make it worth his while, if he gives it to him.

doubts there's anything his brother can do to make handing it over any good to him. He kisses the pound proudly in front of Greg.

makes his way over, a hand soon placed on the small of Ireland's back. 'You don't know where that's been Ireland,' he says, although he's _

mostly amused. He looks at the pound up close. 'I think it's actually a fake, see the Queen. She's a little off.'

not overly thrown by Scotland's actions, but does tense up a bit when the hand sends little shock waves up his spine. He frowns, 'What?_

Don't be daft, you liar. It's perfectly authentic. You're just jealous.'

shakes his head, leaning in slightly closer to the pound. 'It's slightly squint. He holds a hand underneath it, using his thumb to point out

the imperfections. 'See here? It's been pressed twice...' He squeezes Ireland's arse, in hopes that he'll drop the coin.

'No it's feckin' fi-' He wasn't expecting the sudden grope and he accidently squeezes the coin so hard it squirts out between his fingers_

and falls to the ground before rolling away. 'Feck!' He glowers at Greg as he blushes.

smirks, pressing a cheeky kiss to Ireland's cheek before he goes after the coin. Picking it up mid roll, he grins triumphantly. 'You okay_

Ire? You look rather red.'

strides up to him and grabs the front of his shirt. 'Giv's it back, ye fecker, it's mine. I found it. Don't make me mess you up for it.'

stuffs it down the front of his own trousers, 'I have no idea what yer talking about Ire.'

's eyes glance down and he smirks. 'You t'ink I won't venture down there?' He chuckles. 'I'll give ye to the count of t'ree to give it_

back before I get it back myself. One...'

really doesn't look phased. Infact, there is a smirk on his lips. 'Maybe I want you to go down there Ireland... maybe that was my plan all_

along.' He runs a hand up Ireland's chest, resting it on his shoulder.

confidently unzips Scotland's fly. 'Well then, give this lad a medal cause he's getting what he wanted.' He shoves his hand into his_

trousers and begins 'searching'. 'Did it go in yer pants?' He murmurs when he can't seem to feel the coin. 'One way t'find out.' he slides_

his hand under his waistband.

tenses, hand grabbing Ireland's wrist. 'You cheeky bugger. Is this anyway to treat your older brother?' He's not going to tell Ireland the_

coin had slipped into his shoe, more concerned with the fact that Ireland has his hand down his underwear, in public.

never one for caring about public decency. He plays around for a while, a smirk on his lips as he gropes and lightly pets areas. Only to_

not find anything. Then again, he had forgotten that he was looking for anything for many moments. 'Hmm..the case of the disappearing coin.'

a little red around the cheeks, obviously after the heavy petting session. He had stepped closer to Ireland to hide the movements_

somewhat, and was now glaring at the Irishman. 'So it seems,' he replies.

proud at the reaction he got from him, and licks his lips slowly. 'And besides, I've treated you worse before..._

and I remember you liking it.' His eyes flash and his hand picks up a pace.

groans loudly, swearing under his breath almost immediately after. 'Cheeky bugger,' he grits out, tugging the other's hand out.

wriggles his fingers between their faces, chuckling. 'What's the matter, Greg? Not what you 'had planned all along'?'

pulls back slightly from the smell. 'Not in public atleast, Brendan.' He zips himself up, frowning at how uncomfortable he was down there.

folds his arms. 'Serves you right for stealing - from your very own brother as well.' He grins. Seeing Greg's face like that was worth_

losing a pound for. Then he wondered...is Greg wanting to take this matter into a more private place?

doesn't seem to be over the moon with Ireland at the moment, so Ireland would be smart to guess no. 'It wasn't stealing, it's my currency_

an'all.' He steps back, shoulders rolling to release some left over tension.

nudges him with the hand he only moments before had down his pants. 'Yeah, but I found it. Which means...' He steps up to Greg and says_

lowly, 'You should give it back, Scotty-boy.'

glares at the other, 'I think the grope you got just there is worth much more than a pound Ire.' His cheeks are finally returning to their_

normal colour.

looks him up and down. 'I didn't think it was worth a penny, brother.' He says simply. 'I deserve a refund if that's the case.'

looks the other up and down, 'This is compensation for being sexually assaulted by an ugly git, then,' he retorts, arms folded.

scoffs. 'Ugly git? Admitting you've gone to bed with an ugly git, are ye?' He folds his arms too, knowing perfectly well he's one of the_

most attractive nations around.

nods, 'I've gone to bed with worse an' all.'

snorts. 'Well, you might be alright with that, but others have higher standards.'

comparing worse to Ireland, so it's not actually that bad. But he's not about to admit that for sake of the argument, 'If you're done_

then...'

smiles over-sweetly and nods. 'Done. You may bugger off if you wish.'

huffs, looking peeved off. That may be because he's trurned on with nowhere to go. 'Gladly.' He stomps off, footing slightly awkward.