DAY 4

The next morning, Scotland was the first to wake. He found his arms pinned to the side by two blondes who had unconscious decided to hug each other, with him stuck in the middle.

"Och! Hey England! America! Wake up!"

"Sod off…. France…" The shorter of the two blondes murmured before waking up.

"I'm yer brothar! Scotland!" England mumbled again.

"… Go away… Scotland…" Scotland huffed, already pissed off.

"I would if I could… Now ger up!" England opened his eyes and rolled away, detaching himself from America's arms. America then wrapped his arms completely around Scotland's torso as he was still asleep. England sat up and stared down at Scotland who was wrestling to un-wrap America's arms.

"Why wonnae he wake up?" He complained loudly as America tightened his grip. England blinked.

"Oh… Right. I forgot that America was here… He doesn't usually wake up until he smells food or breakfast."

"Tha' donnae help meh!" England couldn't help but let out a small giggle as America clung onto the redhead, while he was trying to stand up. Scotland shot him a cold glare. Scotland tried pushing the American off again when he suddenly grasped him hard so that his back crack and he gave a small hiss of pain.

"Cack!" America snuggled his head into Scotland's chest as the wind was squeezed out of him. "G-Git him oof of meh!"

After some help from England, Scotland was soon giving the young blonde an awkward piggy back ride. The American had his arms around Scotland's stomach and his legs around one of his legs. Scotland had to hold him under the armpits to stop him slipping down and dragging along the ground, tripping Scotland up. It was a very difficult position to hold the blonde in so Scotland had difficulty holding him up and moving around. He eventually waddled down to the kitchen, gritting his teeth angrily.

"I'm gonnae kill tha bassa once he's oof meh!" Scotland threatened and England found himself suppressing another giggle. Scotland was obviously not in the laughing mood but he wasn't in a violent mood either. He wanted to keep it that way.

"Don't worry. I'll just fry some bacon or pancakes and he'll wake up."

"Tha'll take tah loong!" He turned on the cold water tap at full power. He placed his thumb on it and water shot out of the sink and onto America. America spluttered and jumped away from the freezing water and from Scotland. He rolled across the floor in GI Joe style and landed in a crouch.

"What's happening? Where am I? If you are a super evil master mind, be warned! I'm a hero!" England turned off the tap annoyed but also secretly amused.

"That was unnecessary, Scotland." He shrugged in reply, leaning against the counter, and watched America feel along the ground blindly. His glasses were still in England's bedroom.

"Hey! Where am I? Where's Texas?"

"Texas?"

"That's what he named his bloody glasses."

"Oh." Scotland smirked evilly, realising the sudden potential of the situation. America was basically blind, his glasses were upstairs, England couldn't go get them without Scotland and Scotland was quite unwilling to go without having a little fun first.

The blonde stood up, despite being nearly blind. "Come on. Let's go get his glasses before he breaks my kitchen."

"Nee. Nae yet."

"Come on. He's basically useless like this."

"Who's talking? Who are you?" America stared at the outline of two blurry blobs. "Are you bad guys?"

"Aye. Yer been kidnapped."

"Sco~!" His mouth was covered.

"Seriously dude! What happened to England then? And the other one!" Scotland glared at America.

"Ye mean Scotland?"

"Yeah, I think so…. What did ya do with them?"

"Hmmm… Who canne ken?"

"Prepare to be defeated bad guy! The hero always wins! Justice will prevail! Good will always win over evil! I will beat you! If you dare lay a finger on England then I will ki~"

"Shut it." Scotland was fed up with the way America kept dragging on and on.

"Justice forever!"

"Jesus. Ye canne stop now."

"I will never stop until I stop you, evil-doer!"

"England is braw, I was jus' pulling yer leg."

"Iggy was in a BRAWL?"

"England, yer bairne's a edjit…. Ye think he would recognise meh accent…" He removed his hand so England could speak. He gave a heavy sigh.

"I know…" They watched for a couple of minutes as America threatened to beat them up if they hurt 'England and Scotland' and wandered around blindly.

"I give up, let's jus' git the edjit his damn glasses…."

"What made you change your mind?" America walked into the dining room table. Scotland raised his eyebrows as he continued try walking around, banging into more things, knocking over a chair.

"Ye need tah ask?" England shook his head.

"America."

"England? Is that you? Are you safe? Where are the bad guys?"

"You managed to defeat them and I'm fine. You're such an amazing hero." England said sarcastically.

"Really?" America was bad at picking up on sarcasm despite being raised by 'the country of sarcasm and wit'. England rolled his eyes.

"Yes, now stand still before you break my kitchen."

"Sure thing, Artie." Scotland laughed at the nickname.

"Artie?"

"Don't call me 'Artie' you git!" He shouted at America while blushing. Scotland laughed again as England stomped upstairs tugging him behind him.

Soon America was wearing his glasses again and the small group were sitting down to breakfast.

"Why are ya eating barf?"

"It's porridge."

"And it's gud fer ye."

"But dude, it looks exactly like someone just vomited it up."

"America! I'm trying to eat."

"I'm just saying it looks like someone spewed on your plates." Scotland was ignoring America now, deciding that the younger blonde wasn't worth his time. However, England was just on the verge of going in 'my cooking isn't that bad' rant when a low throttle distracted him.

"What the devil is that?" Scotland lifted his head from his bowl of porridge, recognising the strange sound.

"Hmmm… Jus' a wee present…" England paled.

"Am I going to regret this 'gift'?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"Dee ye regret calling meh a 'porridge wog'?" England paused and became paler as he thought of all possible meanings of that question. America was looking out of the window, into England's driveway.

"Hey Artie, there is a dude under your car!"

"What?" England stood up, pulling at the handcuff so that Scotland missed his mouth while spooning in the sugary porridge. He swore and wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. England however was too busy staring at the pair of feet sticking out from under his car to notice Scotland.

The red head nation stood up and smirked suddenly, seeing the feet. He leaned over and opened the window. "Oi. Ireland!"

The feet jumped in surprised and a thump rang out followed by a loud. "OW! FUCK!" An auburn mess of hair appeared with an angry face, a red mark on the forehead and smudges of motor oil on it.

"Hey Alba! Dinnae call oot like tha'!"

"Aye." The head disappeared again. England blinked in shock before screaming out.

"IRELAND! What the fuck are you doing to my car, you bloody wanker!" A middle finger shot out from under the car and England turned red faced.

"Dude! You should see this!"

"Yes I know! My bloody brother is under my car!"

"No. There is some guy ripping up your yard with a motor bike."

"WHAT?"

The two brothers rushed to the other window, just in time to see a figure dressed in black with a black helmet on a huge motorbike tear through a patch of white roses. It skidded and chunks of roses and grass sprayed against the wall of the house and the window. England stared in horror and absolute shock at the battle ground that was once his beautiful front garden. The grass had huge muddy streaks from where the heavy wheels of the bike had drilled into the ground, most of the flowers were dead and there was a gaping hole in the fence from where the motorcycle had crashed through it.

The biker was in the middle of making a wide doughnut with the rear tire when he saw the watching nations. He stop revving but kept the engine on as he removed his helmet. A grinning North Ireland waved enthusically at them.

"Hey Alba! Hey America!" America waved back.

"Yo! What's up?"

"Just having some fun by destroying Iggy's garden!" He smiled happily. America began to laugh.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY GARDEN? WHY?" Rather than answering, North Ireland replied by holding up two well chosen fingers at England. "WHAT WAS THAT?" Scotland was laughing too now.

England looked like a vein was going to pop. He charged towards the door, dragging a laughing Scotland behind him and followed by America. He opened the door angrily, just to see Ireland crawl out from under his car. The man ran and hopped onto the back of the bike. England tried to chase after them but Scotland held him back. The motor cycle crashed through the fence, leaving another hole. America and Scotland were both laughing now.

"SHUT UP YOU TWO!" They just laughed harder now. The English man's face was just so hilarious. England crossed his arms angrily.

"Ye still git Wales tah gah." England stopped suddenly, realising that maybe Scotland had something to do with the Irish men who had just destroyed his garden and potentially.

"Wait! Wh~"

Thud!

A white bird flew into the back of the blonde's head. There was a small silence.

"Whoa! Dude! England just totally got hit by a bird." America buzzed excitably, waving his arms and pointing. The white bird hopped off and landed on Scotland's shoulder. Scotland gave it a gentle scratch on the back of its head and it cooed happily in return.

"Who's a gud lassie? Who is? You are."

"Is that your bird, dude?"

"Aye. Her name's Eithne."

"Eiffni?"

"Eithne. It's an auld Pictish name fer meh beautiful Pictish Princess."

"Huh? Really? Picturist?"

"Scotland! Keep that bloody bird away from me!"

"Dinnae be cruel. She flew all tha way from Wales with a wee note fer ye." He removed a piece of paper from her leg and handed it to England. It had 'curse' written on the front of it.

"Dammit…." He turned to Scotland angrily. "What the fuck did you do?" Scotland held up his phone screen to England's face. England read the text and scowled. It was a recount of all the insults that America had said that England called his brothers….

That would explain the aggressive actions towards the blonde. "So what's your revenge?" He asked, knowing that it was coming.

"This text message, their revenge and yer reaction. Yer face was priceless." England glared at him and Scotland smirked evilly. "Ain't ye gonnae open tha'?"

England sighed. Ignoring curses was usually worse than the actual curse itself. He opened it cautiously and scowled heavily as a mini thunder storm swirled out of the letter and enveloped the space above his head. It began raining heavily. His own personal rain cloud... Great... England looked slightly demented as he glared, soaking wet, at his older brother who was grinning ear to ear.

"Dinnae be so dour." He joked. The red head was only getting wet from his elbow to his hand on the side that was handcuffed to England.

The blonde began trying to beat the air viciously above his head to disperse the rain shower but it only got stronger. England jolted as a mini weak bolt of lightning struck his hand. America was staring at it in amazement.

"Yer only making it angry." Scotland batted it away gently and it left easily. "See."

"Whoa dude! What was that? I bet it was aliens! Tonny has a machine that controls the weather! He wouldn't let me use it though after that tornado thingy happened….."

"Tonny?" America ignored him, already distracted with something else. England was busy trying to wring out his PJs so when they went back inside, he wouldn't trail water through his home.

Later that day and both brothers were on the edge of losing it. They had been stuck inside all day, beside each other and with America who insisted on watching cheesy American films about heroes, which he talked through so they couldn't even watch the film.

"So are you still going to the World meeting tomorrow?"

"Whit? There's a fucking meeting tomorrow?"

"Ugh! I had forgotten and it's in Frog's capital as well!"

"Geez! Let's jus' skip it."

"No. I have to represent our country or else America will suggest something stupid like alien proof buildings."

"Hey dude! Aliens are real! A lot more realer than your imaginary friends!"

"Fairies are real and use your grammar! You're a disgrace to the Queen's language!" England just about shouted. America snorted in disbelief and grinned.

"It's okay dude. You're just senile."

"Belt up!"

"Shut it! We're nae gonnae gah tah some damn world meeting!"

"We have to!"

"Nee! Jus' git Wales tah ga!"

"Whales? Where!"

"Gawd! He's a freakin' edjiit!"

"We are going to that meeting!" The two began to shout at each other for a while with America interjecting occasionally. After a while the two made a deal and turned on America.

"I'll bloody gah if blondie doesnae stay tha night agen!"

"Fine! America, can you go home please?"

"Awww… Come one Iggy. Just one more night!"

"Shoo ye bassa!"

"Just leave America!"

"But I want to stay." America pouted.

"GER OOT!"

The two weren't really angry at each other or even America who was making their lives more difficult at the moment, they were angry at the situation with the handcuffs. They could only cope being so close for so long until the tension became too much for them to handle. It was just unfortunate that America had been there to take their feelings.

Long story short, after yelling at the startled blonde who was unsure at why the British brother were so loud and angry, the two kicked him out. It was unfair for America but Scotland didn't care and England wouldn't feel guilty until later.

America laughed anyway. He found the whole thing funny and didn't mind being yelled at by England. It was common for him.

(A/N - I got a high demand for Fluff so I wrote a bunch of storys but I'm not going to publish them until I finish this story and this story is meant to be a humour story. I have writer's block on this story too so it feels like I'm having to force it out a little...

Eithne is very important by the way. Her importance will be revealed later but not in this story. Her name can Pictish, Irish or Gaelic.

Review please! There are only 3 chapters left for this story so hold on!)