Lucky, Unlucky 3

Scotland glanced suspiciously into the red liquid that rippled slightly in the punch bowl.

"Ireland, this isnae blood, right?"

Ireland was scowling at Norway who had broken up the drinking contest before it had even started, failing to notice that Wales had also helped him. He readjusted the fake rifle on his shoulder.

"Nee. It's mainly tomato juice and liqueur with some special spice stuff added in."

"Liqueur?" Scotland confirmed as he lifted a cup filled with the red liquid from Sealand's hands.

The small micro-nation had just poured himself a cup, unaware of the alcoholic content, but it was taken from him before he could drink it.

"Aye." Ireland nodded, ignoring Sealand's glare at his brother. Scotland sipped it to see how it tasted.

"Tastes fair enuff." He concluded. Ireland poured himself a cup.

"So where ye been, Scottie?" The red head glanced in France and Prussia's direction to find them being whacked by a Cat woman with long brown hair that was obviously Hungary.

"I was with France and Prussia but they're busy now…" Ireland raised an eyebrow at the fleeing men as they tried to escape from Hungary's wrath. "And ye?"

Ireland pointed at Denmark, just as the Wizard Norway smacked him. "Kinda funny how oor friends git smacked when we leave them…." Ireland pointed out.

"Aye…" Suddenly Scotland smirked. "Kinda funny how oor friends git smacked when we dinnae leave them."

Ireland barked out a short laughed. "How ye feeling?"

Scotland smiled impishly. "Mischievous."

"Must be tha black cat side of ye."

Scotland grinned wider, making him appear very mischievous. Ireland chuckled slightly, enjoying the naughty, playful side of his older brother. It always came out at odd times. However it wasn't very far from his dark side; so sometimes the red head would go too far with his 'games'.

"Cheers fer letting me use yer house."

"Nae problem, ye pay well."

England suddenly appeared at the punch bowl and the other two stared at him. The blonde's knight costume was very good. The fake armour clanked loudly but it was easy to move around in and very light.

He was wearing his helmet at the moment with had a royal purple plume sticking from the top, that flopped lazily to the left. The silver false metal reflected the surrounding world in a warping and twisting way. It made the blonde's hair and light green eyes seem much brighter in comparison.

He had a long plastic sword strapped to his hip. On it was an emblem of a golden lion on a scarlet circle that was the same as his armour's.

He reached for a cup to have a drink but his armoured hand was slapped away.

"I wouldnae drink that if I were ye. It's spiked."

"What?"

"It's git strong alcohol in it. Unless ye wannae embarrass yerself drunk, stick tae tha fizzy drinks." He pointed at the end of the table when there were a dozen or so 2 litre bottles of random fizzy drinks from different countries. England scowled slightly before nodding.

"I guess I can't argue with that…"

"Nope."

England smiled slightly. He was honestly a little happy that someone had stopped him from accidently drinking any alcohol, though he was surprised that it was Scotland.

England looked at Scotland's costume. It was much simpler than his, which he had rented from a special costume shop.

He wore close fitting black leather trousers and a tight cotton, black t-shirt. He wore black combat boots and a black belt with silver bars on it. They were normal clothes that the Scottish man had in his wardrobe anyway. New additions were a pair of black cat ears on a hair band, a black tail tucked into his belt and face paint.

The face paint's results were thin black whiskers and a black nose drawn on his face but on the back of his left hand was a strange symbol that stood out against the creamy white skin. England stared at it, recognising it as an inverted pentagram with strange writing around it.

Scotland noticed the stare and held it up for a better look. "Dinnae worry. I havenae make any deals tonight; it's fake."

"Oh… Wait! What do you mean by 'tonight'?"

"Ah. Ye didnae ken? Doesnae matter then. Whit's passed has passed." Scotland shrugged.

"Why are you wearing it then?" England asked curiously; ignoring Scotland's previous comments for now. He can worry about the recklessness of his oldest brother later. This was a party, he deserved some relaxation. The red heart smirked with a mischievous grin.

"I'm a magical black cat."

"I didn't know that you got magical black cats."

"Ye only git them as familiars fer witches and demons, else they're just a normal black cats."

"Hence the satanic symbol on your hand?"

"Aye."

England glanced at the fluffy black cat ears and smirked slightly. They looked unusual on his usually stoic brother. "Nice cat ears."

"Nice feather." The red head flicked the purple feather so it flopped from the left to the right.

"Well nice tai~" England was interrupted by a suddenly strange loud cackle from up above.

The entire room fell silent, looking for the source of the noise. The countries turned to the ceiling. On an ancient chandelier with dusty candles sat a woman. Her eyes were like coal with no light reflecting off them.

Scotland growled slightly under his breath at the appearance of the infamous Unseelie Queen suddenly appearing above their head. Wale's charms could not protect the party from such a powerful being.

"I gonnae need another drink if I gonnae hafta talk tae her." He muttered as he refilled his cup and drank it down quickly. He tossed the cup to the side.

Maeve looked amused as she looked down at the faces of the confused countries. Most of them seemed oblivious to her, not gifted with the Sight. She laughed at what she considered a weakness. They appeared foolish to her, unable to see the truth.

A few saw her though; an unknown tanned man who had dark pointed dog ears (Egypt), the blonde French man who always pretended that he couldn't see any fairies, Norway and the British brothers. And they were mostly glaring at her.

She smirked before jumping down from her place, and landing amongst the humans. They were confused; trying to figure out what that sound was from before. As she passed through the crowd, people shivered and instinctively moved away, despite the lack of sight. It seemed they were not completely stupid though they were still blind.

The dark queen arrived at the punch bowl with an unnaturally wide grin that showed pointed teeth like a shark's.

"I spy three yummy treats!" Her eyes moved from Ireland, to Scotland and finally stopped on England, fully examining each person in their costume. "The Gold Hoarder, the Lone Wolf and the Protected Pup all gathered here on my special night in special outfits."

England glared at the word pup but didn't speak. He was wise enough to control his tongue around a fairy queen. Ireland didn't have the same control though.

"What dee ye fucking mean by 'Gol~ Ouch!" Ireland's head snapped in Scotland's direction, who had apparently pinched him and quite hard too.

"Ye'll thank meh fer that later." The red head said before the Irish man could protest. "Now wheesht and control yerself or sod oof." Ireland bit down hard on his tongue and glared into the distance with his fists clenched. His temper was obvious but at least he wasn't acting aggressive towards the Queen, especially since her court was stronger than his at the moment.

"Oh~ Wolfy is getting all protective~ How… sweet." She licked her lips, like the men in front of her were merely treats that she fancied. It appeared to be seductive.

Scotland turned his head away with a tch but his lips twitched slightly like he was secretly enjoying the presence of such a chaotic being. However, he wasn't in the mood to be played with.

"I wonder how you would feel if I stole a taste from your brother." The red head turned his head just in time to see Maeve place her lip's on England's.

The blonde's eyes widened in shock at the sudden action. Her lips were cold like ice and burned like fire, painful but addictive in a strange way. Her body was flushed with his and he could feel its iciness, even through the fake armour. Every instinct in his body told him that this girl pressed out against was dangerous and deadly in every possible way but he was unable to move.

Suddenly the mouth were gone, as was Maeve's body as Scotland spun her into his arms instead. She giggled before leaning up and kissing the red head, slightly deeper than England. She pulled back slightly.

"Protective or jealous, Wolfy? Or should I say Kitty?" She gestured to the cat ears.

"I'm nae in tha mood fer yer games, Maeve. Ye ken that he belongs ta the Seelie court."

"You didn't answer my questions, not that it matters. I know the answers." She purred leaning closer and Scotland took a small step back. He frowned when he felt the table behind him, stopping him from retreating anymore, while Maeve cackled again.

The other countries looked around again for the source of the manic loud laughter. There were already rumours that the castle was haunted and to them it appeared to be true. A Jedi America was being to panic as he swung his light sabre around, yelling about ghosts and distracting the crowd. No one in the party noticed the brothers talk strangely.

"Anyways, Gyre Carlin can not intervene right now. It's my night."

"He still belongs ta tha Seelie court, regardless of tha night."

Maeve kissed him again, biting and sucking slightly on his bottom lip, and he hissed slightly. She made a meow noise and grinned widely again.

"Feeling Cat-ish?" She paused. "Mischievous? My, my – I guess it's just one of your naughtier moods mixed with that feline costume. Meow~"

The side of Scotland's lips twitched up into a full smile now. He couldn't really help himself, he did share a closeness with the Unseelie court that the other brothers didn't quite have. Maeve seemed pleased by his reaction.

"Any way, you know as much as I do…" She breathed into his ear, loud enough for England and Ireland to hear. "… it's more fun to 'make angels fall' than demons." The red head was stuck between smiling and frowning now. He finally settled on a glare; deciding that he didn't like his brothers being threatened like this or being called a demon. It brought up bad memories.

Ireland tightened his fist so the whites of the knuckles showed and glared wildly at Maeve, who winked at him while still clinging onto Scotland. "Angry works for me too, Goldie, if you're looking for a new court."

She turned to England. "And it's more fun to play in the dark than the light." The blonde glared back and she blew him a kiss. "You know who to call if the Seelie court ever gets too boring and you need…. some relief… We always welcome new-comers."

Ireland took a step forward, almost raising his fist but Scotland stopped him with a look. Around the party continued, not paying attention or noticing the brother's strange actions and speech.

"Maeve…" Scotland started.

"Queen Maeve." She corrected and the red head fumed silently for a moment.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be leading your court and the demons on your 'special' night?" She laughed lightly, leaning forward for another kiss. However the red head had had enough and grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away roughly.

"Nee!"

She smirked and stepped back, accepting that she wasn't getting any more kisses for now. "Well, I thought I should maybe start by following a human tradition that has perked my interest, my precious black cat." She looked over the three men again.

"What tradition has interested you?" England asked, glaring at the queen but acting polite.

"I did mention when I came here what three yummy treats you are. I was going to ask the question then but Scottie's 'mischievous bad-boyness' made me… distracted…" She smirked before practically purring out. "Trick or Treat?"

"Trick or Treat?" Scotland asked in disbelief.

"Yes but not just some old bitter sweets that humans made. I want a yummy treat." The penny dropped for the red head.

"Ah. You want one of us to spend the night with you as a 'treat' or else you are going to 'trick' us."

"Blackmail!" Ireland spat out, angrily.

"Yep and any of you can volunteer because this doesn't compromise Gyre Carlin's fealty! Isn't that lucky?" She grinned, showing off her shark teeth.

Scotland couldn't help another small smile again – he knew she was appealing to his more sadistic and impish side. Ireland and England could only glare at their opposing Queen.

"So Trick or Treat?" Maeve asked again.

Scotland stepped forward, towering over her. "Gah find yer poor sap somewhere else. There's no one here fer ye." He snarled the last bit with a sadistic grin.

Maeve placed her hand on the Scotsman's chest and pushed him back with inhuman strength. Ireland caught him before he stumbled into the table behind them.

"Appealing to your worst nature is fun, my mischievous black cat. That dark streak is very interesting. It's a pity you have morals and a conscience or else you would be in my court already."

England glanced away from Maeve and saw indeed that his brother was grinning madly despite being pushed. The blonde glared at him as well. He couldn't believe that his brother was excited and thrilled by the situation.

Maeve suddenly started clapping her hands together happily.

"I knew it was a long shot to be getting a romp tonight; it would have been such fun… But then again, I was also hoping that you would say no. If not then the 'special' spell I have been preparing would go to waste."

The three brothers suddenly looked alarmed. They had been tricked indeed. Maeve wouldn't have minded sex but the truth was she wanted the brothers to refuse her request so she could 'punish' them with a spell.

"Too late to change your mind now, boys. I hope you enjoy your 'trick'. I know I will."

She blew a kiss to them.

"See you in the morning, my angry soldier, innocent and noble knight and mischievous black cat."

She cackled and jumped up into mid air. She placed a glamour over herself, making her visible to non-sighted beings. To them, she appeared as a stereotypical witch on a broom, though that was a false image. The countries turned to her with shock.

"Hello humans. It's so nice that you decided to celebrate this holidays which allow us witches and demons to cross over from the nether world."

Scotland snorted. England gaped at the Queen as she stood and lied to the crowd below her.

"However, it is my duty to bewitch humans on this sacred day. You are lucky that I have chosen this party for my curse." Murmurs rippled through the countries; mainly of fear and confusing. America was the loudest protest.

Maeve cackled and the murmurs became louder and more urgent. She cupped her hands and sparkling golden powder poured into her open hands. She threw the powder up and it hovered, sparkling and suspended in mid air like Maeve.

"Enjoy."

The queen's body suddenly morphed into one of a large bird; a raven. She flapped her wings and flew from the room, cawing manically as she went.

The gold dust that had been frozen above the countries suddenly dropped, falling on the crowd below. As they were showered with the beautiful powder, they marvelled at the magnificence of the sight. It was like falling star light.

However seconds later, every last person in the party suddenly fell asleep.

(A/N - Oh. Some thing is happening now!

Ireland, North Ireland, Wales and England are all sworn to the Seelie court. Scotland however is not tied to any court because he is too conflicted to join either.

It is WRONG to think the Seelie court as Good and the Unseelie court as Evil. The Seelie court is order while the Unseelie are chaos. Order does not always lead to goodness and Chaos does not always lead to evil. Though the Seelie are usually behind good acts while the Unseelie are usually behind bad acts. It's just their nature in the end.

Now obviously Scotland is not a very ordered or controlled person. He is a very chaotic person, getting drunk, fighting, traveling randomly. So the Seelie court feels confining to him.

On the other hand, the Unseelie court, though it shares a chaotic nature with Scotland, is simply too immoral. They generally are too blood thirsty and violent; killing and harming many humans, doing horrible and deplorable acts. Scotland still has a human conscience, and finds himself unable to be part of such a immoral court that kill randomly for fun.

Maeve likes to tease people and come up with nicknames that can irritate people. She changes the nicknames often depending on her mood and her current view of a person. She calls Ireland a Gold Hoarder because he is actually a very man who is obsessed with gold. Scotland is called a Lone Wolf because of his stubbornness and refusal to join any court and then Kitty because of his costume. England is called a Protected Pup because Maeve thinks he is the most innocent when it comes to fairies (and he is). England used to be called Lil Lamb.

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