sorted we can get to work. We will meet back here at Midday tomorrow in about 10 hours time."

"What will we do if we can't find him?" asked America. North Ireland grinned and held out a hand to help the American to his feet.

"Donnae make a fuss. Alba wasnae any gud at 'Ley di oh'! All ye had ta do was cry oot something like 'Alba is a erse!' then he would begin ta howler back at ya." He laughed as he remembered playing with his brothers. "Ireland was worst though! Ye barely needed ta howler at 'im before he skite into a radge!" Ireland blushed heavily.

"Shut up ye bassa! Ya and England were tha same too!"

"Aye but we dinnae needed so wee insults! Wales was the only good one! He was real sleekit. Tryin' ta find him was like trying ta find rocking horse shite!" Wales scowled at that.

"That's just because I can keep ma mooth shut…." He murmured while Ireland and North Ireland laughed at him.

"Aye and Scotland was always trying ta find máthair ! Always chasing her and running after her. He would run to her all tha time!" Ireland clipped North Ireland on the back of the head, signalling him to shut up. The dragon returned and Wales nodded.

"Me trunsport is here…" He left without really saying good bye. England sighed at that. North Ireland waved happily after Wales who headed away from the cars and the castle.

"Bye!~" France and America looked at the disappearing country confused by the direction he was heading in.

North Ireland then turned on his heels and ran to his motor bike. "Bye!" He hopped on and drove away, leaving the two motor cyclist helmets behind.

Ireland glared at them before picking them up. "Come on Yankee! Lets git this ova and doon wit'!" He muttered sourly under his breath. America just grinned goofly and patted him on the back.

"Heroes led the way dude!"

"Do ye even ken where Edinburgh is?"

"Nah but I can totally find it! Hero's instinct." Ireland just glared at him.

"I'm gonnae lead tha way because I gonnae be driving!" He snapped as the two entered the car. France smiled mischievously.

"Just tu wait my cher! France is coming! (scary….)"He ran to his car and soon England was left alone. He sighed tired.

The taxi drove into view and England smiled weakly. He slid into the back seat and the taxi driver looked back at him.

"Another one?" England looked at him in surprise. "Ahhh… I mean sorry old chap… It's just that you're the second bloke I've seen today with heavy injuries… Had to drive the poor chap all the way from London to here. Now that I think about it you look a little similar to him. Are you brothers?" England looked stunned.

"Was this injured man a red-hair?"

"Sure. His hair was bright red, he was covered in blood too, a stark contrast to his blue uniform. Quite a shocking sight as you can imagine. So where to governor?" England was busy thinking during the entire ramble. The information was useless though, they already knew that Scotland had come here but he had left here too.

"Was the man okay?" The taxi man smiled fondly.

"No, not really…. I think he was in a fight. Best I could tell, old chap, was that he had a nose bleed and a busted lip. There was a lot of blood on his shoulder too but I'm not sure from what…. One of his hands was swollen too… I think his worst problem was blood loss, he didn't seem to have a lot of bruises or hits on him." England smiled a little.

"So he is still alive…"

"Yes, but he needs to go to hospital, he seemed a little unbalance coming out of the car… Probably fainted not long after he left…" England's smile disappeared. Scotland was driving a car. Fainting behind the wheel could lead to a serious car crash.

"So where to Governor?"

"To…" England suddenly realised that he actually had no idea to search for Scotland. He thought back to the conversation just before the others left.

North Ireland was gong to the pubs, but he don't Scotland would go anywhere public or with crowds… Castles and cities didn't seem likely to him either so he doubted France or Ireland and America would find him… Wales might be onto something but checking the Highlands but that could take forever, even with a few dragons to help. He was still playing the conversation in his head, up to the bit about 'hide and seek'. Suddenly North Ireland's mention of their mother crossed his mind.

He could not remember his mother well, she died shortly after he was born, but he could remember that she was beautiful, though not what she looked like, and how much his brother loved her. He would always be trying to impress her or follow her and when he was upset, he would always run to her first. Their mother was dead of course and it was impossible for his brother to run into her embrace but there was somewhere he could go…. His brothers probably wouldn't have thought about it. Scotland rarely went there though he wasn't sure why Scotland avoided the place. England had only been there once or twice himself.

He didn't feel any particularly strong attachment to his supposed mother, barely remembering who she is or what she was like. The only people he considered to be his family was his brothers though he guessed it was different for other four, especially Scotland and Ireland, the two oldest by a few years. North Ireland probably remembered quite a bit too but he couldn't be sure. Wales was not much older than him so only remembered a little too. Scotland would remember her and have a strong attachment to her, even if he seemed to hide it, and the fact he always used to run to her when troubled showed how much he loved her. He was sure he would be there.

"Where to Governor?" England snapped back into reality.

"Oh right! Sorry about that, chap. I was distracted." He gave the driver directions.

It was a remote location with no landmarks or importance and very hard to find unless you know where. It was about an hour away but he was too nervous to sit still for that time. His pocket buzzed and he pulled out his phone. He had forgotten about it. Rather than checking the text and replying immediately like he would usually do, he called Scotland's number. He was mental face palming as to why he didn't think about phoning him earlier.

The phone rang for a few seconds before the other end picked out the phone. He smiled as his brother picked up and the English man was just about to speak before his Scotland hung up. He dialled again. But once again the phone was answered then hung up instantly. He grumbled annoyed before ringing again. This time though the red-head didn't pick up. England frowned. Why wasn't he picking up now? Did he collapse? Or something worst….

England felt panicked.

"Excuse me driver! This is an emercency! Please drive faster!" The driver frowned.

"But the speed limit…"

"Please! I will pay you triple!" The driver though for a moment.

"Okay. I can get us there in 30 minutes instead of an hour." Good. England leaned back in his seat and cringed. His injuries were beginning to ache. Scotland's punches always began to hurt 24 hours after being received. He guessed that in a few hours, he was going to turn black and blue all over his body. America was going to be worst…. He looked horrible just after the fight in a day or two he was going to look…. He doubted that the young blonde American was going to be able to go to the next world meeting….

(A/N - Finally! The 6000 word chapter is done! Splitting it into three parts was a wise idea I decided after all the time it took me to edit it...

Sigh - I had been planning to do a story based on and mixed in with the Royal Wedding... I will still it but it will take like a week to write it so it will be kinda late... ^^'It will probably be a two-shot but it might be longer or shorter depending on how lazy I am. (Probably longer - once I start writing it is impossible for me to stop... More problematic than you think...) Plus I got like three other Scotland story ideas... and only one of them is a one-shot...

Translations (Irish Gaelic as it was North Ireland speaking. Yeah that's right! Scottish Gaelic and Irish Gaelic are different languages and I have been careful to make sure that each country uses it's own gaelic! Harder than you think btw.)

máthair - mother

Translations (Accent translations this time)

Ley di oh - A Scottish game similar to hide and seek

skite - lost or lose control, skid

sleekit - sly

rocking horse shite - something very rare and hard to thing

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