America x Reader: Meeting Again Ch. 1

Chapter 1:

You took in a deep breath, squealing inside. Your big brother, England, was finally going to take you to a world meeting. You were just so excited, you were surprised that you could contain yourself. Though, really, you wanted to squeal out loud and jump around like a five year old.

You've just always wanted to go to a world meeting. England here though, never wanted to take  you. He gave you reasons though. He always said that they never got anywhere. Really, he would just fight with a guy named France and America.

You met America when you were younger. He was younger too of course. It was around the time when America was still England's colony. When England came home from the Revolutionary War, he looked terrible. All you could do was gasp and run up to your older brother. He started crying and brought you into an embrace. You remembered his exact words...

"Please don't ever leave me, _____. Please."

It broke your heart to see your older brother in such a broken state. He loved America with all his heart, you saw it in his eyes. Though, England said he loved you with all his heart as well, you knew he cared for America just as much.

As for France, you never met the guy. You didn't know if that was a bad thing or a good thing. You probably had a chance to meet him during the French and Indian War but England never took you to meet him.

More like he never let you meet him.

Really, you haven't met many other countries. You met America but that was when he was younger and you were. You two were actually pretty good friends but after the Revolutionary War, you never saw America again. You saw him a few times before the war but he was a bit bigger. You were still tiny as could be.

England just never took you to see him. You would bring him up from time to time but your older brother would just shake his head and say, "_____, eat your dinner."

You sighed, looking at yourself in the mirror. At least you would be able to meet everyone today! You were so excited, you were about to explode. You couldn't help but notice the stupid grin you had on your face.

You were currently still in your pajamas for it was only seven in the morning. You just woke up but, instead of being tired, you were wide awake.

You smiled once more at the mirror before leaving your room. You were off to the kitchen where England should be. He would be making breakfast for you, just like he always was. You smiled softly to yourself, walking into the kitchen.

"Shut up," you heard England mutter. You were suddenly a bit confused but when you looked over at the kitchen table, you saw none other than your other brothers.

Scotland was sitting at the head, smirking softly. Wales was leaning back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. Ireland was smiling, rolling his eyes before looking out the window.

"Don't tell me to shut up!" Scotland exclaimed, looking over at England by the stove. "What did I ever to do you?"

You heard your older brother scoff, a bit surprised. "Don't even get me started..." he trailed off, resuming to his cooking. That was when Scotland noticed you.

"Well, it looks like the little lassie is up!" he exclaimed. You giggled, everyone looking at you now.

"Hi guys," you said, waving to the three of them. They waved back, smiling widely. You heard England sigh but when you looked over at him, he was smiling nonetheless.

"You're still in your pajamas," he stated, wagging his spoon at you. You giggled, rolling your (e/c) eyes.

"And you're cooking," you stated, wagging your finger at him. "Isn't it marvelous?"

England chuckled, going back to his cooking while you took a seat beside Wales. "Hi _____!" he greeted, giving you a quick hug.

You couldn't help smile. You haven't seen these three in a few months and it was good to see them again. True, they always drove England up a wall but even he loved them. They were his brothers, yours as well but whenever you thought of your brothers, you thought of England first.

England was like a father to you sometimes. He literally was. You could consider him your father but you could consider him your big brother. England taught you everything you knew but you were the better cook. He wasn't afraid to admit that you were the better cook, when it was just the two of you. Around anyone else he wouldn't bring it up, he would just argue with them that his cooking was good.

To you it was and really, that was all that mattered to him anymore. You were his whole world and that always made you feel really special.

"Good to see you again, _______!" Ireland exclaimed, smiling at you from across the table. You nodded, sitting back in your chair.

"I did miss you guys," you stated.

"Of course you did lassie!" Scotland exclaimed, leaning forward. "We missed you too!" Wales and Ireland nodded in agreement and it made you feel so much better.

Then England came up to the four of you, setting plates in front of you. Your breakfast this morning consisted of eggs and toast. You smiled when you saw that yours were scrambled.

Your big brother knew you so well...

"Can I have some orange juice?" you asked England. He chuckled, nodding his head.

"Of course you can," he told you, going to get you your orange juice.

You heard Scotland sigh. You looked over at him to see that he had leaned back in his chair. He was shaking his head just the slightest bit.

"He really does love you, ______," he noted, looking over at you. "You're his whole world. Well, you are his little sister, you're like a daughter to him."

Ireland nodded, taking a bite of his toast. "I've noticed that," Ireland concluded. "If he lost you, it would ruin him."

"Let's not let that happen," Wales broke in, pointing his toast at Scotland and then Ireland. Wales looked at his toast in surprise, setting it down with a sheepish smile. "I was in the middle of eating it...I didn't mean to point it at you guys."

You all started laughing, right as England came back with your orange juice. He set it down in front of you, raising his bushy eyebrows in question. "What are all of you laughing at?" he asked, taking a seat beside Ireland.

"W-Wales thought his toast was his finger, Iggy!" you exclaimed, using England's nickname. He shook his head, taking a sip of his tea.

"Well," he started once everyone had started to die down. "_____, did you remember that you are going to the world meeting with me today?"

You nodded, a foolish grin on your face. "YES!" you shrieked. You felt your cheeks heat up at how loud you had yelled that but you just couldn't control yourself. You were so excited to go.

Wales chuckled, pinching your cheeks. "You got this foolish grin on your face," he noted.

"Looks like the lassie is real excited," Scotland pointed out. You nodded once Wales let go of your cheeks, still smiling like a fool.

"I really am!!" you cried, jumping up and down in your seat. "I've always wanted to go and now Iggy is finally taking me!"

England nodded, setting down his cup of tea. "I will explain a few things to you on the way, about some of the people you need to avoid..." England trailed off. Scotland chuckled.

"Of course, she definitely needs to avoid France if you want her to keep her innocence," he noted.

"She needs to stay away from all three of them!!" England cried, making you really confused.

"So..." you trailed off, catching the men's attention. "There are three Frances?"

Ireland started laughing, as did Scotland and Wales. You felt your cheeks heat up again but to you, it seemed like a reasonable question. England did say that you needed to stay away from all three of them so did he mean that there were three Frances or what?!

"No _______," England started. "France has these two friends. The three of them make this trio called the Bad Touch Trio. I want you to stay away from them the best you can. I'll explain more to you on the way to the meeting, don't worry."

You nodded, now feeling a bit uneasy about all of this. You did hear Scotland say that you would need to stay away from France if you wanted to keep your innocence.

Now you were a bit scared...

"Don't be scared, ______!" Wales exclaimed, throwing his arm over your shoulders. "No need to be scared, just stay away from them! When they are by you and have circled you, that is the time to be scared."

You let a small squeak escape past your lips. Then, Ireland decided to add on to that. "Yes, or when one of them has cornered you in a closet. Then be terrified."

This time, your squeak was a bit louder. Your hands were covering your mouth as Scotland opened his mouth to add on.

"Well, yes to all of that but if has you pinned to the wa-," Scotland started but luckily, England cut him off.

"SHUT UP," he screamed, standing up from his chair. "You are scaring the poor child to death! Now she'll never want to go to the bloody meeting! You're all just a bunch of gits who apparently like scaring their younger sister."

Ireland stood up, trying to defend himself and his brothers. "We weren't trying to scare her Iggy! We were just warning her about-," he couldn't finish his sentence for England cut him off.

"Yes, warning her about everything and almost making the poor child pee her pants," he stated, gesturing over to your shaken form. He glared at all three of them before looking over at you with a loving look. "Nothing is going to happen to you, _____. Just stick by me and you'll be fine."

You nodded, not knowing what else to do. You still wanted to go to the meeting, yes, but not you were scared. You really didn't want to meet France and his friends anymore.

"Well," England started, looking at his watch. "Go get dressed ______. Then we'll all go to the meeting."

Scotland stood up from his chair, picking up his dishes. "Go change lassie! We'll be waiting for ya!" he exclaimed, winking at you to try and make you feel better. You nodded, standing up from your chair to head back to your room.

You were still excited though, and really, you couldn't believe that this day was actually happening.