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"Come on Arthur! Were going to be late." France stated as he put on his coat. England looked to his two half-year old daughter's. It was the first time he was leaving them. He had skipped a few meting's but he really had to go this time. So who was better to watch the two little city's other than Scotland.

Yes.

England left his kid's in the care of his older (much meaner) brother. The Britt kissed his kid's forehead's and smiled to them.

"Don't worry. Mama will be home soon." he said softly. London's little arm's went up and England was about to reach down to the youngest of the twin's.

"Lad you might want to take off." Scotland stated. England nodded and pulled his hand away. London started to cry and England looked back to France.

"Do we have to leave? We can stay home. They won't mind. Or we can take the kid's with us." England stated. France sighed and walked over to England putting the Britt's jacket around him.

"No Arthur. We have to leave. I'm sorry Arthur. Now come on. The longer you stay the later well be and the more there cry." France stated.

"You have no heart." England stated. France smiled and kissed England's cheek.

"Oui I no. Come on let's go. You and the girl's will only get more upset." France said softly. England nodded and France helped the Britt (More like pushed.) the Britt to the door. "Thank you for coming and watching them Scotland." France smiled. Scotland glared at France and France closed the door. Truth be told. France and Scotland hated each other. The only reason Scotland was around was for England and the girl's. Other than that he hated the French man.

"So little lad's? What do you do for fun?" Scotland asked looking to the two girl's. They sat on the floor looking up to him. London had tear's in her eyes and Paris looked kind of confused. "Ok. Let's start from the beginning. I am your mother's brother. My name is Scotland. Also called Allistor." Scotland said. London started to cry and Paris started to cry due to her sister starting to cry. "Shit." Scotland huffed as he picked both kid's up by the back's of there footsie pajama's. "You two. Shut up. Stop crying. What do you want?" Scotland looked at the two and they didn't seem to be calming down. He softly set them on the floor and sat in front of them. He crossed his arm's and glared at them as he tried to think.

'How did I get Artie to stop crying when he was upset?' Scotland thought. 'Oh right. I kicked him out of the house. Ireland did all the work.' Scotland let his head drop and sighed.

"I'm not good at this shit!" he yelled out. "Screw it! I'm calling Ireland!" Scotland got up and pulled out his cell phone leaving the kid's alone and walking into the kitchen. He called up Ireland and waited for the younger nation to pick up.

"Yes!" Ireland yelled.

"HEY! Don't yell you old drunk!" Scotland hissed.

"Right! Hello Scottie old boy! What can I do for ye?" Ireland asked. Scotland huffed and looked into the living room. London started to toss her toy's around the room and started to scream. She was not happy. Paris sat there crying. Nope. This wasn't good.

"I need help. I told Artie I would baby sit the lad's but I can't get them to stop there loud crying!" Scotland yelled. Ireland was silent for a second.

"You called me over kid's?" he asked softly.

"Get you ass over here!" Scotland yelled and hung up. He walked back into the living room and started to pick up what he could of London's fit. She ran out of thing's to throw and started to cry and babble scream's. "SHUT UP!" Scotland yelled. He had enough of the crying kid's. Paris shut up right away and so did London. They sat there with tear stand face's looking to Scotland with look's of horror. "God you all are little shit's you know that." Scotland huffed.

"Shit." London stated. Scotland looked to her with wide eyes. "Shit!" she yelled. Scotland was screwed.

Time Skip.

England opened the door to his hose. He had left his daughter's with Scotland for three day's and he was just happy to be home. As he walked in the house his jaw fell open. There was mark's on the wall's, toy's were all over the place, and there was a hung over Irish man on his couch. The Britt's eye twitched and France walked in. He let a small smile come to his face. England walked over and kicked his third oldest brother off the couch.

"What!" Ireland yelled as he sat up.

"Were is Scotland?" England asked. Ireland let a huge smile come to his face and pointed into the kitchen. England walked in and really it wasn't a shocker. It was messed up. Milk was on the floor, food was on the wall's, more mark's were on the wall's, the leg on one of the chair's were missing, and there was a hung over Scottish man on the table. England was pissed off. "SCOTLAND!" he yelled. England's older brother sat up and looked to his younger brother with a confused look. France walked up next to England with a small smile. He was trying oh so hard not to laugh.

"What?" Scotland asked holding his head.

"Were in bloody hell are my kid's!" England yelled. Scotland ran his hand's though his hair and scoffed.

"In their damned room. Were else." Scotland said. He got up and England ran down the hall to the kid's room. As they got there was more mess. Toy's, Paper's, marker's, and more food. England was now passed Pissed off. He notice his girl's were fast asleep on the floor next to each other with their head's on the huge teddy bear's leg's. That made him snap. England backed out of the room and closed the door softly letting it click. He closed his eyes walked away from the door and then glared at his two older brother's who were trying to escape.

"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE YOU LOW LIFE'S!" England yelled. The two slammed the door shut and France was covering his mouth. "Oh don't think your off the hook." England said as he glared to France.

"What moi? Cher I was with you!" France pointed out.

"You're the one who thought it would be good to let my brother's watch them!" England hissed. France opened the kid's door and smiled.

"But their safe non? So then don't be mad." France smiled. England looked in and a smile came to his face.

"Right. At least there safe." England said softly. London sat up at this point and rubbed her eyes softly. She blinked and looked over to England. Her eye's grew huge and a smile split across her face.

"Shit!" she yelled. England smile fell and France fell on the floor cracking up from laughter.

"SCOTLAND!" he yelled taking off after his older brother.

To Be Continued...

Here it is guy's! Super sorry for how long it took me! School. That's all that need's said. I may be home schooled but I have to do the work! Ok! So here is the side story to 'I Don't Get You'. REVIEW! Thank's for reading!