The Rare and Unusual Red Head
Russia rarely saw the country.
Most people didn't.
When he did appear, he would soon disappear but every second that he was there, he was somehow the centre of attention.
Not in the obnoxious way like that idiot America was who always called him a 'commie' despite the blonde not knowing what communism is and that Russia hadn't been one since 1991.
Even at the world meeting where every country was obliged to go to, he rarely was there. He only appeared once, maybe twice a year.
Russia was curious about the country.
He was unique. His blood red hair was unusual and even though he seemed somehow related to that bossy England, he was completely different from him.
He looked forward to his visits. Sometimes he was by his self, sometimes he had an auburn man who looked like another country that came to the meetings and/or a blonde who was easily mistaken for England. These doppelgangers were interesting but not as interesting as him.
His visits always brought drama and chaos to an otherwise boring and pointless meeting. His visits have been increasing recently too. So far this year, he had visited a total of 3 times this year. The most amount of times he had seen him visit in a short time.
The first time this year, it seemed like he was forcefully dragged along by England. They had argued and yelled at each other a lot. His knuckle had been in a brace at the time and it was also the time when America had a broken nose too.
Russia smiled every time he thought of America being beaten up like that with an ugly nose cast and black eyes.
The red head even had the guts to publically brag over the microphone at the meeting that he had beaten up America while making it sound like an apology so that no one could complain or start a war. America and he obviously didn't like each other.
The second time was to pick up France, Spain and Prussia for what sounded like the beginning of what was going to be a wild drinking contest. He seemed to be particularly close friends with France. Any time he wasn't with England, he was with France. He had no idea why though.
The third time was only last week at the three day conference in Paris when both England and the red head arrived, handcuffed together on the first day. They didn't show up on the second day. On the last day however, they suddenly burst in and proceeded to try and strangle France for the key. Apparently he had it the entire time.
After he got the key, the redhead picked up the perverted blonde and took him outside for a 'friendly' talk. The French man returned with a bleeding bottom lip and a black eye. He was grinning though.
Today was his fourth visit and the most unexpected. Usually he came at the start or the end of the meeting and once or twice during the breaks. However, today he burst in half way through England's report on his country's recession.
The blonde didn't have time to react before he was rugby tackled from the side, knocking both nations to the ground. The red head stood up seconds later with the English man balanced on one of his shoulders.
"Got him, Wales!" The startled man blonde began struggling as the blonde and auburn men entered.
"Scotland… I told ye ta be subtle…" The blonde was quiet but evidently annoyed as he scolded the red head.
He just grinned cheekily in reply. "Fer me this is subtle."
The auburn had abandoned both men to hug the other auburn country on the other end of the room, who had stood up in shock at seeing England attacked like that. They looked very similar and it was obvious they were brothers if not twins.
"Ireland! Foos yer doos!"
"NORTH IRELAND! GER OOF! WE ARE IN A MEETING!" He yelled angrily.
Russia didn't really know Ireland all that well. He came to all the meetings, so evidently was an independent country. He always remained at the back of the room, hiding from or avoiding England. He always looked angry and seemed to have a terrible temper. He assumed that they were merely enemies who hated each other or something but now that he looked closely at the angry auburn country, he resembled England too.
So did the cheery, loud auburn hugging him against his will. The red head called over to them.
"North Ireland! Let go of him! We got what we came fer!" North Ireland released him and ran back over excitably to him in obedience.
England's sense had finally caught up with what was going on.
"S-S-Scotland! What the hell are you doing, you fucking wanker!"
"Mind yer coorse language." He struggled more.
"Let go!" His cries and struggles were ignored.
"Wales, ye git it from here?" The blonde, apparently called Wales, nodded. He took England's previous place at the podium. America stood up.
"Wait Dude! Ya just can't kidnap England!"
"Pfft! I'm just burrowing him…" He replied rudely and coldly to the American. The red head exited with North Ireland following him and England slung over his shoulder. The red head was only in the room for a matter of minutes but already the room was in noisy chaos.
America tried to follow them but was stopped by France and Canada. Germany stood up, determined to settle the chaos.
"CALM DOWN!" He turned angrily to Wales.
"Your bruder better have a gut reason for disturbing this vorld meeting!" Wales spoke into the microphone.
"Aye. He doos….I'm sorry 'boot this but I will be taking me wee brother's place fer now…"
"Are you even qualified?" questioned Germany. Wales sighed gently.
"Actually I hav' taken my brother's place many times befoore…." Germany raised an eyebrow sceptically. He obviously didn't believe the blonde. Wales opened England's notebook and began listing dates. Germany was checking his notes.
"These are all dates vhen England has been quiet and vell-behaved?…." Wales nodded.
"I tried ta tell ye but ye just ignored me and mistook me fer England… It really is very annoying…" Germany wrote something down and nodded.
"Very vell. You may continue in your bruder's place, ja."
"Thanks…"
Wales went on continuing the report on the recession in the UK. Part way through, Russia began to forget that this was not England. He just looked too similar. It was only his accent and quiet personality and voice which defined him from the fussy English 'gentleman'.
He waited impatiently for the end of the meeting. He was determined to properly meet the redhead. He could already see himself being close friends with him if he hated both England and America.
(A/N - Mainly from Russia's point of view. He calls him the red head throughout the whole chapter because he doesn't know Scotland's name. Though Wales and England mention his name, he doesn't actually know if that is his real name or not.
Wales takes England's place when England is unable to go to a meeting due to illness or work or personal business. Unfortunatly no one really notices...
I managed to mention previous stories in this chapter so some of my stories do link in with each other.
Translation Station!
German -
Bruder - brother
gut - good
ja - yes
The German accent is fun to attempt to duplicate!
Does anyone want me to relist the Scottish accent translations? Are you still understanding him? Just say so and I will put them all down again.
Review! This was just as fun as the last story to write! I loved it.)