AN: Sorry that I haven't updated in a while, but I was busy binge watching other anime. I might write a sequel to this, but I will only do it if enough people want me too. Please leave a review if you want me to do a sequel. I hope you enjoyed my story!
After the nations had all arrived at England's house, they were confronted by a nervous looking scotsman, who demanded to know what had happen. They told him all about what had happened in the forest before wearily traipsing to the spare rooms. Too tired to change into any spare clothes, most of the nations simply collapsed into their beds and immediately fell asleep.
England was no different from all of the other nations, but before he could reach the comfort of his bed, he was confronted with his overprotective older brother, who was showering him with questions. Groaning loudly, England shoved his brother out of the way and dove into his large bed. However, his brother would not leave him alone until England answered some of his questions, so England forced open his eyes and sat up on his bed.
"Scotland will you just go away!" England muttered sleepily, "I already told you that I'm fine, so will you just let me go to sleep! I am very tired!"
"I know!" replied Scotland, "But I don't want you panicking and removing everyone's memories!"
"Scotland!" gasped England in outrage, "You know that I would never do anything like that! Especially not to my friends! Now stop bothering me with this nonsense and let me go to sleep!"
Sighing sadly, Scotland left the room. He knew that he had gone too far, but he was really worried about England's wellbeing. Had he really made the right choice in giving the nations advice, or had he just put them all in unnecessary danger? Scotland knew something that England did not. Strange forces were watching England, wanting to use his power for their own, and know that England had gained several new allies who knew of his secret, they were farther away from their goal. He just hoped that everyone would be alright, and that the nations would be powerful enough to protect England and themselves from the unseelie court.
Meanwhile, in an ancient burial ground, a small group of fae were gathered around a table discussing the matters that had taken place earlier on.
"Dam it!" yelled one of the figures harshly, "How could this have happened! We were so close to being able to take him, and now this has happened! How on earth are we going to get him now, with his little nation friends all able to see us. He'll probably spend more time with them as well now!"
"Calm down Abstindine!" commanded a more feminine voice, "I know that it will be harder to get him, but it is not impossible. The interruption of the ceremony will have weakened him considerably, so if we strike soon, we might just be able to take him."
"You're right Jade, but I'm afraid that we will have to wait a little bit longer to take him. It seems as if he is not as ignorant of us as we originally thought. Of course, Scotland hasn't told him, as he is bound by his blood oath, but he seems to have sensed that something is following him. It would be a shame if we had to inflict unnecessary damage on him in a full out battle, as it would mean that we would have to wait longer to achieve our goal. We need him to go full power if we are to cast our spell across the whole of the United Kingdom, any less and we'd only end up with the country of England under our spell, and then where would we be? I know that we need to strike soon, but we have to be very careful. Do you understand me? The utmost caution is required, so do not be reckless!" All of the fae sitting in the gloomy room nodded as their leader finished his speech. Then they all slowly faded away, going off to complete the tasks that had been assigned to them. At last, only the leader was left standing alone before he too faded into the shadows as the lights that had been illuminating the room disappeared with him.
Meanwhile, the nations slept on peacefully, unaware of the danger that was approaching them. Scotland was standing outside in the garden and was watching the sky carefully. As soon as he seemed content at what he saw and nodded, he started to draw a large circle around the edges of the large house with a small stick of chalk. Surprisingly, it was a perfect circle, and as soon as Scotland joined it up, he jumped inside it and started chanting in a strange language. The edge of the circle started to glow a dull blue colour and it rose into the air and joined up at the top to form a large dome that completely covered the house. Satisfied with the charm, Scotland dusted the chalk dust off his hands and walked back inside the house. He couldn't tell his brother about the strange forces that were after him, but he could sure protect his brother! Walking over to the sitting room of the house, Scotland cursed the people who had forced him to never tell his brother of the danger that he was in, and prepared for the long night that was ahead of him. The shield would protect them from weaker fae, but if a stronger one came in, he would have to fight it himself. He gripped the handle of his iron sword tightly, and hoped that his brother would be safe.