Quick note guys: Italic is celtic, normal is english.

Warmth was the first thing that North felt. Not the overly powerful warmth that seemed to suffocate, but the kind gentle warmth that hugged you and caressed in all the right places. Yes. The type of warmth that made it almost impossible for hundreds of college students to get out of bed. It was a time of being lazy, that much North knew in his half sleepy light in the room grew brighter as the sun came up and North turned moaned and shifted in the bed as he turned away from the light. 'Sleeeeeppppp.' He thought and looked at his wristwatch to see the time. 8:25, he needed to get up at 10. North calculated that he had… a few more hours before getting up. Not wanting to bother to even do the simple math. His eyes closed again and he was halfway asleep when he felt something crawl up his leg. Annoyed that it was his cat or something (He named his cat Artemis, and he slightly drunk anyways) so he reached down and smacked the thing that had been crawling up his leg. He was still half asleep and didn't even really realise that he didn't smack something furry. Norths hand reached up and continued to hug the pillow, and the thing returned to bother him.

"Hmp!" He growled and smacked the hand away again and curled up into a tight ball. The thing kept on sliding against his skin and finally with annoyance, North sat up and gave the person who was bothering him a scathing look. Bright blue eyes framed by glasses spoke of their humor of annoying him and North gave the person a look over. Whoa. North looked at the taller man who was sitting on the bed that he was laying in and he had a red, white, and blue shirt and giving North a bemused expression.

"Oh no!" North moaned, and sighed. He must have taken a man home and had a one night stand with him. "Look, umm.."

"Alfred." Alfred spoke, his voice slightly loud.

"Alfred, last night was a mistake. A total mistake. I am sorry for the inconvenience." North frowned and rested his head on his knee.

"Really?" Alfred's voice was filled with amusement.

"I was probably pissed* last night and I don't remember anything." North explained.

"You did seem a little bit tipsy." Alfred tilted his head to the side and gave North a bright smile.

"Exactly my point, so lets never ever talk about this ever again."

"Aw, but you were so cute last night, I want to keep in touch with you." North blushed bright pink at Alfreds words.

"I am not cute!" North then pouted, his face still red.

"Sure you are-"

"Oy! Git, get away from North." Came a voice at the door and North looked up to see his brother leaning against the door frame and giving Alfred an icy glare of hatred.

"Aww Iggy this was getting to the good part!" Alfred jumped up and moved to his brother. North was completely lost.

"Wh-what the bloody hell?" Norths left eye twitched in irritation.

"North, meet the bloody git that carried us here." England sighed and then turned to Alfred,"You go get the frog up."

"It was nice talkin with ya~!" Alfred laughed and bounded away while England returned his gaze on his brother.

North was embarrassed. Purely embarrassed. He was blushing and kept on blinking in shock at his brother.

"What- where?" North was confused as well as blushing… HE WAS IRISH GODDAMMIT! He doesn't blush!

"We're in the hotel where all the other Countries usually stay, I don't stay here because the bill gets so racked up because of the idiotic fights I get into." England grumbled. "I made breakfast so get your lazy arse up and eat so we can go. I'd rather not have to introduce you to other Countries because they could possibly make you go to meetings and that would ruin your innocence." He explained as he ripped the covers off of North. That cuddling warmth vanished and cold air touched North's body.

"England! You are flipping evil, you know that?" North gave his twin a glare.

"Only because you're my brother." England shot back, and North mumbled a curse under his breath.

"Lets go." He stood up, and looked down. His skinny jeans were crumpled and so was his Beatles shirt. The only item he was missing was his shoes. He slipped out of the bed and took England's hand in his. "Just promise me that you wont leave me."

England tightened his grip. "I promise, bloody git." And led North downstairs to the kitchen to snack upon the tasty scones. Sure, they were a little black, but seriously! The taste of the scone blended together, and it was really good with a nice cup of tea.

North was munching on his fifth scone leaning over the counter to read the newspaper when England finally finished his tea.

"Lets leave."

North nodded and folded up the newspaper from which he was reading.

"Non! You are leaving already?" Came a french voice by the door and North looked up to see a tall man who wore colorblind clothes. He had stubble on his chin and wavy long blond hair (North touched his and remembered he needed to take care of his… and quick.) and he sauntered in like he owned the place.

A rose appeared in front of North's field of vision and he blinked.

"For you, because just a glimpse of you makes my day supreme." The man smirked and North just blinked.

"Erm… thank you?" He said and took the rose. North was a bit confused….. Why exactly was the man giving him a rose when it was his brothers national flower? Did he have them mixed up? No, he had long hair, and England had short. Maybe the man was an idiot…..

"Frog, we stayed, we baked, we drank tea. We are leaving now." England stood up and the man or 'Frog' pouted.

"I have only just met your brother-"

"Who says he is my brother, git." England grabbed Norths hand and started to drag him away. North knew his brother was bluffing, but he wasn't very good at it…

"I have not heard his lovely name yet." Frog protested.

"The names North." North held out his other hand to the Frog who kissed it.

"I am France, but please call me Francis." He winked.

North was horrified. Absolutely horrified. This was France. The player of all the Countries. The man who walked around naked. The one who tried to rape his brother a few times. The one who had… kissed his hand.

"ENGLAND!" He hissed in celtic, an ancient language that nobody could really understand what he was saying.

"I know. Lets go." England said and pulled him towards the door.

"Well- uh- nice to meet you." North twitched and then Alfred came in, blocking their way.

"Aww- Artie are you going already?" Alfred asked.

"Yes, now leave us."

"Why? The meeting doesn't start for another two hours~!" Alfred whined.

"Because we-" England started,

"-are getting my hair cut." North finished.

The two men had blood leaking out of their noses.

"Jumeaux*." France said in his language and dabbed at his bleeding nose. "I cut England's hair all the time, I could cut it for free." He smirked, and Alfred nodded.

North looked at England (Who was a stodgy, cheap man) and England didn't even spare him a glance as he nodded. "Fine. But only this one time."

"Oui, I will go get my scissors. America go get a seat for North to sit on."

"Sure!" And Alfred bounded away.

North blinked two times then did a double take. "Wait a second! You're America!" He pointed his finger at Alfred who smiled.

"Yep! I am the US of A!"

"Goddammit." North muttered. "England why do you like seeing me fail?"

"It's fun to watch." England muttered back and smirked. "It's payback for making me watch all that Dr. Who."

"Dangit." North cursed. "You know how scary those things can be."

"Yes. I also know that you don't like to be social and doing this will make you feel better. Plus, they won't know the difference between us because France has insane accuracy and don't tell him that."

"I hate you."

"I love you too Artair."

North gently touched his neck, and then to the shortened hair. It was messy and it hid the thick eyebrows…. "Thanks!" North smiled, and the three men (including his brother) who were watching him broke out in nose bleeds. "Are you alright?" He went over to his brother who was holding a cleanx to his nose.

"Yeah. I didn't expect that." England sighed.

"It's so weird that all of you did it at the same time! Is it a type of disease that I don't kn-" North froze, his eyes wide. There was a hand on his arse. It squeezed.

North collapsed on England. "Get it off!" He squeaked and England noticed France had his rape face on.

"Bloody- get your hand off of his arse!" England punched France (and he did not hit like a pillow sadly…) who instantly let go. England took North's hand and took the bright red face Country out of the hotel room and marched them down the hall.

"I do not like them." North mumbled, and England shot a look behind them.

"Me either, but it seems that we had landed on their radar." England sighed, and then gave North a hug. "I won't let them have you."

"Same here."

And they walked down the hallway to the elevator.

"I forgot my shoes." North stopped, then laughed. "But I can always get new ones." England also broke out in a smile and then laughed.

"We'll go shopping later."

The door to the elevator opened and the two stepped inside and pressed for the 1st floor. The two brothers just sighed while in the elevator. Their thoughts on something else entirely different on what the other was thinking.

'If France and America made a move, then that means they won't want to wait long. I worry about what is going to happen, but I will stay strong and protect North. Nothing bad will happen if he just stays out of their way. Do they have his address? I sure hope not otherwise they would ambush him like they did to me..' England thought, looking at his brother who was now the identical to him.

'I wonder what I should get. Should I get tennis shoes or get loafers. I heard that loafers are comfortable but old fashioned. If I do get loafers what color? Purple? Do they have loafers that are purple? Ha! I could add stick on eyes and call them Barney! Hahaha! That would be fun! Just to see England's face would be perfect, the scowl running away and a smile tugging on his lips before he starts to laugh. Speaking of which, what should I get him for Christmas? I know its in a few months but its never too early to start shopping for Christmas..' North thought, staring at the wall.

The door dinged and it opened to the lobby. Thankfully it was deserted, England didn't want to explain to anybody why there was a clone of himself next to him. As the two headed towards the door there was laughter behind them.

"Lookie here, Artart and Airy got toget'r! Matchin' haircuts as well" A familiar voice behind them spoke and the twins stilled. They knew this Country.

"Hello Scotland. What are you bloody doing in my Country?" North turned around and gave their older brother a dark look.

*jumeaux means male twins. At least it says on google translate…

So I am at home… in my PJ's …. sick. I hate being sick! It is really evil! And I am super sorry but I am not actually going to write smex. I will ruin the book if I do. I literally cannot write smex. I am sorry to those who had thought I was going to but I mostly rated this M because of the language and of suggestive themes. Sorry. (I cannot write smex for the life of me)

I am sorry that this is two days late, but I had to do a ton of school work and I hope that you will understand. I will get the next chapter up sooner, I hope.