DAY 7

"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!"

France flinched in fear and stood up. He turned to run but the two men had already caught up with him. They each had a hand on his each of his shoulders.

"Yer not going anae where withoot handing ova tha key!"

"Where is it you slimy frog?"

France gave out a rather girlish squeak when he talked. "Non! I do not know what tu are talking about!"

"Och, really?" He slammed France face first onto the table. He spoke quickly in a loud whisper that sounded like a hiss into France's ear. It was loud enough that the people closest could hear it clearly. "Jus' so ye ken, I haffnae slept tha last two nights and I'm feeling very, very angry. Now where is tha bloody key!"

England flinched a bit. His brother could be terrifying if he wanted to and he did.

"Non. I 'ave no id~"

"LIAR!" The red head yelled into his ear. He pushed France farther into the table so he gasped a little.

England placed his hand on France's head and pushed down on it so it was painfully flat on the table. "Give me the key, Frog!"

"Non! I 'av~"

Scotland rested his knee on France's back and grabbed his arms which were moving around in panic. He pulled them up in the opposite direction from the table.

"Hurry France oor I'll break yer spine." He spoke calmly now. France whimpered a bit and tried to sound innocent.

"Tu wouldn't break ton best friends spine, would tu mon amis?"

The red head smirked a little before pulling on the arms more. France gasped in pain and began screaming.

"NON! NON! NON! Don't break my back please!"

England lifted France's head roughly by his hair.

"Where is it!" He hissed.

Scotland and England weren't being careful or gentle with France. They didn't need to be. Immortal countries were built sturdy, even France.

"What handcuff keys?"

"Hah! We never said handcuffs keys, you bloody frog!"

"Ahhh!" France gave out a small scream.

It was now that Germany finally decided to intervene.

"Vhat are you doing doing?"

England tuned to him and calmly spoke. "We will only be a few more minutes old chap. If you will just allow us a little more time."

Germany glanced at France who was trying to escape but Scotland just pulled his arms more until it cracked loudly. He could tell that it would break if Scotland pulled anymore.

"Very vell." He nodded. "3 minutes or else!" He snapped the order.

Scotland nodded. "Hurry up France. 'Cause in three minutes, yer spine's gonnae be tied in a knot." France shook his head for no and seemed to be refusing to speak all together now. The brothers glanced at each other, thinking about how to speed things up.

Suddenly England leaned down and whispered. "Hey frog face…. You know women don't like men with wonky backs…"

France's eyes widened. Scotland did a wide smirk.

"Aye. Nae many lassies gah fer men with a crooked spine. Are ye fine with haffing nae moore sex." France gulped slightly.

"Five seconds France 'til I snap yer back."

"I thought I 'ad three minutes!"

"5"

"Seriously L'Ecosse. Tu are surely joking."

"4"

"Tu are kidding right! Right?"

"3"

"Angleterre! Stop ton frère!"

"2"

"The only thing I regret about this frog face, is the fact I'm not going to be the one to break you in two."

"1"

"I GIVE UP! IT'S IN MY POCKET! MY POCKET! I'M SORRY!"

The two British brothers grinned at each other.

France felt his arms become loose as the red head dropped them. However before he could sigh in relief, he was flipped onto his back. He felt two pairs of invading hands search through his pockets. They stopped suddenly and he looked up to his rival and best friend unlock the silver handcuffs. They smiled at each other.

"Braw lie."

"We wouldn't have gotten the key back if you didn't threaten him like that."

"Tu two are working together quite well now, non?"

The two glared at him. France gulped slightly.

"I was just saying that you deux must 'ave sorted out ton differences so this was a positive experience in the end so you should thank me."

The two stared at him for a while. Finally Scotland spoke while tapping England on the side of his head with his knuckle.

"Och aye. Cheers fer leaving meh strapped tae this eejit fer a week."

"Oi! What does that mean wanker?" England batted Scotland's hand away with a little more strength than what was necessary.

Scotland flicked England on the back of the head hard. "Who was tha git ta start this by clipping us together in tha first place!"

"I was drunk! That's something you should know well, you drunken bastard!" England pressed a finger into Scotland's chest as if emphasising a point.

"At least I can hold meh liquer, ye pansy! I seen wee lassies with a higher alcohol tolerance."

"Well, at lea~"

Before England could farther insult Scotland, Germany spoke up.

"Three minutes is up!"

The two looked in surprise at Germany, suddenly remembering that the rest of the world was still in the world. Scotland grabbed France, yanked him off his feet and carried him out of the door.

"I'm jus' taking him fer a 'friendly' talk. He'll be back in a minute."

He slammed the door on his way out, leaving every single country wondering what had just happened in only the last five minutes.

However outside in the hall way, Scotland had France pinned up against the wall.

"Don't hit moi!"

"Listen here France, ye dinnae want ta git hit? So yer gonnae pay back this last boggin' week by cooking all of me meals. Any problems?"

"Ah... Non, Non."

Scotland released France and stepped away to show that he was done hurting France…

for now…

"Gud… Why did ye take tha key?"

"I panicked and was worry that you would hurt me more."

"Now whit dee ye think?"

"Ummm… Zat was a bad idea?"

"Bravo… Now one last question…" France's ears perked up. "Why tha bloody heel did ye steal meh shoes and socks?"

"Oh…" France fidgeted a little. "I thought zat if tu didn't 'ave shoes and socks, tu wouldn't follow moi after tu woke up…."

Scotland stared at his friend blankly.

"Yer a eejit…"

"Oui…" They both sighed.

"Right, ye cann gah back now."

"Oui… Can I get a kiss better since tu were too rough?"

"Aye fine." France honestly looked surprised.

"Really?"

"Aye." Scotland suddenly head butted the blond, giving him a black eye.

"OW!"

"One Glasgow kiss. How are ye feeling now?"

"Ow…." Scotland smirked a little before France managed to steal his lips. The kiss lasted a long time and when France backed away, his bottom lip was bleeding.

"L'Ecosse! Tu bit me!"

"Weel, ye stole me shoes." France grinned happily.

"Can we do zat again?"

"Nee and remember yer cooking me meals fer meh."

"Oui, oui. I to return to the meeting now."

"See ya." Scotland left quickly. France watched his friend leave with a smirk. He hadn't been beaten up like he thought he would be.

"Maybe L'Ecosse enjoyed this time with his frère more than he would admit. Ohonhonhonhon."

France re-entered the room, grinning from ear to ear. The meeting returned to mostly normal with England back in his place and Wales… Actually no one paid much attention to Wales so no one was sure where he went…

(A/N – IT IS FINISHED! FINISHED! FINISHED! FINISHED! Horrah! Thank you for being so, so, so patient!

As promised, now that this story is done I will post the next story.

And I will finish Story 8! Maybe not soon but eventually!

Glasgow kiss – a head butt from your forehead to the victim's nose area. (Only Scottish people could take a kiss and make it violent.)

This is done. If you have any questions, just ask.

Review as well please.)