Breaking Away-CountryHumans United Kingdom

Glaswegian Kiss

Haha, back at it again with the unique titles—
Anyway...

Quick Author's Note
So, hey everyone! I have published this book again. I hope it wasn't difficult to find this new chapter due to that. My reason for un-publishing it was for the fact that I couldn't save it and if it were to get taken down—due to these raids—I would not be able to get it back. Don't worry, it wouldn't be gone forever; I would rewrite it, it would just take a long time for me to be ready for it, not to mention a lot would change in it.
I started this book having barely any HC's on any countries. The Overseas Territories were more developed than any country, Yemen being the most developed and even then I'd still probably change some things about him. I finally do have an understanding of how I picture The British Isles (yes, just The British Isles) and, oh boy, it's changed A LOT. Like... SO. MUCH.
Even with this small tangent I went on—on the subject of saving chapters; I shall be attempting to save all of the chapters in Breaking away. It shall take forever and be a real pain but I'm going to try.

(I'm also experimenting with the use of semi-colons so bare with me on that as I attempt to understand how on Earth you use it).

Anyway, sure you lot are dying to read another chapter... I think... so... Enjoy!

No Ones POV
(There won't be a POV from a country for a while, just because I find it easier to write in third person in this book).

"You didn't exactly give warning that you would be this bad and I'd have to come." Argentina says, clearly not wanting to be there.
"Hey! I'm outnumbered, alright?" Turkey says in defiance.
Argentina shakes his head.
"You've gotta be kidding me." England mutters while staring towards Argentina.
Argentina gives him a cold glare back.
"Haha! Bringing back old enemies." Scotland says, putting on a psychotic smile.
Argentina turns towards him with a straight face.
"Intimidation games don't work on me." He says monotonously.
Scotland's smile falls.
"Oh really?" He says in a much darker voice. "Ah guess we're going ta have tae try something else with you then."
Argentina stays silent, not actually being able to think of an answer. He doesn't really care, he can see the country is wounded so that obviously means he has the upper hand on him.
"Wait... that was just an intimidation tactic? He's not actually psychotic?" Turkey asks.
Scotland turns towards him annoyedly.
"No and yes, depends on who I'm talking to." He replies as if it's a normal thing.
"Yr Alban, that's not normal." Wales replies in a bit of concern.
"Far ye, far me it is." Scotland says with a shrug not actually getting at Wales's point.
He regrets the shrug, though, as the knife wound causes him a sharp pain.
"Damn this wound," Scotland cursed. "If it weren't for it I'd be over there giving that bitch a Glaswegian kiss."
Argentina looks mortified at that statement.
"Kiss?" He questions, still with a mortified look.
"GLASWEGIAN kiss." Scotland yells towards Argentina while Wales holds him in place. "It means ah 'ead-butt ye in the nose." Scotland says venomously as he stays where he is.
"Oh, thank god..." Argentina says in relief.
"He might not be able to do that but I can do something." Wales says towards Argentina, who seemingly looks as though he could laugh at Wales.
He doesn't belief this small child country could barely leave a decent bruise on him. Sure, she's got dragons wings and horns but does that matter with her miniature size?
Surely not.

With that said, Wales spreads her wings open and promptly leaves the ground. Scotland tried to reach out and stop the small country, as he is worried about her. He thinks she has brilliant spirit, but that spirit might make her believe she can do more than what she's able. He doesn't grab her in time, though, and she glides towards Argentina. Argentina begins swinging his sword at Wales, Wales swiftly dodging the blade with strategic flying. Turkey struggles to try and help the Argentinian country but England still holds strongly onto him, pressuring him down so he is trapped.
Argentina continues to swing fast but Wales's gliding is faster and much more graceful when watching from afar. Where as Wales is so use to flying to a point she could fly for hours—gliding being even more easier—Argentina can't swing his sword for hours and it begins to show. As Wales notices his growing tiredness, and his most likely aching arms from the force of gravity, she dives down low and scoops up the still unconscious North from the ground. It's a lot harder than it looks but Wales manages to get away in time fast enough for Argentina only to slice her cloth fabric. She flies back to the spot she sat before with Scotland only...
"Wait... where's the other one...?" Argentina says between breaths glancing nervously around in front of him trying to spot the country which was now missing.
"Right here." Argentina hears the country whisper in his ear.