England love his new brothers and everyone would play nice with each other for England's sake but it wasn't long before the Battle of Bannockburn. They have agreed to keep England out of their fight but even though they are trying to protect their youngest brother, he can still feel the pain and he has front row seat to the fight.
"Just give up already!" Britannia yelled as he swing his sword at Scotland. "Never!" Scotland growled as he block the sword and knock his brother away from him. Britannia was sent flying away from Scotland and he's head landed on a rock, knocking him out. "Tsk, you're still hundreds of years away from winning against me." He said as he walk towards him, he might be at war with him but he still cares about his brothers and he has to make sure they are alright. He got onto his knees and gently feel the back of his head. "Good, there isn't any blood." He said as he stood up to leave when a dagger is swung at his face. "The hell!?" His eyes widen as he jumped back, there is no way that his little Albion wasn't knocked out! And he realised that he was right when he looked into his eyes.
Instead of the cold hard look that was in Albion's eyes, the green eyes that is now looking up at him is filled with fear and pain. "England..." He said softly as he walk towards him slowly. "Stop! I-I I can't let you win!" He yelled as he run towards him and slashed his dagger downward. Scotland dodged and the dagger is buried into the dirt under them. Out of all his brothers England is the only one he can't stand hurting. England continue attacking but none of it landed on it target, in fact most of the time his dagger is buried into the ground. "Come on, England. You must be tired so let's stop." He said calmly as he keeps dodging, glad that Albion and him had wandered away from where his men is battling before he was knocked out. "N-no! I won't surrender!" He yelled as he swing the dagger again, making Scotland take a step back, before dropping onto his hands and knees. "See now? You have tired yourself out." He sigh softly, he wonder what Albion has been teaching their youngster's bunny, didn't he teach him to know when to quit? "Now come on, I'll bring you back to your men..." He stopped in horror when his legs won't move. "What the..." He looked down and was shocked to see a magical pentagram until him that is drawn into the ground.
The minute England fall onto his hands and knees he starts chanting the spell while sending his magic to the pentagram. "I bind your feet from bringing you to harm me. I bind your hands from reaching out to harm me. So mote it be!" He pants softly as he force him onto his feet and dust the dirt off himself. Scotland can only stare in shock, not only was he tricked but England has done something he didn't thought could be done, he shorten a binding spell so much that it can be used in battle. "Please don't tell Britannia." England said softly. "He doesn't like it when I mess with magic." "That's understandable, it is a very dangerous thing to do." Scotland said after coming out of shock. "I hate this...why must we fight each other?" He look away sadly, he is strong like Britannia so he won't cry. "You know why, England. We have to do what our people want." He said softly as he watch his younger brother.
England look down at the ground long and hard before looking up at Scotland. "If...if I let you go will all the fighting stop?" He asked softly. "If you let me go before Albion wakes up." He said. England hesitate for a while before nodding his head. "I unbind your feet which brings you to me. I unbind your hands which protects me from harm. So mote it be." And the minute the last word left his lips Scotland was able to move freely again. "Damn. You're going to be a powerful sorcerer one day." He said as he pat England's head before hugging him gently. "I'm so proud of you." He whispered to him before running to help his men. England sigh softly as he clear the pentagram away before sitting down and wait for Britannia to wake up.
The war was over and the brothers were able to have a little peace between them, which couldn't come at a better time as it wasn't long before the Black Death reach England and spread all over. For the next two years Britannia and England lay in bed fighting for their lives and all their brothers can do is stay by their side as much as they can to try and keep them alive. They tried to make their brothers leave but they were stubborn and it wasn't long before they fell ill to. Luckily they were able to pull through, even though the black death would return in the future, for now they are working to help their people rebuild their lives.