The Queen Kicks Ass.
"Do you two realise what you have done?"
"Yes/Aye, Prime minister" Came the unison reply.
"What were you two thinking at the time?"
"We dinnae/don't ken/know, Prime minister."
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Nar/No, Prime minister."
There was a short pause before one of the men wait up.
"Wait. Actually, Mr PM. Can I git up now? I'm bored."
"Yes sir. I do not see any point of this exercise. What are we meant to be doing?" A vein popped in the forehead of the already scarlet Prime minister.
Kneeling in front of him and his desk were the two countries of Scotland and England, both carrying a heavy bucket of water on their laps. This was apparently some form of Japanese punishment done at schools but so far neither of them had caught on that this was a form of discindnary action. They both thought the Prime minister was just acting strangely.
"You two are being punished!" He hissed out in a strained voice. The two glanced at each other.
"We are?"
"Whit does holding a bloody bucket of water haff tae dee with being punished?"
"I don't know. Ask our Prime minister if you don't know wanker."
"Oi! PM! What does a bucket of wa~"
"It's meant to give you a physical strain and a mild form of pain." The man answered quickly, having no patience at the moment for his two countries. There was a brief silence before Scotland started laughing loudly and England tried to smother a series of giggles.
"WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING!"
"Gawd, yer such an eejit. Hahaha, he actually thought this was a real punishment. Hahahaha." The red head chuckled, making the water slosh around in the pail slightly.
England tried to disguise his laughter as a cough and failed. "I think what my brother is trying to explain is that Pfft~ that we're countries so something as…"
"Lame. Stupid. Silly." England tried not to laugh as Scotland listed what they thought of the punishment.
"As… simple as this… Pfft~ I'm sorry sir, but this has no effect on us." The two returned to laughing.
The Prime minister glared at them both but was ignored. "God, maybe I should quit and let the next poor sap who is elected deal you!"
"Aw, dinnae dee tha'! We might git another yob like Tony. Iraq is still pished at us!"
"Yes, do think this over. You're doing a fine job, old chap." Their boss looked over the men in his charge again before turning to his desk, to a file with a red confidential stamp across the front.
"Fine, boys. If you believe this is not an adequate punishment… then I shall have to think of better ones." He pointed first at the red haired country. "Scotland, I'm putting my foot down on your smoking problem! Now, even in public, you are not not allowed a single cigarette!"
"Whit? Ye cannae pass tha law without a vote!"
"No, it's not your entire country who is banned from smoking. It's just you."
"WHIT?"
"No. More. Cigarettes."
"Until when?"
"Never." Scotland's mouth hanged out slightly in surprise that someone had actually banned him from smoking. Taking this chance to continue talking, the Prime minister turned to England.
"And England, no more antique shopping or garage sales! Especially for tea sets. You always over spend on your budget and our economy is already poor!"
"Sir! That is unfair!"
"No, it isn't."
"My antique collecting is not dangerous to anyone!"
"It's dangerous to our budget and economy."
"It's rather unfair to take that away from me. It helps me connect to the past."
"You are connected enough."
"I grew up with most of the items! Some of them used to be mine!"
"Then you threw them away."
"But I want them back!"
"You only want them back because they now belong to someone else! No! More! Antiques!"
"But Sir!~"
"Ye cannae stop meh smoking!" England turned to see that Scotland had come out of his stupor. He seemed pissed off. "Why tha fuck dee I haft listen tae whit ye say?"
"Because, I am your boss!" He yelled at the kneeling men.
"I think I should be allowed to buy what I wish, Prime Minister!"
"Shut it, England. Yer stupid auld tea sets can wait! Tea tastes tha same nae matter whit cup it's served in!"
"Quiet! Don't flaunt your hick side, you unrefined savage! The tea cup is just as important as the tea!"
"Now gentlemen… Let's try to calm down. You two are still being punis~" The prime minister tried to calm the two countries down but was unfortunately interrupted.
"Fuckin' snob! Why are ye always gaming aroond picking up other people's shite? Filthy wee minger."
"Valuble antiques! Not shit!"
"Ye dinnae tell meh why!"
"I might need them again!"
"Why would ye eva need them agen? They're jus' junk now! Now I need cigarettes!"
The Prime minister watched the men argue before sitting with a loud sigh. He glared at them both, waiting for a chance to speak and possibly stop them from arguing. He had no idea how previous Prime Ministers managed to stay sane and look after these men… When it became evident that this was not going to happen for a while, the man looked out the window in deep thought as he wondered about previous PMs.
True, he got on excellently with the brothers most of the time but occasionally this would happen.
"Cigarettes? You think those smelly sticks are worth anything near my priceless antiques!"
"Priceless antiques, me erse! It's all crap that ye jus' buy!"
"And what do your 'special' cigarettes do anyway?"
"They help keep meh calm! And less irritable!"
"You should get a refund then!"
"Bassa!"
The distracted Prime Minister was dragged back to reality and the two fighting men in front of him by the sudden loud splash of water and enraged holler.
Scotland sat, still on his knees with his full bucket of water, but now he was soaking wet. While England kneeled beside him, holding a empty bucket over Scotland's head. The Prime minister stood up from behind his desk, his jaw hanging open. It seemed his punishments have back fired horridly.
Scotland looked like he had snapped or gone demented. He suddenly turned to his brother in a slow, stiff fashion, his bright green eyes ablaze with rage. He let out a low hiss as his hands tightened around the bucket and the blonde was on suddenly on his feet. England dashed away from the Scottish man as the red head stood up, brandishing the bucket of cold water like a weapon.
"Come back here, you cowardly snob!" England glared back at him.
"You hick! I'm not acting cowardly!"
"If yer nae a fucking coward, come over here then! And stop calling meh a hick!" Scotland held his bucket which happened to be a metal emergency fire bucket. England's bucket was the cleaner's plastic one but it was empty now.
"If you don't want to be called a hick, stop acting like one, you savage! And I'm not that stupid!" Scotland swung the full pail at England who ducked away and ran to behind the standing Prime minister. The man paled as he realised that he was now caught up in the fight.
"Stop hiding, ye dick heed!"
"Ha! You can't get me without getting our boss as well!" The red head suddenly smirked cruelly.
"Perfect. This is fer banning meh from smoking. And fer ye calling me a hick." Both men had no time to move before cold water rushed over both of their bodies, drenching their suits. "Heh. I git two birds with one stone."
England stood there gasping like a fish before his cheeks flared up. "You git! Look at what you have done! I'm wet!"
"Fuck oof, ye erse!"
"I hope you never get to smoke again!"
"I hope all yer tea falls in tha ocean!"
"ENOUGH!" The countries turned to their boss who arms were crossed as he glared them down.
They both suddenly gulped. Now they were in trouble….
"I cannot believe that two fully grown men can act so bloody immature!"
"You swore, sir!"
"And it's his fault!"
"What?"
"Shut the fuck up, you two! Scotland, you will never smoke again! At least while I'm Prime Minister! And England! No car booting!" The red head and blonde opened their mouths in protest but where silenced. "God! Why did I even agreed to this stupid job! I should have just quit while I was ahead! But NO! I wanted to make this country a better place! I just had to try to help the bloody economy! Fuck the economy!"
Scotland and England stared wide eyed at their boss as he ranted and vented his feelings. This wasn't a rare occasion, when one of their bosses just have had enough and wanted to yell at them a little. It happened at least once during their elected period and usually more than that. Despite this, Scotland and England always have a good relationship with their bosses the rest of the time.
However this was a rather spectacular emotional explosion (not many of the bosses swore so much to them). Considering he had only been working a couple of months…
"You know what? I'm just going to bloody quit!"
"What/Whit? You/Ye can't/cannae quit!"
"Well, watch me! Let the next sap who gets roped into this deal with you two children!" England huffed at the word children, annoyed that he was being referred to as such.
"Now, sir that is rather unfair." Scotland on the other hand shouted back.
"Whit dee ye mean children!"
"I mean that you two are the most self-centred, loud, short tempered, stubborn asses I have ever met! You act like bloody three year olds!" The man patted his wet hair off of his face.
"Oi! We're nae bairnes!"
"Wanker! I mean Mr Prime Minister! I completely disagree!"
"I am going to quit right now!"
"Now, now, let us not over react." A stern female's voice drifted from the door of the office.
The three damp men turned to see the short, white haired form of an older woman, daintily holding a small handbag in the door way of the office. Simultaneously all three mouths dropped to the group.
"The Queen!"
"Your Majesty!"
"Liz!"
"It's your Majesty, Scotland…" The Queen gave a gentle laugh.
"Oh, England. No need to be so formal. We have known each other since I was born."
"Yes, Ma'am." The blonde replied smiling proudly.
"Oh. Hey Liz!" Scotland greeted, grinning.
The Prime Minster straightened his back and stood tall, trying to regain some pride or composture. He bowed very lowly from the waist when the Queen then turned to him. "Your Highness." He said in a low voice. "
You may rise, Prime Minister." He stood up hurriedly.
"I formally welcome our most reverend Queen, Her Majesty of Great Britain. May you live a long prosperously life and reign ~" He heard the two men behind him giggle slightly and blushed, stopping his speech. Dammit! He shouldn't have listened to North Ireland about how to greet the Queen.
The white haired woman smiled knowingly. "Please, do not be so formal." Her voice lowered to a hushed whisper suddenly. "The truth is… When you spend a life time of being treated so formally, you get bored of it." She smiled and the man found himself smiling back. "Call me Elizabeth."
"Where are your guards, your Majes~ I mean E-E-Eliz…" The Prime minister stared at his shoes, too embarrassed to simply call the queen by her first name so casually.
"Call me, Ma'am if you can't call me Elizabeth." The Queen approached the red haired Scotsman and the blonde. "With these two, I have nothing to worry about. They are simply the best guards for me." Scotland grinned bashfully, holding out his arm, semi-flexed while England blushed, nodding slightly in agreement.
The PM nodded and the Queen turned to the countries. Both gave a small bow.
"H-How long have you been watching, Ma'am?" England asked nervously, his manners still as polite as ever. The Queen's eyes suddenly narrowed at the countries.
"Actually… That is why I have come here." The took a few steep back so she was standing exactly in front of Scotland and England. Her face was icy cold suddenly, losing all its friendliness and suddenly becoming the feared, all powerful monarchy that ruled in the history books.
"A-ah… How was yer morning then?" Scotland asked hopefully, trying to avoid what ever was coming next.
"It was lovely actually. Right until I read the newspaper…." She paused to look the men up and down carefully. "Did you know you two and your 'friends' managed to get a article." Scotland paled and England looked faint. "I believe the headline was 'British men threaten Slavic tourists.'"
The Prime minster watched in surprise as both men looked like nervous children whose hands had just been caught in a cookie jar.
"We can explain!"
"Aye! You see~"
"Silence." She ordered.
The two men bowed their heads, closing their mouths instantly like they were scared of the much smaller person. The PM suddenly smiled in amusement. It was comical to see these two strong, stubborn men act so submissive for this frail old woman.
He watched as the Queen approached his desk, glancing at the file. She opened it with her small, gloved hands that held such amazing power. She scanned the report, reading out points in her noble sounding voice.
"Over drinking in Public, causing a disturbance in a bar, breaking a man's arm, getting stabbed, having the police and ambulance called, knocking out another country, placing your independency in the hands of others, threatening to rape a female country, fighting Russia and lying to your boss, the Prime Minister. And that is just Scotland."
She glanced at the blonde.
"Attacking another country, dragging France into this mess, fighting with France, causing a scene in a public bar, gambling with your brother's independency, causing another scene in Edinburgh~" She saw his confused look. "The Scottish man you threatened reported you." His mouth made a small 'o' while Scotland's head snapped in his direction with a glare. "Withholding important information from your boss, letting a rogue country, Belarus, run around wild, causing panic and finally not holding up to you responsibility of being the face of the entire country."
She closed the file.
"I also heard the Prime Minister's punishments for you boys…"
"Then, ye'll ken that I'm nae stopping smoking, Liz."
"I agree. I shall still collect my antiques, Ma'am."
The Queen sighed softly, patting her handbag. "My family may no longer be officially in charge of you… But you shall listen to me when I say this! Listen to your Prime Minister!"
Suddenly Scotland was on the ground clutching his nose. "Fuck!" The Prime Minister blinked in surpass as the red head sat up, his hand over his nose. Thin trails of shiny crimson blood seeped from between the fingers like moss, diluting to a light pink from the water still on his skin.
Seconds later, England was kneeling as well, clutching the back of his head in pain and swearing profoundly under his breath. The Queen gave a small huff, lazily swinging her handbag from side to side.
It suddenly occurred to the Prime Minister that the Queen had used her bag as a deadly weapon on her own countries, bringing them to the ground.
"Tough auld bird…" was quietly muttered as Scotland tilted his head back in hope to slow the blood, leaning on one hand. He was quickly knocked over onto his side by the Queen's dainty but inhumanly strong arm and hand bag combo. The attack seemed to have hit the area above his eye.
England chuckled slightly at the sight before the woman turned to him with a glare. Two hits on his cheek and mouth and soon even the great England was lying down again.
The Prime Minister stared at his two countries as they lied back on the ground submissively. They both lied in opposite direction but their heads were still beside each other.
England had his eyes closed as he feigned being relaxed but his scrunched up eye brows broke the illusion. His bottom lip was swollen and inflamed on one side while his cheek was cherry coloured turning purple and but in the centre. Scotland on the other hand didn't hide his annoyance, glaring intently at the ceiling like it was the most amazing and interesting place in the room. He was pinching his bloody nose hard and he had a black eye forming. His face had diluted blood smeared across his cheeks and mouth.
The Queen turned to the Prime Minister suddenly with a kind smile and the man gulped nervously.
"Now, dearie. Don't fret. My boys are tough. They will be add right as rain by tomorrow." She sat down on the chair with a small sigh. "That was tiring. I am not as young as I used to be."
England's yes shot open and Scotland's stare fell from the ceiling, softening. Both countries looked at the Queen with absolute concern and worry that it was highly endearing. They sat up together, attracting the Queen's attention. She flicked away their gazes. "Don't worry, you two. I'm still well enough to teach you two a lesson or two."
She gave a short laugh, her eyes surrounded by pale wrinkled skin sparkled with a youthful flare that contrasted with her body. She reached into her bag and removed a pale yellow handkerchief which she held out to Scotland for his nose bleed. "You two can go now. Two people are waiting for you outside. Remember that you two are being punished according to the Prime Minister's wishes. Any arguments?"
They both shook their heads. The minister stared, gaping. How could she settle that argument so quickly and efficiently with just a few words.
The Queen watched as the two men left with a familiar fondness like a mother watching two troublesome children. When they were gone, she turned to see the Prime Minister staring at her in awe and respect.
"Do sit down, dear." The man sat down nervously, his wet suit squelching. He blushed as he mentally cursed Scotland for dousing him with water earlier. "Now, Mr Prime Minister. What you were saying about quitting this job earlier~"
"I'm not going to quit. I was just frustrat~" He stopped at her surprised expression. It was then that he realised that he had interrupted the Queen of England. She relaxed moments later.
"I know. I was just going to say, it is best not to get caught up in any fights that you have with them." She smoothed out her skirt carefully. "Since you have only been a Prime Minister for a very short length of time, you are unfamiliar of how a country works."
"Ma'am. I must inform you that I have been properly schooled and educated in the workings of a country's affairs." He said politely and seriously. She laughed in reply.
"I am talking of the representations. I must remind you, and my self at times, that though those brothers may look very human, they are indeed not human at all." The minster nodded, though he looked a little puzzled. The Queen continued. "I have taken it upon myself to give a little guiding hand to new prime ministers as I have grown up with them my entire life." She cleared her throat delicately.
"Now as I was saying about any little tiffs or fights which may happen, you must remember that they see things very differently from us humans. Something that seems very petty to us may be of great importance to a country and vice versa. The violent fights and threat of rape seems very serious to us, doesn't it?" The Prime Minister nodded. "Well, I have discovered that to a country that is hardly anything after wards."
The Queen glanced at the door, when she heard a raised English accent, scolding someone. She continued calmly anyway.
"Did you know that Scotland and England used to try to the best of their abilities to kill and destroy the other one? It only took one single treaty being signed by humans to end that fight to the death which spanned for centuries. They still argue now but that is due to current political climate, rather than any grudges over the past. Though the past does come up occasionally…" The Prime Minister looked a little shocked.
"You should also be aware of other traits that countries tend to have. It is not abnormal for them to be possessive over things and very stubborn to a degree that it seems silly."
"In what way, Ma'am?"
"It will be easier to think of this geographically. If one land were to take something valuable, say like coal, from another land, there would be a possibility of war, right?"
The man nodded again. He was beginning to feel like a bobble head. Was it polite to just nod in reply to the Queen? He didn't know. She hasn't said anything about it so far so he assumed it was okay.
"It is the same for representations. They are possessive over their valuables because they are land. Just remember that no matter how human they appear, their bodies are just pieces of land." She scanned him to see if he understood. He looked like he vaguely got the concept. Like most humans, he was probably having difficulty that the men who had just left were actually the countries themselves.
"And their stubbornness, Ma'am?"
"If countries, and the leaders for that matter, were not stubborn, wars would not be a problem." She sighed. "Can you imagine arguing with another man for 116 years? France and England did that. We humans call it the 100 years war though."
"Ma'am, I think I understand what you are saying. However, was it wise to… um… hit them like that?" She suddenly looked inspired.
"That reminds me, Minister countries will not bow to weaker beings."
"Weaker beings?"
"Yes. But not in a completely physical way, though that plays an important role. A stronger country will never be ruled by a weaker country. Russia ruled over many countries in the Soviet union because he was a very strong country military wise. An economically strong country will not obey to a poorer country as well." She patted her handbag.
"Though for you, it is just important to know that countries will only follow a strong leader with a strong will. If you show any hesitation or doubt, they will not listen. Show too much weakness or act too unsure and they may just get rid of you in preference for a stronger leader." She heard a small gulp which was not uncommon when she recited this part. She had said these things many times already and she could more or less guess how one would react.
"It sounds brutal but they do depend on a strong leader for a good survival. It could threaten their well being and life if they have a weak leader that cannot make appropriate decisions at the right time. In their eyes, decisiveness wins important battles - politically and physically."
A door slammed elsewhere in the building, probably by inhuman strength.
"I do not expect you to be physically stronger than them as that is impossible for a human though. You just need to be calm, confident and stringed willed. The reason why you are soaking wet and I hit them is because when you lost your temper so easily and quickly, then sat back and took a passive side. it showed them that you cannot be focused. You acted rashly, even threatening to quit. It showed a certain weakness. I would advise against that. I just restored the balance of power between the leader and the country."
"I understand, Ma'am. I will not make the same mistake again."
"It is okay if you do. These mistakes are easy to fix if you can regain your confidence and control afterwards."
"Yes, your Majesty." She stood suddenly. "It is best that I get going now. I do not want to over whelm you at the moment. I leave you with the advice that countries are not humans. Remember that and consider things from their point of view and always be confident and strong. It will help settle arguments quicker and in your favour."
"You have given me some very helpful information, your Highness."
"And Prime Minister."
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"It is impolite to just nod. If we are ever in public, please call me Your Majesty and say Yes in full."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
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The two people that the Queen had mentioned were outside the door were a certain pair of blonde brothers.
"Whoa! What the hell happened to your nose? It's totally smashed up, dude!" America yelled at the sighted of a bloodied Scotland. He was ignored by the red head though.
"Hey Mattie. Foos yer doo? It's nae often ye come ova tha pond tae see meh." The timid Canadian looked surprised but very praised when he was addressed before his flamboyant brother.
"Ah. Yes, uncle Scotland. That was because I have been very busy at work recently, eh… I finally got a break so I came to see you. Though I heard from Papa's boss you were in trouble…" Canada stared worried at his bleeding nose and black eye. "What did happen?"
"Me queen beat me up…" He muttered in reply, embarrassed.
"Ain't she like a 100 years old, dude?"
"America!" England came storming up to the taller blonde. His lip was now very swollen and the bruise had bloomed like a large blue rose over his pale cheek. "How dare you insult any member of the Royal family, let alone the Queen!"
"Aye. Yer out tha windae. Ye clearly havnae met our Queen when she's in a bad mood." Scotland muttered angrily.
"But she's like ancient! How can she be strong? Way! An old bird kicked your asses!"
"SHUT UP! Age is irrelevant, you were very strong as a baby you know!"
"But being old is different! You got owned by a old b~"
"I said Shut up! It does not matter how old she is! You clearly are not understanding what I am say so I will say it in 'your' language." England took in a steady breath before speaking in a dead serious, heavily English accented voice.
"The. Queen. Kicks. Ass."
There was a long pause before America burst into laughter. England advanced on the hyena like blonde, leaving Scotland and Canada to talk to each other. Canada sighed softly.
"I'm sorry, Uncle, England."
"It's nae yer fault yer related tae such an annoying bairne." Scotland reassured while glaring at America.
"What happened yesterday anyway? Papa was very proud about something to do with you and England, eh."
"Damn right, he should be proud. He's one of that ones always trying tae convince meh tae improve me relationship with Iggy." Canada blinked in surprise.
"You improved your relationship with England?" That didn't seem right… If that was true then the two wouldn't have been in trouble…
"Aye! Wannae see?" Scotland asked excitably.
"Uh…" The shy blonde wasn't sure what to say. He had to admit that his uncle acting giddily like a child impatient to show a new trick to a parent was a strangely cute sight…. But on the other hand, the 'trick' could lead to something troublesome…
Before he could decide if saying yes would be good or bad, Scotland had already taken his vague reply for a 'go for it'.
"Watch this, Mattie." The red head suddenly called over to England. "Oi!"
Canada paled slightly, dreading what might happen next. England turned away from his scolding of America with a irritated look on his face. Scotland smiled a fake innocent smiled and waved.
"I love ye." Instantly England turned a bright scarlet from embarrassment.
"W-What?"
"I love ye." England stared at his shoes suddenly, his ear glowing a bright crimson.
"I love ye."
"Eh!" England flinched as the heavy Scottish accent came centimetres from his ear. His head snapped to face his brother who had crossed the short distance between them and was leaning very close to him. His false smile was gone and its its place was a dark, cruel smirk.
"I love ye."
"Uh." England stumbled back a few steps in shock at the sudden closeness. Scotland just closed the distance again.
"I love ye." England stepped back a few more steps and once again, Scotland followed.
"I love ye."
"Um."
And it happened again.
"I love ye"
And again.
"I love ye."
"Eh."
And again.
"I love ye."
And each time, England flushed a darker shade of red. It sooner looked like he was in danger of passing out from the blood rush to his cheeks and face.
"I love ye." America and Canada watched in stunned silence, unsure what to do.
"I love ye." It did seem like Scotland was somehow complimenting England but it also seemed like he was tormenting him at the same time… Plus Scotland's grin seemed to steadily get eviler as time passed….
"I love ye."
"Uh." Finally England made it to a door. With his back against it, he fumbled for the door handle frantically. His eyes were swirling slightly as he stared back at his brother who wore a sadistic smirk.
"I lov~"
Click.
SLAM!
"~e ye…"
England finally opened the door with a click and closed it with a slam. The frame shook slightly with the force. Scotland spun around to face the remaining blonde with a oddly innocent smile.
"See, Mattie. I haff improved."
The only thought that Canada could have at this moment was 'No you haven't improved at all. You just found a new way to terrorise England…'
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The baltic trio waited around Russia's house nervously. Though they had no reason to be there as they all moved out and into their own houses after the fall of the Soviet Union, they still gathered there almost daily. It only started happening in recent years.
After seeing how lonely Russia was when he was by himself in this large house, and how it made his sadistic and psychotic nature degenerate into something worse, they all mutually agreed to try and visit him most days.
In a way, it was similar to the Soviet Union day however there was very little violence, zero oppression and they were not required to cook or do chores. Though occasionally they would do one or two to be helpful. It was a very large house and it was hard for one man to do everything in it. However when they arrived Russia's boss was there instead.
Apparently Russia had not come home last night or handed in the paper work this morning. Belarus was also missing.
They had decided to wait just in case the tall Slavic man appeared later on.
After a while of worrying what happened, they had received a phone call.
The two siblings had been found!
Russia was stopped at an airport when he tried to smuggle his metal pipe onto a plane and Belarus was arrested after several assaults, all on ginger haired men. Both were returned back to their respective countries. Of course, Russia was scolded by his boss and was due to return home any moment now, explaining their nervousness…
That and the rumours…
Something about Scotland saying he was going to rape Belarus, Russia trying to kill France, incest among the British brothers and the Queen of England kicking ass.
The front door opened and a rush of freezing air blew in.
The cold wind was shut out again.
The Baltic trio rushed to the front door, expecting to see a glare or a creepy false smile. However he was smiling a genuine and gentle smile.
A big surprise.
"Uh, Russia."
"Oh. Hello Toris."
"Why are you s-smiling? Weren't you just in trouble with your b-b-boss?…"
"Da." The Russian smile widened. "But I have got a new friend."
"A f-friend!"
"Da!"
"Who?"
"Scotland."
They did a double take before they watched as Russia walked out of the room and through to the kitchen. Lithuania sighed.
"Well, it kinda makes sense. They are both drunken psychopaths…"
(A/N - God this was a long, boring chapter... It was mainly just talking and speech... The rate of writing isn't too bad considering this was about 6000 words or so.
FINALLLY IT IS THE END! END! ENd! End! end! end. end... (failed echo effect.)
I didn't name this Prime Minister. Let's just say he is after Cameron.
I have never met the Queen so I don't know how her personality is. However it amuses me to think that she acts very kind and sweet but she is actually super strong with a nasty temper. She gets violent occasionally with the UK but she loves them very dearly and they love her. They helped raised her from since she was born.
When she was a baby, they were like her parents. When she was a child, they were like her uncles. When she was a teen, they were like her older brothers. When she was a young adult, they were like her closest friends. When she was an mid aged adult, they were like her younger brothers. Now that she is an old woman, she sees them as her children.
So they are very close.
The Queen has a guide of how to cope with the brothers... Every election, she repeats it to the new Prime Minister.
I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY WANT TO WRITE A STORY WHERE SCOTLAND COPES WITH NO LONGER SMOKING!
The. Queen. Kicks. Ass.
No serious. She does. She's a bad ass in my mind because I want it to be. The world would be a much better place if she was.
Aw~ Russia made a friend.
And now a QUESTION! (Please Answer Honestly):
Has Scotland actually improved his relationship with England or found a new way to torture him?
I'm curious to your take on the ending.
REVIEW PLEASE!)