You are farther than you think….

America had crashed into England's house, just before breakfast, for a surprise visit. However he was surprised to discover that England already had a visitor. An irritated red haired man sat in the kitchen sipping on a tea cup, glaring at the blonde as he sat opposite him. There was an empty ash tray in front of him, ready for any cigarettes that he may smoke but it seemed the Scotsman wasn't smoking. It seemed odd for him to not be smoking. The reason for Scotland's early visit, England had explained to him before leaving to get changed, was apparently their boss was trying to force them to work together in hopes that they would become friends.

America fidgeted as Scotland continued to glare at him. He was examining the blonde carefully. His eyes eventually fell on a plastic bag in his hands. America noticed Scotland's curiosity, and his determination not to talk to the blonde first, so he emptied the bag on the table. A tub of chocolate ice cream emerged.

"It's ice cream for England. His favourite flavour." He claimed loudly, feeling very proud of himself.

Scotland snorted.

America shot him a glare. "What?"

"I wouldnae be so chuffed at gettin' tha wrong flavour, ye edjit." He was smiling slightly at the younger country but it was mocking and didn't reach his eyes. America retorted without thinking.

"I'm not wrong, Dude!" Scotland looked amused as he raised one eyebrow.

"He donnae like chocolate ice cream… That's yer favourite. Don't ye ken his favourite flavour?" He placed his tea on the table and crossed his arms.

America stared at the ice cream. He did buy the ice cream for England but he bought his favourite flavour and assumed that it was England's as well. Scotland saw the change of mood on America's face and smirked. He thought he might as well push the blonde a bit to see what would happen.

"What's England's favourite colour? What's his least favourite? What was his first pet? His biggest fear? His mother's name? Anything aboot him at all that donnae involve ye?" America blushed heavily.

"Ummm..."

Scotland's voice was full of false pity. "De ye even ken England? De ye really ken anything aboot me wee broth at all?" America stood up angrily, slamming his palm downs just as England entered.

"I DO KNOW HIM! I'm closer than you think! Closer than you!"

"Och, Aye?" Scotland replied sarcastically.

"What are you two gits arguing about now?" England interrupted, annoyed that America looked angry enough to punch Scotland in the face while Scotland looked amused at how easily he could wind up the blonde. It was just as bad, if not worse, as him and France. Scotland was still leaning back in the chair with his arms crossed but America jumped in surprise.

"Oh England! Uhh… Do ya like chocolate ice cream?"

"Not particularly. Why?" That's when he noticed the tub of ice cream on the table. It took him five seconds to guess what the argument was about. He sighed. America had a devastated look on his face. Probably because Scotland was right and England didn't like chocolate ice cream. Scotland looked….

Scotland looked happy.

He had a victorious smirk and he was grinning widely. He sighed again. Any second now Scotland was going to gloat and rub it in America's face.

"Told ye, ye erse." Right on cue. Though strangely not as bad as England thought it would be. He looked back at America who seemed determined suddenly.

"I do know England better than you! I was his little brother!"

"Was. I am his older brother."

"I spent my entire childhood with him! He raised me!"

"I raised him."

Scotland spoke calmly while America just became louder and louder. England didn't know how to stop this. Scotland was purposely annoying America and it was working. He was considering calling one of his other brothers to come here and take Scotland away. But that would only make it worst. Wales wouldn't be strong enough or convincing enough, North Ireland would stop to talk and maybe reveal some secret that will make the fight escalate and Ireland… Ireland hated and avoided England so it was unlikely that he would ever answer a call or text message but if he did… He would lose his temper, the fight would turn physical and it would be a blood bath….

"I was his colony!"

"I am the same country as him."

"He knew me since I was a baby!"

"I ken him since he was a wee babe."

Maybe he could call France. He hated him but the perverted blonde and his brother seemed to be close friends, much to England's disgust. Sometimes France was even better at dealing with the red head than his brothers. But he hated France. He would not want him over here, plus he didn't want to call him.

"I am his friend!"

"I'm his brother."

Finally America had an idea. "I'll prove that I'm closer to England than you! Let's have a quiz!"

"A quiz?"Asked England, not believing where this was going.

"Aye, fair enuff. But let's make it interesting!"

"Don't make it interesting, Scotland…" England didn't like where this was heading. The two just ignored him though.

"Interesting? How?"

"Don't ask him how, you wanker…." Ignored again…

Scotland smiled sadistically. Uh Oh…. He knew the red head was going to ask for a bet. "A bet." See!

"No bets, you two!" They ignored him again, despite the argument being over him. England sighed and gave up his pride and texted France, hoping he could stop this before one of them became finically ruined.

"A bet?"

"Aye, a bet? If I get a higher score than ya, then you donnae step a foot in the UK for a month! Plus I get yer Ferrari that ye came here in."

"Don't agree America."

"Okay! But if I win~"

"Which ye wonnae." America gritted his teeth.

"If I win, I get to stay here for a month and you have to give me your full access to your gaming room! I know you have one! I saw it last time I went to your house!"

"You can't decide to stay at my house for a month by yourselves!"

"Aye! That sounds dandy!"

"Don't agree Scotland!" England was exasperated by the two who were fighting over him but completely ignoring him. The door bell rang. England ran to get it, France was quicker than normal. He swung it open. "Fra~!"

Two blondes stared at him but neither of them were France. "Wales? And …"

"Canada!" They both said at the same time in an annoyed, quiet voice.

"Yes. That's right! Well, right now is not a g~"

"Ye nae gonnae win." Scotland had a calm but mocking voice.

"Speak American Dude!" America was yelling.

"It's called English, ye edjit." Wale's and Canada's eyes widen.

"Alba! America!"

"Uncle Scotland! Brother!"

England coughed in embarrassment and blushed.

"So why are you two here?" Canada said something but England couldn't hear it. Wales sighed and repeated it.

"Canada was looking for Scotland but he wasnae home so he came ta me."

"Why?"

"Me and Canada are friends."

"No. I meant why was Canada looking for Scotland?"

"Uncle Scotland promised to play hockey with me later today…."

"Huh? He did?"

"Ye just a wee bairn."

Scotland sounded slightly annoyed with whatever America had just said. "Nuh-Uh! I'm not a bairn! Whatever that is!" America was getting louder. England sighed.

"He's a little busy…"

"Edjit." There was a crash, followed by the shattering of a teacup. Wales and Canada rushed forward together, knocking England over and storming into the kitchen. Scotland and America stood on either side of a topped table. There was a broken tea cup on the ground and the young American just obviously knocked the table over. He was red in the face, while Scotland grinned at him. They stood on opposite sides of the knocked over table.

"Scotland!"

"America!"

Canada and Wales both called out. They turned surprised at the sudden visitors. Scotland suddenly smiled kindly. The red head did a hurdle jump over the table, knocking the distracted America to the side, and gave a big bear hug to Canada.

"Mattie! Good ta see ya!" Canada hugged back.

"Uncle Scotland!" Scotland turned to Wales and gave him a hug as well.

"Wales! Yer here too?" Wales just nodded and gave Scotland a small hug back. America was behind him and a deep shade of red from frustration. Canada looked at his brother.

"Ummm.. Why are you two fighting?"

"Cause yer ninny of a brother donnae~"

"Cause that stupid ginger dosen't~"

They both stopped when they realised that they were speaking at the same time. England finished the answer. "~know England. That's how you were going to end right?" He looked irritated with his arms crossed. America looked sheepish before thinking of an idea.

"Hey you two!" He pointed at Wales and Canada. "You two can be the judges! Think of about some questions about England between ya and then me and Scotland will answer them!" Scotland looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Aye. That would be a fair quiz. That bet's still oon?"

"Yeah Dude! Prepare to lose your games room!"

"Prepare ta walk home."

A while later, France arrived to find an annoyed England trying to clean the kitchen, which he ignored, prefering to find Scotland first. America and Scotland were sitting facing each in the living room and Wales and Canada in the corner writing. The red head was scowling at the American, but with annoyance, not anger. America looked angry though. When the Scotsman saw the French country in the doorway from the kitchen, he waved and beckoned him over.

"Hey thar, France! Good ta see ya."

"L'Ecosse, what iz going on?"

"Me and tha bairn are havin' a wee quiz. Ye can go help Mattie and Wales with tha questions. It's all aboot England."

"Un quiz?" Scotland grinned a little sadistically.

"Aye. Plus a small bet." France nodded, understanding the situation. He grinned deviously and headed towards the two busy blondes. "Donnae think aboot molesting me brother or me nephew!" He called across the room.

"Oui! Of course not!"

Half an hour later and America was with Canada and France in the kitchen while Scotland was waiting with Wales in the living room. England was sent to wait elsewhere so he couldn't influence anyone, much to his never ending annoyance. The three 'judges' had prepared 20 questions. France was to read the questions out loud and Wales and Canada wrote down what the competitors said. Scotland and America were to be quizzed at different times. America went first.

France began. "What iz Angleterre's favourite colour? Amerique?"

"Ummm… Blue?" Canada wrote down his answer. France cleared his throat.

"What iz Angleterre's leazt favourite animal"

"Camels, I think. Cause they spit!" Canada wrote that down.

"What waz Angleterre's first pet?"

"A cat?"

"Hiz biggezt fear?"

"Ghosts!" America was pleased with himself. He had to guess most of them, most of them had nothing to do with him so he didn't really know the answer, but he was sure he had got most of them right. The quiz continued this way until the end. It was very quick and only lasted 20 minutes. Suddenly France added an extra question.

"Zis iz se bonus question now! Is Angleterre… a S or a M?" Wales faced palmed while Canada blushed heavily.

"Papa! We agreed not to put that question in already!"

"Too late!"

"S or M? What does that mean?" Wales shook his head.

"Just guess…."

"I'll go for S then." Canada wrote that down blushing. France looked at America confused.

"Why 'S' Amerique?"

"'S' for Super!" Canada groaned and face palmed.

He grinned at Scotland when he left his quiz. He felt confident. Scotland and England were always fighting and apart from each other so it was natural that he would know nothing about England. Scotland saw the grin and raised an eyebrow. He hated America's pride. He didn't like America. He suddenly felt like treating the American cruelly.

Scotland entered the kitchen with Wales as America and Canada left. Just before Scotland's quiz started and everyone was just settling into their chairs, Scotland asked France for his own pen and paper. France looked genuinely surprised at the request. France handed the Scotsman a piece of blank paper and a pen. The red head tested the pen in the corner and when he was satisfied, he gestured to France that he was ready.

During the quiz, Scotland looked disinterested, much to everyone's surprise. It seemed like the wait had bored him and he had lost his motivation. Wales was a little worried about this. He knew that Scotland didn't particularly care about his gaming room or the contest or the bet. He just wanted to entertain himself by annoying America but now he fed up with that too.

He was asked the same questions as America and Wales wrote down his answers.

"Dunno."

"Dunno."

"Dunno."

Wales didn't write it down straight away the third time. "Ye pulling me leg, Alba?"

"Nae. Write doon me answer." Scotland tapped his pen impatiently on Wale's piece of paper, signalling for him to hurry up and write it down. Wales complied. The entire time though, the red head was busy writing something down on his piece of paper. He had filled most of the page by the end of his quiz. He only took half the time America had took.

Scotland folded and pocketed his piece of paper and left the kitchen back to the living room. Canada had gone to call though England who was surprised as well at how quick it was going. France repeated the questions to England and wrote down England's answers. England refused to answer the last one so France decided to answer for him.

"Vous are probably ze M"

"Frog Face!"

Finally everyone had done their quizzes; all that was left was to mark them. Wales corrected Scotland's and America's was corrected by Canada, using England's answers. America was impatient and shuffled in the chair, occasionally checking over his brother's shoulder. Scotland looked relaxed with the piece of paper he had written on himself in front of him. America had asked him what it was but the red head only smirked and said he would show him at the end. Canada decided to read out the results for the pair.

"First, America. Eight out of twenty one." America pouted.

"What? I was ripped dude! I did way better than that!" England rolled his eyes, handing him his answers and England's answers.

"Huh? Your favourite colour is green?"

"Yes!"

"What did Scotland get?"

"Umm.. Let's see…. Scotland got… Is this right Wales?" Wales nodded. "Umm… Okay then… Scotland got zero then…"

England froze and stared at his brother. He wasn't sure how much his brother knew about him exactly but he was sure he would at least get some right! America was on his feet, cheering.

"WOOOHOOO! In your face, dude!" He grinned widely. "I Win! I get to stay for a full month! And I get to use your gaming room whenever I want!" Scotland just sighed in defeat.

"Aye. Fair enough. You clearly won." America was busy boasting to a glaring Scotland when England asked to see Scotland's answers. He blinked at them in surprise.

"Scotland..." America saw England holding Scotland's answers and grabbed them greedily.

"Lemme me see what he answered!"

"W-Wait! A-Amer-America!"

America scanned the answers and his smile faded. He looked at Scotland who was suddenly grinning cruelly at him. America looked so confused and lost at the answers. The red head tossed the piece of paper he had written on during the quiz and America caught it. He unfolded it and read it as Scotland stood up and stretched. America looked at England's answers on the table and grabbed them. He held the bits of paper together and compared them. He was a little pale from the shock of what was on the paper but he soon turned red with embarrassment. He was shaking.

"Y-You B-Bastard!" Scotland shrugged.

"Mind yer coorse language, bairn."

"Where's your pride? I thought Scotland was a proud country?" Scotland smiled sadistically.

"Aye. I am proud as a country but as a human… I hav' nae pride at all..." He turned and made his way to the door while America stared at the paper, redder that he was earlier. He looked so ashamed of himself.

"How dare he!~" Tears pricked at America's eyes.

Everyone suddenly wanted to know what was on the paper so they gathered around America. They stared between the two pieces of papers. The answers were the same except on Scotland's there was detail in the answers. Like when it asked for least favourite animal, England had said 'Horse' but Scotland had wrote, in his messy writing, 'Horse – Because when he was young he mistook a kelpie for a horse and tried to ride it. It almost dragged him into a loch and drowned him.' To England's embarrassment Scotland had also answered 'M – because his food just proves that.'

At the bottom of Scotland's, in more messy hand writing, he had wrote an extra note.

'America – I donnae have time to waste on a bairn like ye. Ye are nae worth it. To prove it:

Predicted Score for you – 8

Predicted Score for me – 0

My real Score – 21

You are farther away than you think…

Congratulations on yer victory by the way. Scotland.

PS – His favourite ice cream is Rum and Raisin but he always chooses Mint because he's scared he will get hammered by accident.'

America ripped the paper up angrily and threw the pieces on the ground. He had never felt so manipulated or embarrassed. His cheeks were hot as tears burning with humilation rolled down his cheeks. Scotland's predictions were perfect and he had purposely thrown the quiz, not accepting the blonde as an equal or even as a challenger or a person to be considered at all. He had been completely used, not taken seriously at all. He felt that his pride had been cruelly trampled for fun.

Canada placed his hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him brother. He knew how proud and full of himself his brother was, so to be treated like this was very humiliating for him. It threatened his pride as a man and as a person.

Scotland knew this too.

England stared at the answers amazed at how accurate they were but the main thing that had caught his eye was.

'You are farther away than you think…' It felt like Scotland had directed it at not just America…

'You are farther away than you think…' It felt like Scotland was saying this to him as well…

'You are farther away than you think…'

(A/N - I know to some it may seem weird that America cried because Scotland tricked him like that but to be honest that was very cruel. America is very proud of himself and being the 'hero' so it hurt him deeply to have him pride so openly mocked. It was a rather harsh attack on his mentallity rather. Men should relate to this more than girls.

Also America has a 'virgin mind' in this. ie - he doesn't know what S and M is. Not M &S like Marks and Spencers but S & M like Sadist and Masocist. And France is talking sexually and so is Scotland.

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I Promise to finish Story 1 soon! It's only a couple more chapter but they are all really really really long! It takes me over a week to write one! I wrote this one shot to take a break from it btw. It's Back to Story 1 now. :P REVIEW!)