Arrival

England gave up on moving and remained quiet for a while. He was beginning to feel better but he was still in pain. A fairy had cleaned up his bandages and the bottoms of his PJs and slippers which were muddy from the walk. The elves had left his side but were still close by, having a conversation with three gnomes. He looked around the place was littered with magical animals, hiding from the fog and drawn to the power.

Flying Mintgreen Bunny flew into view suddenly."Sir!"

"Flying Mintgreen Bunny! How are you?" This was the first good thing today for England.

"I'm fine! But you seem to be in pain…"

"It's okay old chap… I'll survive…"

"Did you come here looking for Mister Scotland alone?"

"Yes."

"That was odd. An injured man searching for another injured man by himself."

"Well, actually… my other brothers plus Frog-face and America are also looking…" Suddenly England remembered something. He shuffled around trying to reach his pocket. "Damn it Scotland! Loosen your grip at least!" The floating rabbit looked at him confused.

"Do you need help, Sir?"

"Yes. Could you get my phone please? It's in my pocket."

"Yes!" He sounded excited and ready to help. He placed the phone on Scotland's chest by England's ear.

"Thank you! Now can you phone either one of my brothers or America or France?"

"Yes Sir!" He pressed a couple of buttons randomly. He didn't really know how to use a phone properly but after a few helpful directions from England, Wales was eventually on the other end of the phone.

"ENGLAND? DID YOU FIND ALBA?" He could hear Wales shouting over a loud wind. He was obviously in the midst of a flight on top of a dragon.

"YES WALES!" England yelled back so Wales could hear him.

"YES! HE'S AT OUR MOTHER'S GRAVE! I'M WITH HIM NOW!"

"THAT'S GREAT! I'M JUST OVER INVERNESS! I'LL BE THERE IN 30 MINUTES!"

"GOOD! SEE YOU SOON! I'LL PHONE THE OTHERS TOO!"

Three phone calls later and everyone knew where to go. Wales was the closest while Ireland and America were the farthest away with a three hour drive ahead of them. Probably only one hour and half hours with Ireland behind the wheel. He was the second most dangerous driver in their family. North Ireland being the worst but only by one major car crash and two arrests….

England felt stiff and sore from the awkward position. "Hurry up Wales…." He groaned. His PJs were damp from walking through the fog but at least he didn't fell cold anymore. Scotland was keeping him warm at least with his forced hug.

After a while, a loud flapping sound could be heard from high above. Six huge reptilian beasts, the size of elephants, descended and landed around the giant grave stone. England stared in amazement. The most amount of dragons he had ever seen at once was 3 and two of them were much smaller breeds, the size of a big dogs. He had never seen such a magnificent sight. Wales slid off the largest one. It was a deep shade of red and looked like its scales were rubies. He patted it once on the side before bowing from the waist respectfully at each one. They replied with a small head nod before taking off again.

Wales turned and ran over to England and Scotland. "Hey Alba! Alba!"

He shook the red head's shoulder. When he didn't respond, he turned to England who was still lying on top of Scotland, trapped in his arms.

"England! Why won't Alba wake up?" He sounded panicked and was loud for once.

"It's exhaustion… we need to move him away from here to wake him up."

"What?"

"He's has sort of magic seal and since it's not working here, he's using too much magic and it's making him too exhausted to wake up."

"Ahh. I fergot aboot tha'…"

"You knew?"

"Of coorse."

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" He demanded, angry at the secrecy.

"Cause ye neve' asked." He said simply. All of England's anger faded. It was true, he had never asked about their magic so how was he meant to know. It was his fault for not asking. "Now budge so I can move him." England sighed irritated.

"I can't…"

"Ye cannae?..."

"No. I can't! Scotland woke up for a few minutes when I arrived and wrapped his arms around me like a manic! He murmured something and fell back to sleep! Now I'm stuck in this wanker's arms!" He yelled angrily. Wales blinked. He noticed Scotland's arms wrapped tightly around England, pinning the blonde to his body helplessly. Wales grabbed an arm and pulled.

"God Alba! Yer grip is like a vice!" He pulled harder and the arm budged a little.

But not enough that England could get out.

"It's like he holding on fer dear life…" Wales said confused. "He wouldnae hold ye like this withoot a reason… Wha' did Alba say when he woke up?" England who was beginning to think that he was going to be stuck here forever.

"I don't know… It was Gaelic. Maitar?… Mather?… Mathar?..."

"Màthair?"

"Yes. That was it."

"Hmmm… It means Mother. Alba probably mistook ya for her and grabbed ye by mistake."

"Why the hell did he do that?" This was ridiculous to him, being mistaken for a woman. It was embarrassing to him and a dent on his pride as a man.

"Cause ye look exactly like her. Ye could be mam's clone…"

"Really?" He was surprised. He couldn't remember anything about her really. He was guessing now that the illusion of a blonde woman Scotland had made earlier was probably their mother. Wales thought for a moment.

"If there was another person here, we could get ye oot. How long til the next person arrives here?"

"It will probably be North Ireland or France, they were both roughly a hour away when I called." (That was 30 minutes ago)

"North Ireland then. He will try to break to sound barrier on the way over here…" He sounded grumpy about his older brother's reckless driving skills. "He's a gonnae kill himself one day." He muttered quietly under his breath. "We cannae wait tha' long but I hav' nae other way…"

England sighed as Wales sat down beside Scotland. He leaned on Scotland's shoulder. England grumbled a few swears under his breath about being trapped in his stupid brother's hug. Wales sighed.

Some fairies began fluttering around Wales and he smiled at them. He held out his hand and two of them rested on it. They began conversing in Welsh. It was strange to hear his brother's language. He rarely used it in front of England. In fact Wales always seemed to try and hide from England. He avoided going anywhere with him in public unless completely necessary. He once asked him why and Wales told him it was because everyone always mistook him for England. After a while Wales shivered a little. He was more sensitive to the cold than his brothers but he didn't mind as the dragons or the sheep usually kept him warm.

After waiting an hour to their surprise, a voice interrupted the serenity.

"ALBA!" Only one brother could be that loud but not sound angry. Another quieter but still loud voice sounded behind him.

"L'Ecosse? Angleterre?" Wales didn't reply but the fairies disappeared quickly, alomg with the other magical creatures. The two emerged from the misty surrounding. England yelled at them as they came into view.

"What took you so bloody long? You fucking wankers said you were only an hour away but it took you over an hour and a half!" England actually expected North Ireland in ½ hour because of his speeding issues.

"Angleterre? I didn't know tu were so close to ton frère?" He asked quizzically, staring at what appeared to be a touching scene.

"WE'RE NOT!" Wales stood up as North Ireland ran over and knelt over the red head and the trapped blonde. He poked the Scotsman roughly.

"He's asleep?"

"Aye. And he wonnae wake up or let Iggy go." France chuckled.

"I MEAN IT! North Ireland, why did you take so long?"

North Ireland grinned sheepish and held up his left hand. A metal loop was attached to his wrist, with a chain and another metal loop. A handcuff…

"YOU WERE ARRESTED!"

"Aye! If it wasnae for Francy, I would be in a cell at the moment." He stated smugly.

"Don't sound so proud!"

"Cannae help it. It's not every day tha' ye get ta see France flirt with a police woman."

"Oui, while you sneaked into the back of moi car. She was très gorgeous though!" Wales blinked in surprise.

"Why did ye get arrested? I wouldnae have thought tha' the police would be able to keep up with ye on yer motorcycle."

"Uhh… A minor car crash… I'll be needing a lift home by tha way!"

"NORTH IRELAND!"

"Aye Iggy?"

"You need to learn how to drive like a normal person!"

"Aye. Aye. I will… Now let's wake Scottie up!" England sighed in a huff.

"He wouldn't wake up here. We need to move him away from this place then he will wake up." France looked confused but North Ireland just shrugged nonchalantly. Wales grabbed one of Scotland's arms.

"North Ireland. Grab the other arm. We'll start by freeing England."

"Nae. I got a betta idea." Wales released his arm.

North Ireland crouched by the red hair. England couldn't see what North Ireland was doing so he felt a little panicked. He squirmed, trying to twist around to see the Irish man.

"Iggy. Stop shoogling aroond!"

"Wait! What are you going to do? You git!"

"Calm doon."

"No! I'm serious North Ireland! What are you doing?" He heard a slurping noise and he twisted around more, trying to see what his brother was doing but he couldn't.

"North Ireland!" He saw France look absolutely disgusted and Wales looked shocked."You Wanker!" He sounded terrified, not knowing what on earth his brother was doing.

Seconds later, Scotland jumped and yelled out in disgust.

"FUCKING HELL!"

The grip was loosened suddenly and England pushed against Scotland's chest so that he was shoved away from the conscious and very angry red head. He cried out a little in pain as he hit the ground and turned around to see Scotland holding his ear with one hand and North Ireland's wrist with the other. He was red in the face with anger. He pulled on North Ireland's wrist and yanked the auburn man onto his lap. He placed a knuckle at either side of his hard and gave the poor Irish man a very hard and messy double noogie. It looked painful for Scotland with his broken knuckle but he did it anyway.

"Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow! ALBA! STOP IT!"

"Ye bloody Bassa! Giving me a fuckin' wet willie!" A giggle escaped from Wale's mouth and a killer glare was shot at him. He stopped giving the noogie but North Ireland was still yelling out in pain.

"ALBA! STOP IT!"

"I nae doing anything!" He held his hands up, to show him that. North Ireland gripped his left wrist and held it up. Around it, where the hand chuff should have been, was a silver snake was wrapped around him with its fangs dug deeply into his skin.

Before England had time to react or gasp at the sight, the Scotsman had already yanked the snake from his brother's arm, pulled a knife from his boot and sliced off its head. He threw the withering body away from them. North Ireland was huddling his wrist. The red head grabbed his wrist and forced him to release it so he could examine the damage himself. North Ireland was whimpering slightly as Scotland removed the auburn man's glove and began sucking on the tiny bite mark.

He paused to spit out a mixture of salvia, blood and venom. He continued sucking on it. England looked at them confused. North Ireland looked in pain and Wales was concerned looking as he knelt by North Ireland and wrapped his arm around his shoulders to comfort him. France looked completely confused by what had happened as well but even more so than England. Scotland looked upset and very ashamed. He stopped to spit more and looked into North Ireland's eye.

"Tha mi duilich Bráthair!"

"It's okay Alba! It's nae yer fault! I shouldnae hav' made ye angry here…." Scotland began sucking on his wrist again.

England finally understood what had happened. Scotland must have accidently used magic and turned North Ireland's handcuffs into a snake. After sucking on it for a few more minutes, Scotland finally stopped.

"The blood tastes clean now… ye will be fine… I'm so sorry."

"I said its fine." Scotland tore a small strip of white fabric from his shirt. He wrapped it around the snake bite.

"Braw." He yawned loudly. He sat up a bit and looked around him properly to see who else was here. Wales was busy checking North Ireland and England was just sitting on the ground, tired. France moved forward.

"L'Ecosse!"

"France?" France jumped on top of him, giving him a big hug.

"Whit are ye doing?"

"It'z unfair! Angleterre got to hug tu!"

"Whut?" France hugged him tighter. "Ahhh! My rips are still broken! Ye Bassa!" Scotland struggled against him weakly, pushing away the Frenchman but he was determined. France gripped Scotland on either side of his head and pushed forward.

Lips met lips.

Wales and North Ireland looked at them utterly surprised, unable to move because of the sudden shock. England looked shocked as well but that was nothing compared to Scotland's face. His eyes were widened and he looked absolutely shell-shocked. France looked happy, snogging Scotland despite his protests. England was beginning how long this forced kiss was going to last when two strong arms grabbed the Frenchman's shoulder and yanked him up. France spun around to confront whoever interrupted his kiss when he saw a lot of anger and thick eyebrows.

"L'Irlande!" A punch flew into the blonde's face and he was knocked backwards on top of Scotland again. Scotland pushed him off roughly to one side. The blonde country landed faced first on the ground beside Scotland.

"Ye okay, Scotland?"

"Aye. I'm just dandy." He said sarcastically while he wiped his mouth. He looked exhausted and pale. France pushed himself up.

"I'm zorry L'Ecosse! I couldn't help moi self. Tu were zo tired and zo eazy to take advantage of!" Ireland looked ready to punch him again. Scotland beat him to it though with a rough palm slam to the back of his head so his face met the ground again. He flinched as he used his broken hand.

"Ow! L'Ecosse!" Loud laughter came from behind Ireland. Scotland glared full force at America.

"Dude! You should have seen your face when he kissed you. It looked so stupid!" America was laughing loudly even when Scotland gave him the finger. England spoke in a stern voice.

"Scotland. Control your emotions please." He replied with some heavy swearing under his breath. "I heard that Scotland!"

Scotland sighed angrily but resigned. He didn't a repeat incident of what had happened with North Ireland plus he was feeling unconsciousness creeping back up on him. He was struggling to keep his eyes open.

"And America! Stop laughing!" America calmed a little but he was still grinning maniacally. England cleared his throat.

"We should leave now, before Scotland falls asleep again." France stood up, grumpily and brushed off his clothes. Wales and North Ireland stood up. Wales helped England to his feet and supported his weight for him. America glanced at Scotland who was still lying against the big rock.

"Hey dude? Can't you get up or something?..."

Scotland didn't reply but glared at him instead. He looked like he wanted to say something but was trying to control himself. America just grinned and made his way over to Scotland. He knelt as if going to pick him up.

"Whut do you think ye are doing?"

"Easy. I'm gonna carry ya!"

"Nee!"

"Come on dude! You're injured."

"Whose the one covered in blood and bandages?" Scotland snapped back.

America looked Scotland over. He was clean of all blood and his bruises seemed nearly healed, while on the other hand all of America's bruises were beginning to swell and darken. He knew he didn't look pretty at the moment, especially with a broken nose. He ignored his own state though and went to pick him up again. Scotland snapped at him again.

"I refuse ta be carried by a hosed ninny!" America crossed his arms.

"Come on Alba." He whined. Scotland blushed fiercely at America calling him that name before sweeping his leg under America's knocking them away. The blonde fell down to the ground. France face palmed.

"Scotland!" England snapped. Scotland glared at his brothers in turn.

"Who told tha git!" He stared at North Ireland angrily. North Ireland stepped back. It was obvious he was blaming the most talkative brother. He was the worse at keeping secrets.

"Whoa Scotland. I swear I didnae tell him that. Wales did!" He quickly tattled on his younger brother. Wales shot him a glare.

"Aye I did Scotland…. Sorry…" The blonde was groaning loudly on the ground. He sat up dazed. He touched the back of his head again. It was bleeding again.

"Ow?" Scotland rolled his eyes. Ireland went over and lifted Scotland up, without waiting for his consent. He had to carry him bridal style so there was less pressure on his broken rips.

"Whit are ye doing?" He flushed bright red.

"Ferget yer pride fer a moment, Scotland! I'm just gannae carry ye ta tha car." America tried to stand up but collapsed again. Being persistent, America tried to stand again but he still only fell down again. He was dizzy and couldn't see third time he tried he felt an arm hook around his waist.

"Hey there, blondie! Need a clutch?" North Ireland smiled at America as he helped him remain standing.

"Uhhh… Yeah… Thanks dude!"

"Nae problem!" He swung America up suddenly and over his shoulder. "Ye need ta eat less hamburgers. Yer heavy as hell." North Ireland said playfully as he followed after Ireland.

America tried to struggled like Scotland did but he was still dizzy from hitting the back of his head again. Wales helped England walked. France followed after them.

(A/N - This is the second last chapter in the first story! I feel a little sad now...

A wet willie, incase you didnt know, is when you cover your finger in spit and stick it in someone's ear. It's a form of playground torture. I have nevr had it done to me or done it to some else. It's just a lil fact I know... But's it's kinda disgusting...

About that kiss - Yes, I did say no pairings but France was being France... Molesting and snogging does not count as a pairing. It's just a implication... sorta... they aren't dating! France is just vbeing a pervert...

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