PROLOGUE

"FROG FACE!"

"FRANCE!"

The two British countries burst through the door of the world meeting.

"England?"

"Scotland?"

"Iggy?"

"Alba?"

"Another England? Ve~"

"There are two Englands, da?"

"Actually… I told everyone at the start… that I was Wales… Not England…"

"THERE YOU ARE FRANCE!"

"GIVE ME THA' KEY, YE TWAT!"

One Week Earlier…

England felt his head moaned angrily and his body complained loudly. He had a horrible hangover. Not the worst one he ever had though, but still fairly bad….

He opened his eyes and vaguely recognised the surroundings. He was obviously in his house, probably the hallway. He tried to roll over to his left but found his right hand trapped. He tugged it hard but it refused to move. If he wanted free, he would have to sit up properly.

He thought for a second and winched as his brain argued against thinking. He would remain lying on the ground with his eye closed until the hangover was gone. Luckily it was very early in the morning and there was barely any light to disturb him.

He laid there for another 45 minutes until his back began to hurt from that position. He found himself turning automatically, towards his right hand as it was clearly impossible the other way. He found his forehead against naked skin. His eyes shot open again. The body beside him was still, clearly unconscious.

"Oh god… Please don't be dead!" England sat up to see just who he was laying beside and hoping that whoever it was was still breathing. He gaped at him. It was his oldest brother, completely passed out, spread out like starfish. He was completely still.

England reached over to his brother's throat uneasily and place two fingers on his jugular. He felt a steady pulse and sighed in relief. His brother was alive. Until England kills him for breaking into his house probably while he was drunk. He wondered why his brother was here like this though. The man was lying in the hall way, like he had been left there, and he was just wearing jeans.

"… Dammit Scotland… Why the hell are you in my house?..." He mumbled to himself as his mind tried to settle down.

He needed tea. He guessed that if he sobers up a little, dealing with his brother would be easier. He made to stand up but found himself being pulled down. The world was still so fuzzy so moving was a pain. He tried again but something was tugging on his right arm, keeping him tied to the floor.

He turned his head to identify the source of his problem and blinked as the world suddenly focused. On his wrist was a thick silver bracelet which was attached to a metal chain that lead the way back to Scotland's left hand where an identical silver hoop ensnarled his wrist.

"Fuck…"

(A/N - This was a quick intro to my next story. It's a chapter for each day they are stuck together so that is seven chapters in total. Plus this one.

I had fun writing this. More fun than my last story. I have decided to write this story and the next one at the same time.I am going to mainly work on this one though and do a couple of chapters on it then maybe one or two on the next one. It might not work though...

If you are wondering why I choose to try and work this way (ie - writing two storys a once) , it's to help keep my interest. If I work on one story for too long, I become bored and my writing becomes crappy and it takes twice as long to write and think of ideas... So when I lose interest, i just need to switch for a little while and TAADAA - hopefully continuously interesting storys.

Review please and thank you regular readers and reviewers! You guys are awesome!)