The next three hours were spent with none stop talking about the problems in the world and what might be a good solution but in the end nothing got decided as soon as the subject of solutions came up all the different countries began to give their input causeing arguments to rise leaving the meeting at a hault and was to be continued in the following week. Now though the room had begun to empty; only a few people remained in the room. Mainly a group of people known as the united kingdom of great birtain and north ireland. Three of the four men were stood around waiting for the last man to join them, the man whom they were waiting for just happened to be clearing up the mess which one america had left of course the person we are speaking of is none other than England of course.

"Hey Iggy why were you and cymru gone so long when you left the room?" Shawn asked looking towards the small blond man, who was currently glaring at him half heartedly, with a childish smile plastered on his face as he waited for his answer, but instead of England answering it was Wales.

"That was because mr. Geniuse here had managed to hide himself and it took ages to find him again you know how hard it is to find him once he's hidden" Cymru looked at England again and laughed when he saw how red the brit had become at the mention of his little game of 'hide-and-seek'. Both red heads in the room looked around to find out what Wales had found so funny and both ended up laughing at their younger brothers' expence.

Once the laughter had died down a but and englands face returnd to it's normal pale colour the brothers began to leave the building. They went down the stairs in silence, it wasn't until they had left the building and went to the car park that the conversation began again.

"Hey brawd how did you get here? I don't see another car" wales asked and it was true the only car in the parking lot was albas' red camaro. England just blinked as if he didn't understand

"Oh I walked here, I don't own a car anymore to expensive with the price of petrol these days, it's not like I really need it anyway" was the blonds answer, waving his hand to dismiss the notion of him still owning a car. At this statement Alba's head shot up as if he was shocked to hear this, none of the brothers would blame the scot for his reaction, England's home wasn't exactly 'close' to London. Making the decision to be the driver for the day might not be too bad.

"Right everyone get in the car" he ordered pointing to the car he watched as north and Wales moved quickly towards to car turning towards where he thought England was stood he saw his youngest brother walking the opposite way. Sighing he did a quick jog to catch up to the boy and grabbed his arm "Your coming too" he said before he flung England over his shoulder like a bag of potato's and walked to the car throwing England into the back with Cymru he shut the door and climbed into the driver's seat.

"Right we are going to cymru's house first then Shawn's' house finally mine to get everyone's things then we will go to Iggy's and get settled no arguments" Alba announced as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove towards the Welshmen's house. It didn't take long to get to the welsh home in fact it only took a few minutes, as Wales ran into the house and began to pack north Ireland took this as a chance to sit in the back with Arthur moving silently into the back of Alba's car, making sure not to make too much noise, the remaining brothers waited in the car in silence. That was the plan until England's mobile went of making him and Shawn jump. Pulling out his mobile England looked at the caller ID and recognized it as France sighing he answered the phone

"What do you want Francis?" he asked

"Just wondering where you are anglaterre"

"And why would you want to know that?"

"Should I need a reason" this time France's voice was laced with venom as though he might have been offended by the brits' question

"Yes you should, you have no right to know where I am" England answered his hands began shaking with fear as he became worried should France start the insults again, next to him his Irish brother signalled that he wanted to listen complying to the request England put France on speaker without the Frenchman's knowledge and waited for a response

"of course I do Môn ami you are obviously too stupid to look after yourself even your brothers think so otherwise they wouldn't have come to the meeting today would they? Eccose must really regret letting an idiot like you take most of the notes for him-."

It was then that England decided that he didn't want his brothers to hear this carry on any longer knowing the direction in which these types of phone calls tend to go of in.

"Good bye France" and with that he closed the phone with a sigh of relief he looked up at his brothers Shawn looked like he was going to kill someone and Alba hid his face with his bangs but you could see the anger surging through his body when you noticed he was shaking and his fists were white. England looked down to the floor feeling ashamed that he had caused his brothers to feel angry again, at least Cymru didn't hear the call he would have started screaming abuse down the phone.

"How long has that been going on for Arthur" was all Shawn could say before he started breathing deeply in an attempt to calm himself down and attempt to not punch the next person he could see, considering he was in a car with his family members that would be his best option. England muttered something making Alba turn around and asked the question again "how long?" He growled out, his emerald eyes glowing with a rage Arthur had become accustomed to when they fought one another on the battle field. England gulped and said clearly "It has always been like that it will start off with just a casual call then it will turn nasty if I say something that he doesn't like or if he is just in a bad mood..." England's eyes became more and more glazed as he came to the end of his answer, by the end of his minor explanation he had completely zoned out, just in time for Wales to return to the vehicle, accompanied by the sound of two men moaning about where they are supposed to sit, Arthur just ignored the whole fiasco happening around him as he really didn't want to hear his brothers talk about what had just happened or hear how hurt the welsh man's voice sounded when he tried to talk to him again.

The drive to north Ireland's house was one of the longest drives in England's life with the awkward silence in the car he wanted nothing more than to just disappear unfortunately he didn't posses the knowledge to do so at that moment in time so he opted to just sitting there looking out of the window, watching the world pass by him. It wasn't until he felt someone touch his shoulder that he noticed he was being watched by his twin and eldest brother, he hadn't even notice that north Ireland had already ran into his house to get his things.

"Did you hear a word of what I just said to you?" Wales asked him from the front all Arthur could do was shake his head and look down at his lap muttering a small apology.

"I said once everyone has their belongings we are going to your house I suggested we all get rested up for the night and we'll decide what to do from there later on, maybe we could have a catch up day tomorrow or something if you're up to it" England nodded in agreement to this plan, he really didn't feel like talking tonight. Turning once again to look out of the window he missed the worried glance Wales shot at Alba. It was then that Wales got out of the car and changed seats to sit in the back next to England; Ireland would just have to deal with sitting in the front, not that England even noticed he was too deep in his own thoughts to even notice he now had a different presence next to him or that his left hand had been seized by his twins own hand, slender fingers wrapping around his own digits as he gazed out of the window into the nothingness his mind had placed in front of his glazed eyes.

His thoughts mainly on how is he going to explain to his family that he can't sleep because of the nightmare that always haunts him, about how France and America ALWAYS team up against him just because they could, how France constantly insulted him or how he had been avoiding eating because he doesn't want to be caught by said blondes on his own, he really didn't want to worry anyone, that is why he is in his current situation. He was once again dragged back to reality when he felt something wet on his cheek, lifting his hand he touched the wet line running along his face. He was crying yet again, he had cried more today than he had in the last 12 months. Thinking he might get away with it if he pretended he wasn't crying England carried on looking out of the window, missing the fleeting glance Cymru sent his way. Feeling the car set of again must have meant that north must have already returned and they were on their way to their last stop before he could return home and just pretend today never happened, he hadn't cried in front of his brothers, he hadn't shown emotion in front of America. Most of all he hadn't caused his brothers to worry about him.

"Right we're here come on I want everyone out of the car so you can help me with my stuff" Alba ordered, making everyone get out. Both Wales and Ireland grumbled things about 'not getting help with their stuff' but after a sharp glare from Alba they both shut up and got on with the job at hand.

England followed behind the group, not really knowing where he was going he just let himself be lead into the house; a small wooden cottage with two windows either side of a giant dark brown door. Once they were all in the house Alba turned and told Shawn to go get his clothing from the backroom and Wales to get his 'good' smokes from the basement telling them once they had done to come and meet him outside of his bedroom. He hadn't actually told England to do anything, thinking he had been forgotten England was about to ask what he could do when Alba spun towards him and beckoned for him to follow.

"I need you help getting something from my room, if you are wondering that is why I didn't give you a separate job to do" Alba explained as he began to climb the light brown stairs with England following close behind him. As they reached the top, Alba turned to the left and carried on walking until he came to a big dark coloured door; reaching for the gold coloured handle he pushed the door open. Telling England to wait outside Alba went through the door. Respecting his eldest brother's command England waited patiently next to the room, leaning on the wall for support. Listening to the curses and banging coming from behind him it made him imagine what his brother may look like inside the room, the image of an angry Alba shouting at his bed for tripping him up made England smirk a bit in amusement. It wasn't long until he heard a cheer of success coming from the wall behind him, signalling that the red head had found what he had been looking for. Turning his head towards the left Arthur was met face to face with Alba, who was sporting a fox like grin as he held a box above his head. They stood like that for a minute or two before the faint sound of feet ascending the stairs around the corner brought them back to earth turning their heads towards the sound both England and Alba waited for their brothers to arrive.

Wales was the first to arrive from around the corner with two big boxes tied together with duck tape, written on both of the boxes was a sign which read "Alba's property touch without permission and die". When Arthur had finished reading the box he snorted a bit, knowing how protective his brother was over his possessions. Alba just nodded to Wales letting him know he had grabbed the right box. Now it was Ireland's turn as he ran around the corner with five boxes which appeared to be falling from his grasp their destination, the ground, it was then that England sprung into action holding his breath he launched from his spot against the wall towards the falling boxes catching the top three before they reached the ground, gentling the 4th box's fall so as it wouldn't break wat ever was held inside. Letting go of the breath he was holding Arthur knelt down and placed the boxes he was holding onto the ground before going over to inspect the other box, checking nothing was broken. As he was doing that he didn't notice his brothers all looking at him with shocked faces, they hadn't seen England move that fast since their pirate days, they had all assumed that his reflexes had gotten slower in time due to him changing into a 'gentleman' and that he couldn't do move like that anymore, they stood corrected.

When England finally stood up he had a very faint blush on his face when he remembered that he had a crowed, he really didn't want to seem like a show off. Luckily enough his brothers caught onto his nervousness and just smiled at him before they announced that they were all ready to go. Passing two of the fallen boxes back to Ireland, England picked up the final two, ready to follow his brothers towards the car once again. As Alba led the way England couldn't help but wonder what was in the box from Alba's room, after thinking it over England silently voted against questioning Alba about what the box contained, hoping that if it did involve him Alba would show him sooner or later.