I vote England.

(A/N - This Oneshot is set in 1707 when Scotland and England sighed the Treaty of Union and The UK was offically born.)

The five brothers gathered together in the large regal room. They all had messy hair, thick eyes brows and a slightly different colour of green eyes each. A large round oak table with fancy engravings in the centre of the room had 5 chairs around it. Two of the brothers were already sitting down. One of them had light brown hair and turquoise green eyes and the other was a blonde with a large stack of paper work in front of him. He looked expectably at the other four with light green eyes. The tallest of the standing men stepped forward with hair the colour of poppies.

"Aye? Canne ye explain why ye gone done cried us oot here?" The young blonde raised a thick eye brow.

"Scotland. We are here to discuss something important."

"Aye . And?" The younger of the two auburn hair men leaped up behind Scotland and wrapped his hands around his waist.

"Donnae be rude Alba! Iggy must have something important tae say or he wouldnae hav' called a meeting!" North Ireland grinned and peeked over Scotland's should. "Ain't that right, Iggy?" England twitched annoyed at his nickname.

"I'm called England."

Ireland spoke up grumpily."Yer our wee broth. We canne call ye whatever we want tae!" England sighed.

"Fine just sit down." The three obliged with some quiet grumbling. England cleared his throat. "Last week, we all signed a treaty declaring that we a single united kingdom made up of our individual countries."

Ireland snorted and Wales sighed. Scotland didn't seem to be listening properly. Only North Ireland seemed to be listening but then again he was only smiling and looking at England. There was no proof that he was even paying attention. England continued speaking despite the lack of enthusiasm from his brothers.

"We are all equal in this nation but I feel the need to have a single representative at any future meetings between countries. It would be inconvenient if all five of us went to every meeting."

North Ireland smiled cheerfully. "Aye. Iggy has a point."

Wales nodded. Scotland sat up a little and yawned stretching out his arms.

"Aye. I agree too I guess."

Ireland just scowled. "And lemme guess. Ye wanne te be the representative?" England blushed heavily and began stuttering from embarrassment.

"I-I know that th-this job would usually g-g-go to the oldest-t, S-Scotland. But-t I think I sh-should do it." He looked down at the table, not willing to look any of his brothers in the eye. Tradition was that the oldest should be the leader or representative so Scotland was the rightful person for the job. Unfortunately, England disagreed with this. He thought he should be the one in charge. If Scotland said no, which is what he expected to him to say, then the other three would agree with him. He decided to glance up to see what Scotland's reaction to this was. He regretted it instantly. Rather than glaring or being angry looking at the idea, Scotland was grinning from ear to ear. This would be a good thing if it wasn't his sly, cruel and slightly sadistic evil grin. England gulped. This was a very, very bad sign.

Wales talked, distracting England from staring at Scotland.

"Huh? Sorry I didn't hear that Wales." Wales sighed irritated but repeated himself anyway.

"I said, Are we gonnae vote taday then?" England nodded. Ireland huffed and stood up, knocking his chair to ground.

"This is a waste of ma time! I nae taking part!"

"Ireland!" Everyone turned to look at Scotland when he snapped at Ireland. There was a reason why the brothers respected and listened to their brother other than his older age. When he spoke, it felt like you had to listen. He was a natural leader and a strong man who was easy to follow. The sort of person that would be a high ranking man in the army, that was Scotland. England was always jealous of his brother for that. He got along easily with all of his brothers and they listened to him eagerly, following whatever he says or where ever he goes. He was still grinning sadistically and the blonde shivered.

"Sit doon agin, Ireland. Stop being so dour! I wanne tae vote. It sounds interesting." Ireland blinked in surprise at the order. Even Wales seemed surprised. North Ireland sorted Ireland's chair and Ireland sat down in it slowly, glaring at England but not going against his older brother's order. Scotland leaned forward and leaned on the table.

"Aye. So let's begin tha vote." All the brothers perked up. Whatever Scotland said next would decide the destiny of who would be the representative.

"I vote England."

England nearly choked and Ireland spluttered.

"What?"

"Whit?"

They had spoken at the same time. Scotland looked amused by their reactions. North Ireland was frowning at him.

"Ye nae feeling well, Alba?"

"Nae, North Ireland. I'm feeling dandy actually." He smiled a little wider and leaned back. He placed his feet on the table and his hands behind his head in a relax position as he rocked back on his chair. Normally England would yell at him for this but he seemed distracted by Scotland's words. Wales and North Ireland didn't look convinced. Ireland was red in the face and England was in shock. Ireland finally found his tongue.

"Are yer fer real? Alba, England is oor wee broth and a git! He cannae be the representative!" Scotland looked calmly at Ireland.

"He isnae a wee bairn anaemore." He gestured suddenly for Ireland to come closer. Ireland leaned forward and Scotland grabbed and pulled his ear closer to his mouth. Ireland winced in pain. Scotland whispered something in the Irish man's ear and the excess blood drained from Ireland's face to replace by a look of surprise. He leaned out again.

"You annae tuggin' on me leg, Alba." Scotland shook his head and Ireland broke out into a grin. England was suddenly curious. North Ireland jumped over.

"No fair Alba! Whit did ye tell him." Ireland sighed and rolled his eyes before whispering into North Ireland's ear. North Ireland instantly broke into a wider grin and giggled a little. "Alba. He isnnae lying, is he?"

"Nar" North Ireland broke into a laughing fit and Scotland smirked at England's confused face. England stood up to try and get a better look at them as if that would help. Wales stood up and tugged on Scotland's sleeve and leaned in to find out why Ireland and North Ireland were grinning like mad men at England. After a quick whisper of spoken words, Wales give a small smile. It was very rare for Wales to smile so England knew that whatever Scotland had told them was probably a bad thing for him.

"Uhhh. So Wha~"

"Who's gonnae vote next?" Scotland had purposely interrupted him. "I said I vote fer England. Do ye agree?"

Ireland spoke first, not giving time for England to speak. "Aye. I agree."

North Ireland joined in, still not letting England speak. "Aye fer me too. I think England should be oor representative."

Wales nodded. "Aye."

Scotland grinned and stood up speaking quickly so England couldn't interrupt or say anything. "Barry! That 5 votes fer England. Now let's all go to the pub for some export!" The four brothers cheered and headed towards the door but were stopped by a shout from England.

"WAIT!"

Scotland turned around, looking annoyed. "Whit?"

"What did you say to them? Why did you vote for me? You should be against this! That's why I stayed up all night preparing for this!" Scotland raised a large red eyebrow.

"So ye donnae want te be the representative?" England's cheeks flushed.

"No. I want to be but what did you say to them?" Ireland looked angry at being refered to as 'them' so North Ireland just wrapped his arms around him to stop him from acting on his feelings. Scotland sighed slightly.

"Yer acting like a wee gurnie. Just be happy ye got what ye wanted."

"B-b-but!" Scotland shook his head.

"Stop acttin' like a wee bairn." He turned and left, followed by the other three brothers. England was suspicious, he never got anything he wanted from Scotland without a price and he had the feeling this one would have a big price.

The next day, he went to question Scotland to find out the truth. "Hey Scotland! I want to know why you voted for me!" Scotland sounded irritated and sleepy, only just woken up.

"Whit? Why?"

"Because I know you. You never let me have anything I want without something unless it has an advantage to you."

"Aye."

"So tell me!" England was beginning to sound like a little child again with how much he was whining. Scotland rolled his eyes.

"Think a tad, ye wee gurnie! I hate meetings. Sitting and listening is nae way fer me to spend me life."

"Then why not vote for Wales or Ireland then?" He demanded.

"Yer still nae thinkin'! Wales doesnae stand oot enough to voice oor country's opinion and if Ireland was oor representative, I would fear fer oor future!" Scotland smirked a little. "And ye ken North Ireland. He's a numpty when it comes to paying attention. He has fair big mooth as whell! Dee ye ken now?"

England was stunned. The logic seemed flawless. Everything Scotland had said was true but England still had a nagging feeling that he was leaving something out.

A week later and England was returning from a meeting with France and Spain. He had been there for two whole days, trying to discuss a truce between their countries. It was impossible though. He was happy that he had got to go to a meeting without his brothers behind him arguing at least. But he wasn't happy when France tried to molest him and Spain threatened to send his 'great' Spanish Armada. He got to yell at France, much to his delight. The meeting ended in a fight and there was no resolve to the truce. It had been a disaster politically but England still walked home with a smile. He was finally feeling like he was charge of his reckless, older brothers. Until his house came into view. Or the remains of his house at least. (His home during this period was like a small fort, it's the house he lived in before he bought the cottage which he lives in now. His cottage is fairly big BTW, like a small mansion but the fort is bigger.)

The door was open. Bad sign number one.

He could smell a large amount of alcohol, vomit and smoke. Bad sign number two.

He could see remains of his things scattered on the ground outside the house. Bad sign number three.

A note from Scotland on the door. Very bad sign number four.

He gulped. He suddenly had a vague idea to why Scotland would let him be the representative of their country.

He pulled the scroll of paper pinned to the door with a dagger and cringed when he realised it was his good, expensive paper which he only used when writing to other country's royalty. What was written on it made him cringe even more. In Scotland's bad handwriting with splotchy ink -

'Ta wee England,

Cheers fer representing us at tha meeting. We celebrated yer victory wif a ceilidh. Sorry fer nae inviting ya but yer bloody depressing when hammered. Ta fer letting us use yer hoose. Yer oot of export too.

Yer big broth, Scotland.

PS – Wales pished in yer pansies.

Not a good sign at all…..

He crept into the house and reeled at the smell. Vomit was not a welcoming scent. He decided to check all the rooms for damage. The first room was the kitchen. Not too bad on the outside to be honest. He opened a couple of cupboards, dismayed when he found them all empty, all his fodd was gone. And one of them had been puked in. The table had a crack down the middle and a stain from god knows what. He sighed and almost moved onto the next room, if he didn't hear a soft, steady sound. He opened more cupboards until he finally opened a big double cupboard to find North Ireland sleeping peaceful, hugging a bottle of empty whisky. He groaned when he saw his brother squeezed into the tight space. How he got in there was a mystery but how England was going to get him out was an even bigger mystery. He sighed again and decided to leave him there until he woke up.

He explored the living room next and was surprised to find 5 unconscious people, one of which was Wales. Wales was topless and laying under the table. The other four people seemed to just be regular humans, until his eye caught a mess of white hair. Prussia…. He leaned in closer to Wales and touched his back. Wales groaned and woke up. England spoke angrily.

"Wales! What the hell did you wankers do to my home?" Wales screamed out in pain.

"AHHHH! TOO LOUD! TOO LOUD!" England jumped back in surprised and stumbled over someone, waking them up too. They grumbled some very colourful words before throwing up and passing out again.

Wales was clutching his ears in pain."It's too loud! Everything is too loud and bright!" He moaned loudly. Wales and England always had similar drinking and hangover experiences. "Make the ringing…. STOP!" England back away warily from his brother, deciding now was not a good time to talk to him.

He glanced at Prussia who had rolled over in his unconscious state and a loud giggled escaped his lips. On Prussia's face, someone had taken the liberty to scrawl on thick eyebrows, a moustache and some other markings. Wales flinched at the sound and wailed again. He crept from the room.

He peeked into other rooms and frowned as he saw wandered quietly through his home, coming across various mean and women, passed out or too drunk to move. He was examining the layout of one of his rooms. Someone had moved all of the furniture to in front of a door to a small closet. He was just about to leave when the window suddenly creaked before opening. Ireland crawled in half way through the window. He glanced up when someone's shadow blocked the light. He saw a very angry England glaring down at him. He looked sheepish at being caught, breaking into England's house.

"Ummm…. Ye nae seen ma boot, have ye?" England frowned angrily.

"No." Ireland nodded and continued trying to shimmy through the window.

"Aye. Then move ye bas!" England twitched in rage before slamming the window shut on Ireland's back, effectively trapping him. "Huh? What do ya think yer doing, ye git? Lemme oot!" He yelled as he struggled to try and free himself. England just yelled back.

"No Way! Now tell me where Scotland is?"

"Nae! I'll never betray Alba!" England just smirked.

"Fine then. I'll just leave you here for a while." He almost left the room as Ireland screamed some violent Gaelic swears after him. A voice from behind the stack of his furniture, made him stop.

"Hello?... Is anyone out there, aru?"

"CHINA?"

"Ahh. England, aru. That you? Thank goodness!"

"Why are you in my closet?"

"A dare, aru." The furniture shook as he tried to open the door. "Aiyaa! I been tricked, aru!" England sighed. Who else had come to party and destroy him home while he was at a meeting?

"I'll get you out as soon as possible, China."

"Aiyaa! Hurry! Hurry! Aru!" England sighed and nodded, even though China couldn't see it. Ireland was still yelling insult at England.

"Stop screaming Ireland!" England snapped.

He promised himself he would deal with his brothers . North Ireland was passed out in a cupboard, and even if he was awake there was no way he could get out without help, Wales' hangover would stop him from going anywhere and Ireland was trapped screaming in a window. Once he finds Scotland, then he can deal with his brothers all at once. He was exploring upstairs which seemed in a better state that the devastated first floor of his house. He peeked into his bathroom, only to close it quickly again when he realised there was a passed out, naked Denmark in his bathtub. That image was going to haunt him.

He was busy trying to erase the memory of a nude Denmark in his bath by banging her head against the wall, when a sudden girl's giggle came from his bedroom. He looked along the hallway confused. A girl suddenly burst out of his room. She was wearing a over-sized familiar white shirt and a lop-sided skirt. She rushed pass England and towards the stairs. He was watching her run when she turned back and waved. England waved back, confused, when she suddenly called out. "See you tomorrow, Scotland!"

'Scotland?'

He turned back to see his brother grinning at the girl, wearing only a kilt which was loosely wrapped around his waist, looking like it was about to fall off. She disappeared down the stairs. He looked down at England suddenly, still grinning.

"Oh hey!"

"DON'T 'OH HEY!' ME!" Scotland winched at the volume.

"Aye Aye! Nae so loud!" He snapped back, losing his grin. He had a bit of a hangover.

"WHY YOU! Look what you did to my house!"

"Aye. It was a barry party." He smirked.

"And who was that girl?"

"Heather. She a wee, bonnie lass, ain't she?" He sighed and leaned against the door frame. "Braw in bed too. Likes to gimme a bosey afterwards too." England blushed heavily.

"You didn't… in my bed!"

"Aye." England was stuck between paling and blushing. Scotland raised his eyebrow at this reaction.

"Och. By the way, ye still a virgin?" England turned a deep scarlet. He stuttered a little but was saved from answering when a voice sounded behind him. He was relieved until he recognised it as Denmark's voice but Denmark was….

"Hey! Scotland? Do you have any idea where my clothes are?" England turned around to see Denmark there in the nude.

"Nar, check doon stairs."

"Thanks." Denmark ran down the stairs, mentally scarring England for life. He stood there staring at where Denmark had stood, shocked and a little dumb-founded.

He suddenly spun around, determined to give Scotland a piece of his mind. He looked around, confused, realising that Scotland was no longer there. There was nowhere for the red head to hide, expect for in England's bedroom. He walked in, stormily into the mess that was his bedroom but stopped when he saw that the sly country had mysteriously disappeared. He saw a flash of red by the open window and he ran over to it and through his head out of it, just to see Scotland scale down the side of the fort. He jumped the remaining couple of feet and waved up to England cheekily.

"COME BACK HERE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

"Nae! Mind yer coorse language."

"SHUT UP AND COME BACK HERE YOU FUCKING WANKER!"

"See ya, Iggy! Cheers fer being tha representative!"

"I'M BEING SERIOUS!"

"And slange fer letting me use your hoose fer me ceilidh!"

"SCOTLAND!" Scotland just walked away laughing loudly, as England screamed after him.

The oldest brother escaping the wrath of England, whose house was destoried by his party.

(A/N - My second one-shot. I promise I will do the next chapter for the first story after this one! I enjoy writing storys like this. Just so you know Scotland was scolded eventually. North Ireland had to cut from the cupboard with a saw.

A the time this was set:

England is 20 years old

Wales is 21 years old (He just had a birthday and is stil only a couple months older than England.)

North Ireland is 22 years old

Ireland is 23 years old

Scotland is 25 years old

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Scotland translations (the new ones at least) -

Pish - Piss

Barry - splendid

Bosey - a hug or a cuddle (usually a small cute hug)

Ceiligh - Scottish dance (Most modern ceilidhs are with some traditional dancing, music, alcohol, kilts (man-skirts to you culturally insensitive people) and drunk adults. They are very fun, a great laugh.)

cried - called

slange - Cheers Mate!

hoose - house

dour -sad, glum, down, never smiling ect

gurnie - A sulky person (Gurne - a sulk)

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