Ireland whistled as he walked back home, and fumbled around for his keys. He opened the door, and shouted,
"I'm home."
Light footsteps echoed through the mansion as England walked down the stairs. Ireland looked at his brother with a lazy eye,
"Yo bro, I've done what you asked. I kept it quiet, and I've finished my report."
He threw the report file to England, and walked to the fridge in the kitchen.
"Yo bruh! How's it going?"
Scotland slide down the banister and wacked Ireland round the head,
"Owwww, Anyways, heya. Oh yeahhhhhhh...."
Scotland raised and eyebrow and smiled. Ireland laughed, and gave him a piece of paper, then left with a bottle of water. England eyed them suspiciously, shrugged it off and walked back upstairs to his room. Scotland laughed, and read the paper,
Dear Elizabeth,
I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone. Why did you have to go to that place? You could've called me first! I would've come and helped you...But you went and faced them yourself.
Look, here's the deal. I've already called all my officers to search and help look for you. You'd be fine. As soon as we get you back, I'll promise to take you to France, like you always wanted to. Just a few more months my darling, then you'd be free from slavery, promise you.
From your boyfriend,
England.
Scotland read the letter wide eyed, then Ireland came back slightly amused,
"You mean, BIG BRO IS-"
"Shhhh, god be quiet! Yes yes, he's the boyfriend of the prime minister's daughter. Don't you find it suspicious that he use to leave the house at awkward times dressed really smartly, and saying 'I have business to do?"
Scotland was thinking for quite a while, and then nodded,
"Yeah, quite suspicious. So, what do we do then?"
Ireland smirked,
"Well, we could work together..."
Scotland looked confused,
"Eh? I'm an informant, I can't hel-"
Ireland looked at him as if he said something really bad,
"Fine, I'll help, but information costs money."
He waved his hand in front of Irelands and Ireland reluctantly agreed, and took out his wallet,
"How much?"
"Depends how much info ya want,
10 for a few points
20 for proper information
50 for full research
150 for the whole lot."
Ireland grumbled, and took out £150, and shoved it to Scotland,
"Alright, money dealing sorted, I need the information by tomorrow morning, OK scottie?"
Scotland groaned and replied,
"Yeaaahhhh, wwwhhhatteeevveeerrr...."
Ireland smiled in triumph, and went to go to bed.
