DAY 5
The day started with a bang…
then a crunch….
then a splat…
To be more precise, the day started with England's car's engine flying 6 feet into the air before landing on its roof, setting the air bags off which were filled with chocolate syrup. Obviously this was not a normal or regular thing for his car or him.
Or anyone really….
England had forgotten that the older Irish man had been sabotaging his car the previous day so almost fainted when the engine nearly crushed him. The sudden explosion of mysterious, brown sticky stuff coating the inside of his car only made his shock worst.
It took one red head, holding his up so he didn't flop to the ground in despair, to remind him that they had to go to a meeting today so they didn't have time to fix the car or attack Ireland. The fae had been kind enough to make England's garden look mostly normal again by re-growing the grass and some of the flower beds too.
Luckily, they managed to catch a train to Paris and his brother didn't bother talking to him much, except to mock him for his car's misfortune, preferring to ignore the blonde. He was happy that Scotland kept to his promise about going to the world meeting though it soon ended badly.
It took exactly a total of eight minutes 51 seconds, a suspicious American, one incestuous kiss, a misfired punch and Italy crying to get them both kicked out of the meeting.
Shortly after arriving and explaining their problem a couple dozen times, America jumped up to them.
"Hey dudes! You still handcuffed?"
"Whit dee ye think?" America laughed.
"How did you two get stuck like this, aru?" China questioned.
America stopped suddenly. He knew that they were handcuffed together but he never thought about how it happened. His phone call with England earlier flashed through his mind along with his earlier assumption. His head snapped to Scotland and he glared intensely at the red head.
Scotland raised an eyebrow at the reaction. He smirked when he remembered the start of America's visit and his false presumptions about the two. He hated meetings and rather have fun manipulating the blonde so a plan to exploit America's jealousy.
England began his explanation of how they actually had little memory of the event. "Actually, we don'~ Ah!" He gave a rather high squeak when the red head suddenly blew gently in his ear.
"Scotland! What a~" He froze when he felt a gentle whisper.
"Play along…" Scotland glanced at America before looking at China. He smirked. "Whit dee ye think?" He then winked at America who suddenly turned red face.
England shook his head in disbelief. His brother was suggesting that he… with England… using handcuffs… He was never going to live this down!
Scotland pointed to a bruise on England's neck from one of their previous physical fights, earlier in the week. "See. A hickey."
"America! This is not what it look li~!"
Several gasps, whistles, fangirl screams, camera flashes and 'wow's went off as Scotland pressed his lips quickly to England's.
It was a very chaste peck that barely lasted a second. Many were not even sure if their lips touched at all. (A/N - They did by the way…)
England was completely crimson and froze in shock. Everyone was staring at England, waiting for a reaction but nothing happened. France leaned over and waved a hand in front of his eyes.
"I think tu broke 'im, L'Ecosse…" He whispered. "Did tu know 'e would act like zis?"
"Nee… I expected him to yell or sumthing…"
"Moi too."
"It was only an old bruise and a wee joke kis~"
Scotland ducked suddenly, pulling France down too, so they both avoided a furious punch from America.
"I KNEW IT, DUDE! You totally took advantage of your own brother!"
The punch may have missed the red head but a certain Italian was just standing behind them. America tried to pull the fist back but it still tapped Italy's arm ever so slightly. The brown haired man suddenly screamed and gripped his arm, totally over-reacting.
"GERMANY! GERMANY! HELP ME!~ OH GERMANY"
"Oh crap…"
"Shite…"
"Ballocks…"
Eight minutes 51 seconds was all it took for them to be kicked out.
America wasn't kicked out though due to the fact, he was the only one who could represent the USA but since Wales could replace the brothers…
"I can't believe you did that!"
"Why? It jus' happened."
"You fucking wanker! Wanker! Wanker! WANKER!"
"Ye sound like a wee brat so shut it and grow up."
"YOU BLOODY KISSED ME YOU GIT!"
"I ken." Scotland sounded calm.
"Why must you always try to harass me?" England moaned loudly.
"Actually I was trying tae 'harass' the wee bampot bairn by makin' him jealous. Ye just git in tha way."
"I can't believe my brother kissed me…"
"It was a quick peck, ye gurne. Git ova it!" Scotland snapped.
"Now everyone will think we are some sort of kinky incestuous sex freaks! I mean look at the bloody handcuffs! They scream sex accident!" Scotland remained silent, examining the silver chain.
"Scotland? Are you listening to me?"
"Aye… Did ye see tha bampot's face? He's really jealous." He sounded slightly smug but a little pissed off too.
"Sorry! I was too busy being in shock!"
"Yer over-reacting."
"You'r under-reacting! Stop sounding so bloody calm! God I just want to die!"
"That would fix tha handcuff problem." The red head mused out loud, like he was really thinking about it.
"Scotland!" England sounded exasperated. "This is completely your fault! Now we have to sit in this room, until the meeting is finished and they unlock the fucking door!"
"I wasnae the one who stole magical handcuffs then strapped mehself tae me brother."
"How do you know it was me?"
"Wasnae meh."
"You don't know that! You have no memory either!"
"I'm nae this stupid."
"UGH!"
"Ye ken, we could jus' break doon tha door."
"NO! We are in enough trouble already!"
"Fair enuff."
There was a silence. England had the urge to pace but was confined by the length of the chain. Scotland was just sitting in a chair, leaning his chin on his free hand. England was standing by a chair but choosing not to sit down. He let out a heavy breath.
"At least it can't get worst…" Scotland was suddenly glaring at him. England flinched at the sudden intensity of the emotion.
"Neva say 'At least it cannae git worst'… It's always gits worst afta tha'!" He snapped. England scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"That's just an old supersti~"
There as a loud crack and suddenly a tall man was standing in front of them. A Seelie Fairy.
The meeting had mainly continued as normal. As normal a group of arguing full grown immortal countries plus Prussia could be. However a loud crack from one room over distracted the meeting.
It had come from the room that Scotland and England had just been confined to, to work out their differences and kept Scotland away from England. Germany went to check up on them. You know – just in case…
The door was intact, as was the lock, and so was the entire inside of the room and the only window. In fact everything was in place in the room apart from two things. The brothers.
"Told ye! I fuckin' told ye!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Yer sorry? YER BLOODY SORRY?"
The two were still handcuffed and locked in a room. Unfortunately it was a different room. Even more unfortunate though was the fact they weren't even on 'Earth' any more. They were in a strange place barely connected to the mortal realm. This place was called to humans 'Fairy World' but currently Scotland and England were calling it 'Hell'.
"I told ye! It's bloody bad luck tae say 'At least it cannae git worst.'!"
"Do you know why we were court summoned?"
Scotland tilted his head to the side in mock confusion and pulled out a mocking sarcastic tone. "Hmmm…. I dinnae ken…. Maybe it's tha pair of stolen handcuffs that we're wearing!"
"Well… You don't have to be so rude."
Scotland glared down at him murderously and looked like he was just about to take a step forward to punch him when light flooded the room from the door way. The same tall man who had delivered the invitation and opened a door to the strange and legendary Fairy World them here from their previous room stood in the door way. He had a serious face.
"Queen Gyre Carlin wishes to see you both now."
(A/N – Someone (I can't remember who so I'm sorry!) requested a kiss. Between Scotland and England. Although I do like the pairing, this is meant to be a more brotherly fanfic. So the kiss was minor.
I'm not sure if incest is an M but this is just on the border of incest so I say it doesn't count. It was just a peck.
I know Scotland might seem a little OOC but that's mainly because he is acting. He's hinting at something M rated between him and England.
On another note, he doesn't see or even think of England in that what so ever. He only sees him as a little brother. (I think the ScoEng pairing is slightly crack because it's incest but I quite like it along with the ScoFra. In my head canon, he tops in both. Scotland is the only person that France has ever let topped him. Though he does try to top Scotland, it never works…)
They were both wearing iron and steel so they were not kidnapped or spirited away. They were given a choice to go or not. Unfortunately it was an invitation from the Queen so it would have been unwise not to accept the offer. They entered at their own free will, knowing the consequences.
Another fun fact – Scotland has to always wear his ear rings. Because his body is super fast at healing if he takes out his ear ring for more than a few hours, the hole closes up. He keeps having to get them re-pierced. The number of holes therefore keep changing. He only had one piercing on his left ear before the drinking game with the Bad Touch Trio but then he had two. About a year ago, before the drinking game, he had three earrings on that ear and two on the other. Two years before that he had none on his left ear.
He always has at least one pierced on the right. Only the pierced hole on the right doesn't close up but that one is special… (will explain later but it is the same reason why the scars on his back don't heal – Wounds inflicted on a country's physical human body heal quickly, Wounds inflicted on their culture or land can leave a scar.)
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