IDK what this is, I'm sorry.

A quick thing before we start, the 'nation hopping' thing that Wales mentions is a HC of mine that Nations can 'hop' to anywhere in their country instantly, not without consequence, short distances like across a city aren't so bad, but when they try to hop greater distances they get exhausted, and have to recuperate afterwards for a while... IDK Headcanons man, aren't they fun! I could explain this better but it's late so I won't.

Enjoy ;)

"England!" Scotland called, blinking down at the note in his hand with slight disbelief.

"What?" was the slightly surly reply.

"Have you done anything to piss off the fae recently?"

"No... Why?"

"Because I've- uh... I think you should just come here!"

England entered the room a few moments later, a confused expression on his face, "What is it?"

Scotland held out the note, "Read it, maybe you can make heads or tails of it."

England frowned as he took the note, unfolding it, and reading over it quickly, his face morphing through irritated to confused to worried and back to confused. "What?"

"My thoughts exactly."

"Why would they call us to the henge?"

"I have no idea! I haven't been there in almost a thousand years!"

"My last visit was almost forty years ago."

"Do you think Wales or North got the same message?"

"I'll call Wales, you call North, let's see if they know what's happening."

"Righto."

"Did you get a note too?" Was what England was greeted by as the phone was picked up.

"Scotland found it this morning, do you know what's going on?"

"'Fraid not, wish I did."

"How soon can you make it there?"

"A few hours if I left now, you?"

"We're in Yorkshire, it might take a while if the traffic's bad."

"I could probably stall for you, unless you wanted to nation hop?"

England frowned, tapping his foot on the floor as he took a moment to consider that, "I don't want to drain myself, in case I need to use magic when I get there though."

"No worries, just floor it and if you get pulled over flash them your 'I'm a very important man so you better let me go right now' card, and you won't have to worry about it."

England sighed, "Alright, just keep them busy until North, Scotland and I can arrive."

"North got one too?"

"I can only assume so, Scotland's on the phone with her now."

"Alright, bye."

"Bye Wales."

"It looks normal, nothing but tourists and drizzle," Scotland said, raising at brow at the scene.

"I know, this is so strange." England pulled up directly in front of the entrance, stopping the car exactly where they weren't supposed to park, recognizing Wales' car in a similar position a little further along, and got out, knowing that any parking ticket he got would be instantly nullified.

They trotted up the hill toward the stones, where they saw an impatient Wales tapping his foot and waiting for them, "What's going on?" Scotland called to him, making him turn and jog over to meet them.

He seemed caught between a smile and a frown, and kept switching between them as his mind struggled to settle on an emotion, eventually it seemed to decide on an amused glare, "You two are the root of all our problems, you know that!" he groused, poking each of them once in the chest.

"What did we do?" they asked in unison, grimacing at each other as they realized what they'd done, and making Wales chuckle a little.

"Shack up! That's what you did! The fae found out, and now they're throwing a feast for the two of you! And here I was thinking there was some kind of disaster!"

"They did what?"

On the other side of the henge, where there was less drizzle and more faeries, England and Scotland sat at the head of a long table, drunk blushes covering their cheeks, as they giggled into each other's necks. There was little that could compare to wine made by faeries, and that was something that all of the siblings that inhabited the British Isles could agree on as they sipped at the stone goblets held in their hands.

"Here's to these two knob-ends!" Ireland said, standing and gesturing for Wales and Northern Ireland to do the same, "Finally getting some fucking action!"

There was a cheer from everyone and thing at the table.

"And here's to sound-proof walls," Wales laughed, "Without which North and I would have committed suicide by now!"

Another cheer, and a hearty laugh from both England and Scotland.

"I hate to be 'that guy' and get all sentimental," Northern Ireland smiled, tipping her head at the two of them, "But here's to your happiness, god knows you two are fucking killjoys alone!"

A final cheer and everyone downed their wine.

England leant his head on Scotland's shoulder, pressing his lips to his ear, before giggling into it, "I'm glad you were an idiot."

Scotland snorted, "So am I, who knows how long this would have taken otherwise? Maybe a little less would have been nice though."

"We have all the time in the world now." England leant round, kissing at his jaw, "Anyway, I'm glad it happened the way it did, I wouldn't take back that sex for anything."

"I'm glad I could deliver, I'd hate to disappoint," he chuckled into England's hair, breathing in a little the smell of his shampoo and something flowery that no doubt came from something the faeries had done.

"Who knew you two would be so tooth-rotting?" asked Northern Ireland, raising an eyebrow at the pair and taking an amused sip of her re-filled wine.

"You know what they say about two negatives making a positive," Ireland replied with a shrug, swirling his own wine around his goblet.

"I wouldn't exactly call this a positive, you haven't had to share a house with 'em," Wales chuckled, eyeing the pair over this goblet as he too took a swig.

"No, I haven't. And thank you, Wales, for putting that image in my head," Ireland grimaced, shaking his head roughly before taking a heavy gulp, "That's something I could have gone my whole life without imagining."

"Surely the thought of us having sex isn't that bad," Scotland said, a deliberate tone in his voice that England quickly picked up on.

"Oh, no, the sex is wonderful after all."

"Guys."

"He makes the sexiest little noises."

"Guys!"

"He gets red all over."

"Guys!"

"I just love to bite his-"

"GUYS!"

England and Scotland burst into laughter at the disgusted faces of their siblings, as the three of them blocked their ears or in the case of the two Irelands, blocked each other's.

"That was uncalled for!" Wales groaned.

"Eugh, now I'm- Ew, guys!" Northern Ireland shook her head rapidly, as if trying to force the thought from her head.

"You guys brought it up," Scotland snickered.

"Yes, but we didn't mean- Jesus!"

"Using the lords name in vain Ireland?" England gasped sarcastically.

"Oh give it a rest. At least I know what religion I am."

"Yeah, well-"

As can probably be expected they spent the rest of the night at that table drinking a little too heavily, until they were all found the next morning asleep in the centre of Stonehenge and arrested. Needless to say, England's boss wasn't overly happy at having to bail his country and his four siblings out of jail, as it seemed that at some point that night their wallets had disappeared and with them their 'I'm a very important man so you better let me go right now' cards, were nowhere to be found. It didn't matter that much though, it just gave England and Scotland more opportunity to thoroughly disgust their siblings, which was a little more fun than it should be...

The ending's a cop-out, I know, but I'm lazy, so this is what I got. Sorry bro.