Chapter 6, A Brother's Jelousy
"We are in deep shit"
After the whole fiasco about the tatoo, the two brothers decided to just use magic to get out of there. Not after England writing a note that they had to leave due to an emergancy so they wouldn't wonder what happened after the little, ah incident. After gettingback home they went into their respectful rooms, bid their good nights, and went right on to sleep.
Not long after that, they were followed by the Celtic brothers who went to the basement for some reason instead of the kitchen, where they would usually get their alchohol, the couch, after going to the bar, or their bedrooms which they would just sleep in. No, they had something in store for their newly found "Brother".
The Next Morning:
London woke up and faced the mirror, only to find what the other Celtic nations did. Honestly he was fine with it, but if he was like this that means England would be as well, so his norfolk accent shown through when he yelled, waking up the other nations in the house.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOW DUMB FUCKIN' BAS'AARDS!"
England and London were fuming as they grudingly entered the meeting room later than usual. Which was after America came in.
"Londres, Angleterre why are yo- honhonhonhonhon, may I have ze pleasure of knowing one of your beutiful names?"
At the confrence entrance, stood two girls with green eyes, wearing a buissness atire fit for women, both with glasses and matching pig-tails, one black haired with blond tips, and one with just blond hair. Both glared at France with venom. The black haired one smiled evily, scaring the heck out of the other nations,
"No' unless yow wo'a yooor dic cu' f and shoved up yooor bairn uzs Francy-pan's". England nodded and smiled her uh his own version of a very evil smile.
"Aye OI doon' 'hink tha i''s a good oidare 'o piss us f oright now bas'aards. So waa ever yooor gorn 'o do do say yow ken sove tha', because 'his spell ois gorn 'o larst for oolly one day, and 'hat's one day yow hev thur decion f makin' sorre yooor manhood ois s'ill in'act". All the nations nodded their heads, they really didn't want to lose anyrhing pretaining to their nether regions. Even Switzerland couldn't risk it, the female nations just went along with it.
"Uh Vhat happened to your bruders?" Germany asked nervously. Their grins widened,
"Le''s jist say thay oon be able 'o walk normalie for a long toime" they said in unison. Yup, by this time all the nations figured out who these two women are, England and London. Suddenly Prussia groped London from behind, again.
"Kesesesesesesesesesesesesese-" whatever the Albino was going to say was followed by a loud scream and heeve as both London and England had did. Something, to the Prussian. Again both England and London smiled evily and dragged the Albino to a private room. Another loud scream followed. Let's just say that Prussia was not able to walk very well after that. Who knew scones could be used in suck a cruel manner? After the meeting, let's just say the nations never wanted to discuss the matter ever again.
In the next meeting, the Celtic brothers never caused a single arguement. Nor did Prussia do anything. While both England and London went back to normal, and had been happier than usual. However peace never lasts for long does it?
Here you go, something to feed you for now until the weekend again. So sorry if its short, so here ye go lads. Untill Friday or Saturday, bye. I own nothing but Will and the story, please fave and review or watch. Whatever floats your boat. *waves*