Wedding preparations

In Edinburgh...

"Aye… Nee, I understand… Aye… I'll tell them… Goodbye."

He hung up the phone. He sighed, placing the phone gently on its stand. He turned away from it and ran his hand through his hair. He looked stressed and angry.

"…cack…" He mumbled.

"CACK!" He threw his fist suddenly and it collided with the wall. He kept his fist on the wall for a minute with his head dipped. He removed it and picked the phone out of his pocket. He texted something and sent it out to four people before turning off his phone. He then grabbed a set of car keys from on top of the bedside table and exited the room, slamming the door shut.

On his bed, neatly prepared but left behind, were a smart looking kilt and a white shirt with tie.

In London...

England felt his mobile buzz in his pocket. He was standing on the ground in front of the Goring Hotel. He picked it up and saw it was from Scotland.

"Hang on a minute North Ireland!"

"…Aye! But please h-h-hurry!..."

North Ireland dangled dangerously off of the ledge of a 3rd floor window. He held the corner of huge union jack and was struggling with the weight of the cloth and the fact he was holding onto the stone with only his legs. He was trying to attach it so that it was aligned enough to England's high standards.

Wales was arranging flowers outside another 3rd story window, close by the other corner which was already secure. He rolled his eyes.

England took his phone and began reading the text message.

"WHAT?"

North Ireland jumped at the sudden scream. He lost balance and toppled forward a bit. Luckily he managed to hook onto the edge with his ankles. Wales glanced over at North Ireland. He was in a dangerous situation but he wasn't worried. North Ireand always got himself into messes like this regularly.

"Hey ye need anae help?"

"…Nee!... I'm still… BARRY!..." He strained to speak but still managed. England looked up at North Ireland.

"Stop fooling around, North Ireland and hurry up attaching that flag! And make sure it is straight this time!" England ordered loudly. England began typing in numbers angrily.

North Ireland nodded stiffly as he tried to hoist himself back up on to the ledge to finish his job. He made his way back onto the ledge with a lot of grunting and wiggling until only his torso, arms and head were over the ledge. He phone rang loudly suddenly. He attempted to try and reach it, only to fall forward. This time he wasn't able to stop his fall.

He was still holding onto the flag luckily. He stopped in midair as the flag caught him.

"North Ireland!" Wales dropped the handful of white roses and grabbed onto the flag corner by him. It was starting to come loose of the weight of the Irishman pulled down.

"Climb up!"

"One second please! I got a text from Alba!" North Ireland said excitably as he pulled out his phone. Wales grunted as he tried to pull the flag and North Ireland up.

"HUH?" Wales heard North Ireland before he found his weight being pulled over the edge as well as the flag became completely unattached at his end. He hanged onto the stone ledge with his legs.

"North Ireland! Climb up!"

"WALES! ALBA'S NOT COMING!"

"I know! He's got work today!"

"NO! I MEAN HE'S NOT COMING TA THE WEDDING TOMORROW!"

"Whut?"

England who had been trying to phone Scotland looked up to silence their yelling when he saw what situation they were in. North Ireland was clinging onto the flag like a monkey texting on his phone and Wales holding onto the corner of the flag, trying to stop his brother from falling, while almost falling himself.

"YOU TWO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He yelled to be heard and because he was angry.

"Just DANGLING! And havin' a grand auld time. OH AND DID YOU KNOW ALBA'S NOT COMING!" He yelled down at England sarcastically.

"YES I KNOW!"

"WELL, PHONE HIM!" North Ireland fell down a foot lower as Wales was pulled more out of the window. He ignored it and continued arguing.

"I DID!"

"AYE DID YE NOW?"

"DON'T TALK LIKE THAT TO ME!"

"I'LL TALK WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT!"

"SHUUUUUT UUUUUP!"

North Ireland and England looked up in shock at the usually near silent blonde country as he screamed at them. He was red in the face from holding up his brother and yelling.

"Both of you should just be quiet for once! England! Try to calm down and phone Scotland again! And North Ireland! If you do not climb back up here in the next 5 seconds I AM GOING TO BLOODY DROP YE!"

The two countries nodded fearfully. When the gentle, quiet and very mild tempered Wales raises his voice, you should be scared, you should listen and you should do whatever the hell he says. England tried phoning Scotland again when North Ireland used his climbing skills to scale the flag and climbed back into the window as quickly as he could, helping Wales in at the same time. Wales pulled in the flag completely.

The blonde and the auburn ran down to the ground and out to England who was swearing angrily under his breath as he got voice mail again.

"That wanker! He's not picking up!"

"Of coorse not… Alba wonnae use his mobile while at work… Phone his parliament…"

"Good idea Wales." North Ireland was looking at the text Scotland had sent him and Wales was looking at his one as well. This was the first time he had seen the text. England got though so put it on loudspeaker so Ireland and Wales could join in the conversation. After a 15 minute wait and a lot of security code checks, they finally got through to Scotland.

By this time though, both England and North Ireland were very impatient and extremely angry with the long process and their brother not going to what is a very important event for all of them.

"Aye, Whit is it?"

"SCOTLAND YOU FUCKING BASTARD! SKIPPING OUT ON THE WEDDING!"

"AYE ALBA!"

"SCOTLAND STOP BEING A WANKER AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" Wales said something but it was lost in the screams of his older and younger brother. They became silent as they tried to catch their breath.

In Edinburgh...

Scotland on the other end of the line was in the middle of an important meeting. He was surrounded by his MPs and other important figures in his parliament when he received the call. Everyone was staring at the phone which had been on loud speaker so Scotland could continue writing while talking to his brothers. He sighed as they fell silent after shouting a volley of insults and swears at him.

He reached over to the phone and picked it up, pressing a button. He held to phone to his ear.

"Right. I'm gonnae turn ye off speaker phone now…." England's voice came over.

"Wait! You were on speaker phone?"

"Aye! I'm in the middle of a parliament meeting!" Scotland whispered angrily and loudly in the phone. All of his politics were watching and listening to him. England blushed heavily, realising that everything he had just screamed was probably heard by all of Scotland's politicians.

"Ballocks… I so sor~"

"What do ye want?" Scotland snapped. England suddenly remember his reason for calling and yelling censored and violent words.

"THE WEDDING! Why are you not going?"

"I just donnae feel like it…"

"It's a ROYAL wedding! You have to go!"

"Nee, I donnae."

North Ireland started talking. "Come on Alba! Why ain't ye going fer real?"

"I told ye, I donnae want ta go ta the stupid wedding!" He hissed into the phone angrily. Wales remained quiet; he saw no point in shouting through the phone. England was speaking again.

"She's is your Queen. OUR Queen! This is our Royal Wedding!"

"WE are nae the ones gettin' hitched!"

"This isnnae funny Alba! You have to go tat ha wedding! Even Ireland is gonnae go and he hates England!"

"HEY!"

"Ye ken what I mean!"

"I nae gonnae go ta tha wedding! Tha's me final word on it!" Scotland hung up the phone with a slam. He glared around him until the meeting resumed. It began to progress like normal again.

Back in London...

England sighed huffily and put his phone away.

"That bastard Scotland… Avoiding the bloody wedding…" North Ireland crossed his arms.

"I cannae believe that Alba would want to miss the wedding!"

"Aye… He usually loves events like this… He always acts like a little kid again whenever there is a wedding or a party…" Wales said almost silently.

England put his hands on his hip. "He has to come! We will just have to drag the git here ourselves!"

"Hold on England!" Wales intervened. "Alba dinnae give us a reason for suddenly not cuming! Maybe there is a gud reason?" England stopped and crossed his arms.

"And what could be more important than one of our princes getting married!"

"Aye. Hate ta say this but I agree with Iggy on this one Wales…." England phoned for a car. Wales fidgeted as they waited. North Ireland was busy playing on his phone. England glanced at him.

"Wales…." Wales bit his bottom lip.

"Aye?..." England stared at him.

"Do you know why Scotland is not coming to the wedding?"

North Ireland's head snapped up from his voice and there was a loud beep as he just lost the game he was playing. Wales shuffled a little. North Ireland was suddenly standing very close to Wales.

"Is tha' true, Wales?"

"Ummm…"

"Wales!" whined North Ireland, grabbing onto the shy blonde. "Tell us!"

"Yes. Do tell us any information that you have which may help." England said coldly, glaring at his brother. Wales sighed and unhooked North Ireland from around him.

"I donnae ken the reason either…" He mumbled quietly. North Ireland bought that very easily, he was quite naïve and gullible at times, but England was still wary of him. He had a feeling that his brother knew something important.

They bought last minute tickets for a train to Edinburgh. North Ireland however decided that he was going to see Ireland at the last minute and traded his train ticket for an aeroplane one. He said something about going to calm Ireland down. Apparently he had got a text from Scotland too. Wales and England got on the train together.

(A/N - Remembered how ages ago, like 7 updates ago, I promised a mention of the Royal Wedding. TAADAA! This story is going to be shorter than Story 1 annd will probably last about 4 chapters maybe 5 if I actually involve the wedding.

Goring Hotel - Where Kate (the bride) was getting ready. I decided to make it that the brothers had to help with some of the preparations as it was their country's royal wedding. They were mainly in charge of last minute prep work and inviting other countries to the event. There are incharge of making the visiting nations feel welcome on the actual day - like America and France...

Review please.)