Give me a reason.

"God… What bloody hit me?" He rubbed the back of his head. He had a horrible headache. It was very painful like a hangover but without the dizziness and destressingly loud sounds. He couldn't remember drinking though…

The room was dark and he was in an unfamiliar place. It was still night time.

"Shhh… L'Ecosse did but he'z ztill asleep." The voice whispered at him.

"Nae anymoore." The person sounded gruff and annoyed but alsowas whispering.

"Oh! L'Ecosse!"

"Git oot of meh bed!" They were both speaking in whispers so England had to concentrate to hear them. There was a shuffling noise and a squeak followed by a thud.

"Ow!"

"Fucking hell France!"

"L'Ecosse! Shhh… Your tall Russian friend iz ztill asleep… Conzidering tu knocked him out."

"Really? Cannae remember tha'…"

"Oui." There were more noises as the two moved around. England caught a bright flash of green in the blackness. Scotland's eyes. He thought it was creep, how they seemed to glow like that...

"France. Watch oot. Yer gonnae walk intae a bed."

"Euh. Zat ability to see in the dark is très strange."

"Wotch it. I could jus' let ye walk intah a wall."

"Désolé." There were footsteps and a stream of light as the door opened and he saw the two silhouettes.

"Gawd. I'm still covered in blood."

"Oui. How did zat happen anyway?"

"I hammered some wee mannie and he bled ova meh. Then I turned meh back and he stabbed meh." France sounded alarmed.

"Quoi?"

"Dinnae sound so worried. It was shallow and it healed quickly enuff."

"But tu were sta~" The sentence was cut off as the door closed, shutting England inside in the strange bed and a sore head.

Later (after the sun had actually risen)...

Russia woke up the next day, in a strange room. It was plain, simple, a light green and reminded him of a cheap hotel. What had happened yesterday? He remembered drinking with the redhead then his brother showed up then….

He thought hard but he just couldn't remember what had happened after that. He looked around. It was a fairly large room. It had four single beds in different corners. One bed was very neat like someone had made it carefully, one was a complete mess and the last one was somewhere in the middle, like someone had just got up but was planning to neaten it later.

A short blonde emerged in a suit from what he guessed to be the bathroom. He straightened his tie before glancing at Russia. He scowled.

Russia glared back with a wide creepy smile. The tension between England and Russia was huge as they stared at each other, weighing each other's strengths. The atmosphere in the room was near murderous when the door opened.

Scotland and France stood there. The horrible atmosphere was obvious. "Wrong room." Scotland said before shutting the door. England was right by the door though so he yanked it open violently and yelled before the red head could leave.

"Scotland! Get in here!" The red head sighed huffily before walking in moodily. England noticed that he was wearing clean clothes now. France tried to turn around and escape but he found the collar to his designer silk shirt being held.

"Oh no ye dinnae, Francis. Yer stayin' with meh."

"But L'Ecosse!" France said panicked, glancing at Russia who was coated in a thick dark purple haze and his infamous 'kolkolkolkolkol'. Scotland leaned into his ear.

"Yer making England look braver and stronger than ye…." France paused before gulping and standing anxiously behind his friend. England had to give his brother credit; he was a lot more manipulative than he let on. Russia noticed this too.

The two arguing countries were suddenly on either side of the reason for the conflict.

"Scotland! Tell this bloody Russian that you are part of Britain!"

"Nyet! You are part of Russia now!"

"Bloody wanker! Belt up! He's nowhere near Russia!"

"America was further away, da."

"That was different, git!"

Scotland sighed, obviously annoyed.

"He is Russia's, da."

"Britain's!"

"Russia's!"

"Britain's!"

"Russia's!"

"Britain's!"

"Scotland's."

England jolted in surprised as Scotland suddenly joined in and Russia tilted his head slightly. Both countries stared at him a moment.

"Finally ye shutted up. Ye both sound like wee bairns. Nae surprise fer Iggy but fer Russia, I'mma a tad surprised."

Scotland pulled out a cigarette and chewed on it thoughtfully. Smoking was illegal in public places but it still annoyed the blonde that he had the habit of taking out a cigarette anyway, even if he never lit it. England looked irritated. Russia was smiling at Scotland in a creepy way.

"Scotland. You have to tell Russia that you belong to the UK."

"Nyet. Scotland tell him that you belong to Russia, da." Scotland scanned them both, thinking.

He could be clever and manipulative when he wanted to be, he wasn't just booze, violence and smoking. Magic required brains, so did fighting and gambling. France grimaced slightly at this look. Scotland may be smart but he still sometimes acted on impulse at times. If he got an idea he liked and thought could work, he would use it instantly.

"Hmmm…" He hummed slightly in thought, already having a plan. "Sorry Ivan but I dah haffa Treaty of Union with me wee broth…." England smiled in triumph.

"Hah!" Russia pouted, looking down-casted at his shoes.

"But~" Russia looked up hopefully. But? But what! England looked the exact opposite. "I canne always become independent."

England's mouth fell open before snapping shut. "You can't!" He blurted it out.

"Why?"

"Because…. Because…" England floundered around for a reason, any reason, for his brother not up and leaving WITH RUSSIA!

"Because of the treaty!"

"A public vote will nullify tha'."

"Because your economy will collapse!"

"Me economy is fairing betta than yers. Me government canne cope with independency plus we're tha ones with tha oil tha's supporting a grand bob of tha country's economy."

"Our boss wouldn't let you!"

"He wonnae be 'oor' boss afta I leave." Scotland sounded smug as England grew more and more desperate. England looked around the room frantically as if that would help him think of reason for Scotland not to go. Scotland leaned into his brother, very close to the blonde's ear so his breath tickled it.

"All yer doing is giving meh half assed reasons fer why I shouldn't gah… Try giving meh a good reason to stay insteed…" It sounded a little suggestive. England blushed slightly. The redhead straightened his back and stood tall and confident.

"Weel? Can ye dah tha'?"

"Do what?"

"Give meh a reason ta stay and I will. Ye git ta tahnight then I'mma declaring independency." His smile was sadistic and challenging.

"Just one reason?"

"Aye but cut tha half assed crap. If I donnae like it then I wonnae accept it." England nodded with a smile. This was going to be easy. Only one reason and he will have beaten Russia and his attempts at taking his brother.

France looked very worried though. He whispered into the redhead's ear.

"Tu sure zis iz wize, L'Ecosse? Tu are making a grande gamble…." Scotland smiled slyly.

"Aye. Wannae place a bet on tha outcome?" France rolled his eyes.

"L'Ecosse…." He said sternly.

"Come on France. It'll be intaresting tah see how he will act." France sighed dramatically. His friend was taking this unnecessary risk on a whim. England had been looking thoughtful the entire time, ignoring Scotland and France's private conversation.

Russia had been staring happily at Scotland the entire time. The brothers obviously didn't get along at all. Whatever poor excuse England tries to give will surely be ignored. He only had to wait until tonight then his precious red head will belong to him forever.

England had thought for a while and finally spoke. "You shouldn't leave because our countries are joined via land." Scotland rolled his eyes. He looked disappointed and slightly pissed off. He gave the thumbs down sign and made the negative game show noise.

"Et Euhh! Nae gud enuff. Try agen!" England snorted.

"And why the bloody hell not?"

"If whit ye say is true then all gathered land masses would be unda a single ruler. Try agen." England crossed his arms annoyed. It was his default setting. Scotland looked like he was thinking again.

"Hey Russia. Wannae gah oot somewhere? Maybe fer a drink later? France ye canne come tah."

"Da!"

"Quoi?" "What?"

France and England glared at each other for speaking at the same time before glaring at Scotland. France pulled Scotland away who was bemused at their reactions.

"Tu es fou? On ne va pas boire avec la Russie! Pourquoi voudriez-vous suggèrent même que? C'est si stupide!"

France had slipped back into his native tongue at the shock of the sudden proposal. It was horrible enough that his best friend had decided to gamble his freedom on an impulse but now he was tempting the disaster openly. And inviting France with him!

"Ouais, je suis un peu fou et ouion va pour boire un verre de petits avec la Russie. Écoutez la France. L'Angleterre est évidemment pas de l'obtenir sans une petite aide. Il est épaisse au crâne et inutile quand il s'agit de choses comme ça. Cela aidera ... probablement ..." Scotland replied fluently in French, his accent acted differently when he spoke French.

Being in the Auld Alliance had forced him to learn French since he didn't know English at the time and France was too proud to learn Gaelic. France had only ever learned French and English because he loved his language too much and he wanted to insult England in English. Strangely enough England didn't bother learning French out of a hatred for France...

It was an unusual arrangement but no one really cared as long as they could understand each other most of the time.

'But you are the same!' France thought back angrily. England spoke up annoyed.

"Don't speak French around me Frogface! I don't understand your stupid language!" Normally he would reprimand Scotland as well but that would only make the situation worse in his mind.

They both ignored him but slipped back into English naturally. They had a habit of diving in and out of English and French when talking since one of them is France's native language and only other language France knew and they are both fluent second languages for Scotland. It came easily to them both.

"Come on France. What's tha worse tha'll happen."

"You get taken to la Russie and I never see tu again." He replied sulkily and annoyed. Scotland smiled cockily and quoted the famous French saying.

"C'est la vie." France scowled.

His best friend was obviously not taking this seriously. He knew the red head was betting on England coming up with a decent enough reason for him to stay before night time but he was also pressuring the blonde needlessly by going drinking with Russia again, so soon after they had found him on the verge of passing out, drunk and covered in blood in Russia's arms.

He was stacking the odds against himself. Mocking the fates for fun and to see England struggle for some reason that France could only guess at. It was stupid and pointless and needlessly dangerous. What will happen if England fails? For once, he was actually wishing for his rival to win. He was annoyed too for thinking that. Scotland headed for the door, with his arm around France's shoulder, steering him.

"We're leaving England. Ye git 'til sun set to tell me why I must stay befoore I call meh boss and become independent."

"Wait! I'm coming too!" Scotland smiled that strange sadistic smile as he flicked his brother very hard in the forehead.

"Nae. Ye cannae think of a reason fer meh staying if yer drunk tah." Scotland left quickly followed by Russia with an unwilling France and slammed the hotel door on the Englishman. He was left alone in the small hotel room. England panicked.

How was he meant to think of any good reasons for Scotland not going when he was so damn worried!

(A/N -

French translations!

Tu es fou? On ne va pas boire avec la Russie! Pourquoi voudriez-vous suggèrent même que? C'est si stupide!- Are you crazy? We are not going drinking with Russia! Why would you even suggest that? That's so stupid!

Ouais, je suis un peu fou et ouion va pour boire un verre de petits avec la Russie. Écoutez la France. L'Angleterre est évidemment pas de l'obtenir sans une petite aide. Il est épaisse au crâne et inutile quand il s'agit de choses comme ça. Cela aidera ... probablement ... - Yeah, I'm a little crazy and yes we are going for a small drink with Russia. Listen France. England is obviously not going to get it without a little help. He's thick-skulled and useless when it comes to things like this. This will help... probably...

C'est la vie. - That is life

I'm sorry if my French is iffy. Feel free to correct me.

Notice how England is thinking for reasons 'not to go' while Scotland is asking for a reason 'to stay'. It may be a subtle difference but it's very important. There can be a hundred reasons not to go (like it's raining or it's quite cold outside) but a reason to stay is different (like it is warm and comfortable in here or it's nice here). That difference is the key here!

Unfortunatly England is a huge tsundere so is not very good at expressing emotions etc...

This is heading in the fluff direction and you will be happy to know, I didn't ignore the huge requests for more fluff. I wrote the start of two or three more storys which are very fluff based. The next two one-shots are proper requests though from people who wanted a certain story. The first one isa fluff from yoong' and the second one is from my friend in real life who I will refer to as X from now on.

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