Good Night.
The group was just leaving the clearing when Scotland passed out in Ireland's arms. Naturally he panicked about his brother's welfare.
"Hey Scotland?... Scotland! Wales! He passed out!"
"It's okay Ireland." Soothed Wales in a quiet voice. Ireland had to strain to hear him. "Scotland is just exhausted. He is using too much magic here. I was surprised he managed to stay conscious for so long… (just over 10 minutes.) Just let him sleep. He might wake up again once we get him away from the grave."
Ireland nodded. He knew that his big brother has a problem with excess magic so he had some sort of seal. His magic was amplified here so the seal usually stopped working. He was always forced to control his emotions here to stop his magic from having negative effects. The group made their way into the fog. Only the brothers knew where they were going.
North Ireland had turned red in the face from carrying America was looked on the verge of passing out. "Ugh… Blondie is so so heavy!" He complained. He had been talking non-stop since the walk had begun. Ireland would have yelled at him to shut it if he wasn't trying to stay quiet to let the red head sleep.
The walk didn't seem as long on the way back. As soon as they were out of the fog and beside the cars, the fog evaporated into nothing. America who looked ready to throw up while dangling on North Ireland's shoulder muttered some along the lines of
"Dude… all that misty stuff… just disappeared… Like aliens…"
England had to marvel at how quickly the fog disappeared as well. With Scotland not near the grave, the summoned fog just vanished, revealing the whole area. They were in the dip of a valley. Right at the end of the valley was a thin glistening strip of water, maybe the ocean or a huge loch with the sun just beginning to peek up, signalling a new day. France gasped slightly as the sun rised further, dying the sky a rainbow of colours. Different shades of pink, orange, red, yellow and light blue.
"L'Ecosse haz beautiful sun rises…" England nodded silently as everyone just paused to watch the sunset.
"I hate ta interrupt this bonnie sight but I wannae go home." Everyone looked at Scotland who looked irritated after waking up again.
"Afta ye go ta hospital for yer rips and knuckle."
"Fine! Just hurry up so I canne go home, throw up and sleep in me own bed!" He muttered grumpily. Ireland laughed a little.
"Stop being so dour, Scotland! It's tha 17th!" Scotland paused and grinned back.
"Aye I guess so…"
Three weeks later at a world meeting….
"America! What happened to your face! Ve~"
"Ja. It's quite bruised…"
"Da. Who beat you up?"
America stood, happy at the attention, annoyed that it was because his face was still beat up and he had to wear a stupid looking nose cast. It was to come off in a week but he was still very impatient to get the damn thing off his face. England was not early for once to America's dismay. He knew that the blonde country had finished healing about a week ago. He didn't know about Scotland but if he wasn't such a great hero, he would wish that the red head was worse off than him.
Approaching voices sounded down the hall.
"Just say it once!"
"Nae! If I say somethin' ta tha' twat, he's gonnae say something back, then I gonnae break him nose agen!"
"Why don't you just use even an ounce of self control!"
"Isnnae tha' yer job? To be a stuffy, boring gadgee?"
"Just say it then leave!"
"I sed nae!"
"Our boss told you that you have to apoligise to America. It's a matter of international relationships!"
The door slammed open as England burst in, followed by Scotland.
"I sed nae!"
"It's an order from our boss! You can't just say 'nae'!"
Most of the countries turned around to stare at them. They rarely saw England's older brothers except for Ireland who had to attend the world meetings to represent his own country. Scotland was the rarest brother though.
Most people didn't actually know that Ireland and England were brothers though, mainly because Ireland went out of his way to completely avoid the blonde. He would sit the furthest away from him and stay quiet throughout the meeting unless he was absolutely required to speak. He spoke now though.
Actually he yelled across the vast room so the red head could see him. "Scotland? You came to a meeting?"
"Och, hey Ireland!" England pulled on his brother's left wrist which was still in a brace. He flinched. It was his only remaining injury but it had been the worst. He also had a couple of stitches in the cut on his shoulder but they had been removed yesterday. He muttered loudly to Scotland under his breath.
"Just say sorry to America and go back home!"
"… Aye then… but only cause oor boss told me ta." England released his brother, expecting him to go over to the glaring American and muttered some half ass apology. But his brother could be unpredictable…
Scotland marched right up to the podium and stood behind it. He tapped the microphone a couple of times to grab everyone's attention.
"Aye is this thing oon?" His voice boomed out across the huge room that rivalled a football field. "Gud!" England was a little confused to where this was going. Scotland wasn't planning on… He surely wouldn't publically admit…
"Now some of ye may have noticed that America seems a lil under tha weather… He looks like a bloomin' raccoon with his two black eyes in other words." They were some murmurs from all of the countries. America stood up, glaring at him. Scotland grinned and continued.
"Well I'm nae sure whut ye heard but if yer interested in tha truth, listen up!" They were suddenly interested in what the red head had to say.
"Me and blondie had a fight and I'm here ta say sorry fer breaking yer nose. Sorry America for beating ye up." America blushed violently and England ran up to his brother and began pulling him away from the stand. Scotland still had a hold on the microphone as he was dragged away by his bad wrist. He continued speaking into it.
"Ye shouldnae start fights!"
"Scotland shut up!"
"Yes. I am once again sorry fer beating ya up, America, fer a fight ye started! Tha's right! Ye heard me! Scotland beat up Ameri-"
The sentence was cut off as the microphone led was unplugged from Scotland being pulled too far away from the speaker. The room was silent as Scotland was forcefully escorted from the room by England who had a tight grip on Scotland's bad wrist. The door was slammed shut. Everyone was staring at America who was a deep crimson. They could hear Scotland and England arguing just behind the door.
"You didn't have to be such an ass!"
"I sed sorry, dinnae I!"
"You weren't meant to say it over the fucking microphone!"
"Ye should be happy! I finally listen ta ye!"
"God! You are always so unpredictable!"
"Doesnae tha' make me predictable!"
"What?"
"If ye can predict tha' I'm unpredictable, then I'm predictable!"
"That doesn't make sense, you wanker!"
Italy looked worriedly at the door. "Should we stop them? Ve~"
France answered him. "Non, this iz ze normal pour them…"
Germany stood up. "Let just begin this meeting, ja."
"JUST LEAVE!"
"I'm alredy goone!"
The door opened and England came storming in angrily, sitting in his seat. Everyone stared at him until Germany slammed down his hand.
"Ve vill begin this meeting now!" Everyone flinched and the meeting began.
Half way through the meeting, a white dove flew into the meeting, dropped a slip of paper and left. Most ignored it as bird mail was a common oddity. England read it. 'Curse – from yer aulder brother.' He crumpled it up annoyed.
Everything was completely back to normal between the brothers.
(A/N - Yep This is the FINAL chapter of the first story! But don't worry! I'm beginning Story 5 right away!
My story finishing order is messed up... 2,3,4,1,5...
I mentioned a Scottish sunrise in this. They really are beautiful. In spring, it's still dark when I leave the house to wait for the bus to school but the sun usually rises while I'm waiting for the bus and every morning it is truely beautiful. It is different each and every day but it is still so pretty. It's amazing. I love sunrises. They have lots of gentle pinks and pale yellows. Sunsets are just as beautiful though the colours are more red and bright. It's like comparing strawberry yogurt to strawberry jelly - if that makes sense...
I also mentioned a dove and a curse at the end. Yeah - in the anime, Scotland's messager bird is a white dove so I decided to go with that. England also recieves a piece of paper with the word curse written on it from one of his brothers. (It didn't say who) I decided to make the Irish countries be the ones who mainly sends curses like that but Scotland sometimes does it as well.
The story ends with the relationship going back to normal. Kinda boring? TOUGH!
REVIEW AND PREPARE FOR THE BEGINNING OF STORY 5!)