France had decided his next move would be to stop wallowing in self-blame and tell Scotland. After all, the red head had demanded that France tell him everything and anything he knew about England's wellbeing, and the French nation had unwittingly promised he would.

So he found himself at the door of the Scotsman's house, nervousness plaguing him, joining in the broil of emotions he was feeling at the moment. Raising a fist slowly, he knocked, and grumbling along with some swears could be heard from inside the hose. The door was swung open to reveal the irritated red head, ash falling from the cigar that hung loosely from his mouth. "What?" He snapped instantly once his eyes landed on the blonde. "I, uh, came to tell you about something that happened to Angleterre." France replied uncertainly. 

Instantly, Scotland's attention heightened and he perked up. "What happened?" He asked, and France explained all he saw and knew to him. With every word, Scotland's forest green eyes widened, then he shut them as he tossed out the cigar, taking a deep breath. "Right, I'm going to that hospital." He pushed past the blonde, who groaned to himself. Scotland cared a lot about England, despite his attempts at not showing it. 

"They won't let you see him." France informed him once he managed to catch up with the red head, who muttered something along the lines of 'don't care'. The Frenchman moved to stand in front of him, blocking his way, repeating what he said, more firmly this time. Scotland pursed his lips. "Fine. You said this was because of the American Revolution, right?" France nodded slowly in response, and a bitter smile graced Scotland's lips before he teleported, giving France a start, who constantly forgot the British Isles brothers could teleport. After all, it took him a while to even believe they could do magic.

But he had other matters to worry about. Such as stop a certain Scotsman from murdering a certain clueless American, as without a doubt, that's what he was off to do.

Sneak peak to next chapter because the paragraph in my notebook ends here and I'm too lazy to improvise: 

"AH I WANTED TO DIE BY CHEESEBURGERS NOT LIKE THIS!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

"I DON'T KNOW, I ASK MYSELF JUST THAT EVERY SINGLE DAY!"

"Mr. Scotland, please stop strangling my brother."

"No can do, laddie."

"GODDAMNIT SCOTLAND!"