Chapter 3, The Secret's Out

"You're right , they're bastards"

London huffed, as he pulled up to the driveway to the next meeting, thankfully it was in England so they didn't really take long to get there. England sighed,

"A bit of warning Will? It gets extremely rowdy in there". London nodded, as he put some Asprin in his pocket. Along with an ipod and a earpods, and nodded again.

"As long as I can ignore them, I'll be fine" he muttered. Still mad about yesterday. He shook his head and got out of the car, London's car to be honest. They walked through the doors of the building and onto the elevator, an hour early as expected. Green eyes looked around the meeting room, France would be next to England from what he said. America would be next to England on the other side, so take Frog's so he'll have to sit next to Germany. Sounds good. He sat where France usually sat, and crossed his legs an English gentlemen's habit, pulled out his ipod and played his punk playlist. First up, Dance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin. He hummed along the lyrics as time pressed on. By 7:00 sharp, the countries began filling in. Germany first, than France pouting because he had to sit next to Germany, the rest of the nations who were staring at London, who was reading Shakesphere's Hamlet. England had already seated next to London and waited for a certain American.

"THE HERO'S HERE!" Both England and London rolled their eyes, and London poped an Asprin in his mouth.

"Sit down you bloody idiot, so we can start the meeting," grumbled England. America pouted as he sat down. England sighed,

"Alright, let's get this meeting started". The other nations nodded in agreement, London was staring at Russia. Who was in turn a bit un -erveed by London's stare, it reminded him Belarus'.

"Russia, you are sitting on Canada". London said out of the blue. Russia blinked as he realised something was causing discomfert to the snowy nation. He got up to hear Canada's soft sound of relief, How did London notice it?

"I'm quite fond of Canada Russia" London said, answering his unasked question. Russia sat in the seat next to Ukraine as London returned to reading, ear buds still in place that was now playing Next Contestant by Nickleback.

"Mum! Who's tha look a'like?" asked Australia. (A/n: I'm sorry failed Australlian accent is fail X() London chuckled quietly.

"This is London" England said gesturing to London, who waved it of, "Or William Kirkland". Upon that last sentence the doors to the meeting roomed bursted open.

"Ah righ' who da 'ell is talk'in bout a' London?!" said the red haired personafaction of Scotland. The rest of the Kirkland brothers following behind, a simultainous thump echoed throughout the room as both England and London smaked their heads onto the table.

"All right, who in their right minds told Scotland?" said the muffed voice of England.

"It's the bloody frog, he's just mad because I went Jack the Ripper on him. Which I will happily do again- SCOTLAND PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!" said London as he was hoisted up by the scruff of his neck by the oldest Kirkland. It brought back old memories for London, unfortunetly not good ones.

"Bunny wha' 'ave ye been hidin all this time?" said Ireland. He took a look at London, to find he was the carbon copy of England except for the black dye covering most of his hair. He stopped as he looked at his eyes which was exactly like England's. He stopped when he noticed those two emerald eyes glared at him. London turned his glare to Scotland,

"Put me the fuck down brother, or I will bring out my knife and castrate everyone in this room. Save for England and I," he was putting on his Jack the Ripper glare. Which didn't scare the brothers much, except when he smiled.

"That is if you want me to go that easy, I'll happily torture you all. I'm Jack the Ripper after all, I know a few tricks after a few millenia of inventing torture devices" he said happily as if he was talking about the fine wheather (which it was) he said smiling, and I mean like that scary as fuck 2p England smile. With a tinge of red in his eyes, as he said the next sentence bitterly with anger.

"After all, you people never change. Always trying to aim for me and all, though I do respect Germany for actually succeding. Espicially after oh I don't know 50 fucking years of having the both of us in your so called "war training". There's a reason I never talked to you people, especially you. Not Northern Ireland though, he's young. Our national flower in the Rose for a reason, handle us carefully or get pricked and pushed out of our lives forever" he hissed. Pushing Scotland to let go of him and stomped out side the room. Leaving the other nations shocked, England sighed.

"Sorry, it's just that," England sighed a bit more trying to find the right words, "Whatever pain and mental illness I get, he gets 10 times worst. It was why he stayed away from other nations, it gets worst around 4th of July. So basically, since he's my heart...he always has the worst expeirences of pain" he said quietly following London out the door, knowing where he went. He turned a few miutes before closing the door,

"Please refain from talking to him. He views it as taking pity on him like I do, which never helps. It makes him snap," he said right before closing the door.

He found London in the secret music room, sitting down and lightly strumming on the gituar. He turned to England,

"Sorry, I snapped" he admitted.

"Damn mood swings" London muttered quietly, England shook his head,

"Naa it's alright. Anyway we haven't had a singing competion have we?" London raised his eye brow,

"Is that a challenge Albion?"

Uhh so yeah, sorry again for the fail and fail I just thought I'd bring this up after the followers I got...Seriously how can anyone like this story? ah well, I'll try to get chapter 4 done...well uh I guess bye for now? *waves*