Meeting the Red He~ I mean Scotland!

As the meeting ended, the red head returned with a pissed off England and a cigarette in his mouth. He was still being carried over his shoulder but now his hands and mouth were bound by silver duck tape. He was kicking violently and trying to scream so much he had gone red in the face.

The auburn man was not here this time.

"Hey Wales. How was tha' meetin'?" The blonde stood up, smiling very rarely seemed to change his expression.

"Nae ta bad..." The red head lifted England off of his shoulders and placed him in a chair.

He grabbed the duck tape. He smiled a little before ripping it off harshly and quickly.

"ARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH! FUCK!"

"If ye keep howlin' like tha', I'm just gonnae stick it back on."

That shut the blonde up quickly. He glared angrily with a near murderous glare and tears brimming at the edge of his eyes. He had a bright red rectangle across his mouth.

The red head grinned back, obviously enjoying his brother's rage and pain. Russia decided to watch curiously what the man did for a while.

First France sneaked up behind him and slapped his on his ass. He grabbed the French man's arm and gave it a hard squeeze with the hand without the cigarette. The blonde yelped in pain and England laughed at him.

He released the French man's hand easily though. France whined a little and he received a hard pat on the back.

France then said something and they both burst into laughter while England shouted at them again but with a heavy blush.

America, who had been distracted by Japan, heard this and made his way over in a huff. He said something, probably along the lines of heroism and justice. The red head said something in return, leaning on France who looked caught between a grin, a pout and a tired sigh. America puffed out his chest.

The teenage country was almost impossible to agitate but this red head seemed to do it in a few sentences. The red head looked irritated though now. He was probably going to go soon.

Russia stood up quickly. He had decided to talk to the man himself.

"Hello there, da." He smiled widely as he towered over the group. The red head turned around to look at him. He scanned the full height and scale of the massive Russian as he took a deep breath on his cigarette.

He raised his eyebrows in slight surprise and Russia smiled a little wider. He was obviously not used to being shorter than someone.

He noticed the red head scan him scrupulously; his eyes looked over the tall person, taking in every detail of the man. It could easily be mistaken as simple curiosity to other people, but the look in his eyes was tough and thinking.

He guessed that the man was searching for all strengths and weaknesses, strategising. It was a natural instinct for an experienced fighter, to size up any new person or to check for threats. Despite how the red head acted, Russia knew that the man was probably a lot smarter and slyer than he lets on.

The examination only lasted a couple of seconds before the man was satisfied with the information he had collected. He smiled friendlily but there was a slight air of caution around him.

"Hello." He didn't offer his hand or his name, being subtly wary and cautious.

England had paled noticeably when the Russian appeared and was struggling to get free of his bonds more now.

America ignored Russia, preferring to glare at the red head instead.

The smoking man kept his eye on the Russian while managing to remain completely in the conversation with France and America. He was skilled at hiding his intelligence but America had not missed that pause that he took to analyse Russia before replying.

"Dude. Why do you always look people over? It's way creepy!" The red head smirked at America before purposely turning his head like it was not worth while answering or looking at America. The blonde returned with a glare. He really was simple minded and straight forward.

"You was seeking, da? For my weaknesses?" The red head turned back to Russia a little quicker than normal but his face was calm. England on the other hand, paused in his struggling to jump in surprise.

"Weaknesses?" He turned and looked suspiciously at his older brother suddenly.

"Aye." He admitted and took another puff of his near done cigarette. "It's a habit."

"A sign of a fighter, da." The red head nodded; keeping his eyes on the Russian's every move.

"Nae many ken that and fewer notice." He sounded like a mixture between impressed, annoyed and amazed.

Russia smiled more. He had caught the red head's attention successfully.

He was curious what the shorter man had learned from his brief scan though he doubted the cautious man would say. "What did you learn about me, da?"

The red head paused and thought before breaking back into a smile. It was a smile similar to Russia's, slightly sadistic.

"Hmm… Ye have high height and a large structure which means that yer certainly strong muscle wise. The way you move suggests that yer fair fast for yer size but have a low centre of balance. Your legs are yer weak points. If I were ta end up in a fight with ye, I would aim fer the knees and trip ye up. Ya have a lot of build up power but yer fighting style probably requires a lot of movement. Ye wonnae be able to fight once doon. Yer strong defensive points would be yer long arms and large torso. Another weak point would be yer back due to yer low balance. It's tha' same as yer legs. I bet yer tha' type to use wide, powerful swings. Easily dodged though but if ye did get a hit, it would hurt like hell. You could use yer fists but I bet ye favour a weapon. Something long like a club oor a bat oor a stick. Clearly an experienced fighter."

He stopped and snubbed out his cigarette in a random coffee cup on the table as everyone just gaped at his long speech. It was impressive but daring.

"Isnnae tha' right?"

"Da. Is that all you learned?"

"Nee. Tha's just tha basics."

"And why did you tell me this information you managed to collect?" He had expected the man to be secretive and refuse to give up the precious knowledge he knew and gained by merely observing. It would be valuable in a fight.

He smirked before turning his entire body to face the Russian for the first time. He stood up straight, tall and confident despite having to look up to Russia. He was utterly fearless.

"Confidence." Russia nodded in understanding.

By revealing he knew Russia's strengths and weakness, he dented Russia's confidence while at the same time, he was saying that he could win even if Russia knew how the Scotsman was going to fight. What a strong mental attack Russia though excitably. He was clearly an intelligent strategist.

"Scotland! You are not going to start a bloody fight!" The man shrugged.

"It's precautionary. I wasnae planning a fight or a war." He pulled out another cigarette and lit it expertly. England glared at him.

"I would prefer him as a friend anyway." Russia beamed.

The red head was better than he thought. He was smart, brave and a good fighter but not a fool to jump into a pointless fight. He wasn't afraid of the tall Russian either. He may be a little unpredictable and his personality was hard to identify; like one minute he was cautious, the next sadistic, the next confident, the next completely uninterested or bored; but that only made him more interesting.

The bonus was that he was England's brother and it would anger the short blonde so he wanted him all the more. It would be a waste not to collect the red head.

America suddenly interrupted Russia's thoughts. "That was so cool! How did you do that?"

"By using me brain and me eyes ye ninny."

America ignored the insult, clearly more interested by the red head's ability to see weaknesses and strength.

"Do me now! I am super, aren't I?" He rolled his eyes.

"I already fought ye." America just continued pestering him though. Russia felt like punching the blonde, just to shut him up and he began making 'KolKolKolKol' noises without realising it.

The smoking man glanced at Russia warily before turning to America.

"Yer childish, yer a spoilt bairn, yer a muscle head with nae experience, the only thing ye canne do in a fight is swing yer fists randomly and if it wasnae fer yer large strength, ye wouldnae have anything positive aboot ye!" He raised his voice a bit towards the end in annoyance at America.

"Scotland!" England scolded him loudly. "You can't go around insulting countries as you please! Now untie me!"

"Och aye. I near fergot…. My wee broth is another one of yer many, many weaknesses. Any moore questions?" America shook his head before nodding.

"Wait! What about France?"

"A bloody coward with nae back bone."

"Tu wound me L'Ecosse!" France said with an over exaggerating voice, wrapping his arms around the red head's neck playfully. The red head grinned at him. The two were definitely good friends.

England wiggled again, trying to slip out of the duck tape.

"Untie me!" The red head ignored England and looked up at Russia.

"What's yer name? I dinnae catch it."

"Russia, da."

"Scotland. Ye met me wee brother England and seen me brother Ireland at the other meetings." He pointed to the auburn who was talking with Wales. He usually left straight away at the end of the meeting but he stayed to talk with his younger brother. "Tha's Wales beside him and the big mooth that was with me earlier was North Ireland."

"Scotland." Russia nodded, committing the name to memory. The family was surprisingly large. He had two sisters but this man had a total of 4 brothers and if you counted England's colonies and Sealand, the list only grew larger.

Scotland unhitched France from around him. He held his hand out to the beige haired man who took it and shook it. It seemed like Scotland had decided that Russia was trustworthy enough to extend a hand to.

"What are ye doing Scotland?" England snapped at him. Scotland looked at him coldly. He released Russia's hand.

"You are not to go near him! Russia, stay away from my brother!" Russia smiled sweetly at England but he had an evil purple aura around him.

"Hmmm?" He was so close to becoming friends with the red hea~ I mean Scotland. He was not about to be stopped by his interfering brother. England shuddered at the sight.

Russia turned to Scotland; he hoped the red head was like the so called 'gentleman' with beer. If he got him drunk, it would be easy to carry him off.

"Would you like to go drinking with me, da?"

"I bet ye are a braw drinker with yer size…. Aye. Why not? I fancy a gud dram anaeway."

"No!" Scotland turned to England and raised a thick eyebrow.

"Aye?"

"I said no! Scotland, that is Russia!"

"Aye, I ken. He just gave me his name, ye edjit." England stammered, fully aware Russia staring angrily at him.

"T-that's not what I meant! You are not allowed to go drinking with Russia! I forbid you!"

"Ye forbid me?" Scotland stood up in front of England, towering over the man that was tied up but no one had bothered freeing him. England gulped and his voice shook but continued.

"I s-said no. You cannot go drinking with Russia." Scotland looked angry all of a sudden. The mood change was fast and drastic. France touched his shoulder.

"L'Ecosse…" He said in a low, warning voice.

Scotland continued glaring down at England for a moment who squirmed uncomfortably. He finally looked away annoyed with a loud 'Tch!'.

The blonde didn't want to endure his brother's anger but he had seen how Russia looked at Scotland whenever he came here. It was clear he was interested in him and he wanted to avoid that. Russia had a habit of trying to collect countries. He was sure that his brother would put up a fight if Russia tried to use force but if Russia tempted him with alcohol…

He was also sure that his brother might simply go drinking with the Russian for spiting the blonde but he had no other idea of how to deal with his brother. If only Scotland knew that he was trying to protect him!

Russia giggled gleefully to himself though. The red head had a fiery temper to match his hair colour. Clearly a passionate man with strong emotions. Another reason to go after him.

Wales came up behind Scotland.

"Scotland… I wannae go home soon… Me sheep will need a shearing today..." Scotland nodded stiffly before breaking out into a grin.

"Aye. Come on then. Betta ger on tha rood befoor Ireland or else weel be in truble." Ireland, who had been by the door, waiting for them, heard that and yelled at him.

"I heard tha'! Ye bloody wanker! Yer lucky I donnae ram inta tha back of tha car!"

"Like ye could catch me!"

"...Scotland… we did drive here in me car…"

"Och. Aye. Sorry er fergettin'. Nae ramming Wales's car, Ireland!"

"Aye! Fine!"

The three disappeared through the door. England watched them go.

"America. Can you get this stupid duck tape off of me?"

America nodded and ripped the duck tape easily. England rubbed his raw wrists in relief before glaring at Russia who was still staring at the door, disappointed.

At least he managed to talk to the red he~ Scotland. He could just wait until next time… but how long would that take? He could go see him. They had been introduced to each other properly now so he could easily go visit him. England distracted him.

"Russia. I want you to stay away from all of my brothers! Especially Scotland!..."

Russia turned and grinned at him. "Da! I will." He walked off, taking long purposeful steps.

England stared at his back. He had a feeling Russia was lying.

"Ballocks…."

"Angleterre?..."

"Frogface. I want you to make sure Russia goes nowhere near Scotland!" He ordered. France looked confused. He hated receiving orders from England but England sounded worried and it was about Scotland.

"Oui… but why?"

"I have a feeling Russia wants something from my bloody older brother…" France glanced at the door.

America snorted. "Yeah right dude! What would that commie want from Scotland?"

England sighed. "I don't know…. I just have a feeling…"

(A/N - You like, da? Still mainly from Russia's point of view.

Well Review and say so! And thanks to those who have reviewed before!

Before Scotland says his name Russia, calls him red head but when Scotland says his name, he begins to call him Scotland. Clever huh?

Russian translation (even though there is only one and practically everyone knows it.)

Da - Yes!

I'll mainly work on Story 7 but I will do this at the same time.)