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Brother Knows Best P.2

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GUYS THIS HAS THE SPANKING OF A TEENAGER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Antarctica squirmed in her seat uncomfortably as the meeting droned on. The sting wasn’t nearly as bad, but it still hurt where she wasn’t able to sit with any sort of comfort. She tried to refrain from blushing as some countries noticed, giving a small smile or chuckling a bit behind their hands. She huffed, crossing her arms and refrained from moving too much. Stupid England just had to go and spank her before the meeting, and she didn’t do anything wrong!

 

Yeah sure she had talked back, been a bit rude, decided to refuse to come in the first place, and cursed at him, but it wasn’t worth getting her ass smacked! And he blamed her for having a stupid temper. He was the one who always seemed to go straight to violence. Then again, spankings seemed like one of the only things that really worked on her. If she had been grounded to her room she would entertain herself with her laptop or phone. No seeing friends? She would sneak out or text them. For everything she had a “loophole” or protest.

 

She sighed, getting bored out of her mind. Something about global warming or whatever… and then America commenting they could move it somewhere else. A normal, vague, world conference. Eventually she even yawned, slumping in her chair a bit.

 

England glanced over, noting her rather rude attitude. He pinched her arm, making her sit straight up. “Don’t sleep in a conference Antarctica. It’s rude.”

 

To that she rolled her eyes, slumping in her chair once again. If she survived these dreaded three hours she deserved a freaking medal. No teenager could keep their brain focused on something for that long unless they were watching a movie or TV show marathon. Other than that, don’t count on it.

 

Finally she took out her phone and turned the volume down all the way before tapping Candy Crush, this was a much better way to occupy her time. Unfortunately Arthur had taken that exact moment to look over at her to make sure she was paying attention. “Annabelle Kirkland!” he hissed, grabbing at the electronic device, “Get off of your phone right now!”

 

She pulled her arm away, glaring at him. “Fuck off,” she snapped back, trying to whisper yet get the sincerity into her voice, “I can do what I want. You’re not my goddamn mother.” Her little comment was out of spite, not meaning to really insult him. She was simply sick of being treated like a little kid. When they took her to meetings as a child she would be allowed to mess with America’s phone, what was so different about that now?

 

England’s face turned pink as he struggled to control his anger. “Since you’re in a bad mood I will overlook your language. But while I might not be your mother, but I am your guardian. Now hand. Over. The. Phone.”

 

She stood up, waving the phone tauntingly. “Why don’t you make me old man? The great British Empire should be able to grab someone’s phone, right? Oh wait I forgot, that so called empire died decades ago. Oopsies~” She was merely trying to aggravate him, thinking he would probably just blow up and stomp out of the meeting like always.

 

Oh how wrong she was.

 

“Antarctica,” he got to his feet as well, “Give me the phone before I do something you will definitely not like.” Ann chuckled and feigned fear.

 

“Oh dear me please don’t do that!” she covered her mouth with her hands, “Please sir don’t yell at me until my ears bleed!” She then made them fall to her hips. “Give me a break. I’m not scared of you. You’re just some grumpy perverted old man that could kill the human race just by handing food out that was made by you. Is that something I should really fear, hmm?” She hadn’t noticed how everyone else in the room had stopped talking and the once asleep countries were watching with interest and/or fear.

 

“Oh I’m not asking for you to fear me,” his eyes narrowed, “I just want some respect. I’ll give you to the count of three to apologize. If you don’t well it’s your humiliation.” That last part should have warned her on just what he planned on doing, yet she ignored it and smirked.

 

“Oh really? Well then show me what you got you old git,” she made a ‘come at me’ gesture, “I guess we’ll see if you deserve respect.” He glanced at her cooly, an eyebrow raised.

 

“Are you sure you want to play this game Annabelle?” there it was, the human name, “Because I have mastered it long before you existed. I mean if you prefer going down like this instead of submitting well be my guest.” How he managed to be so calm surprised her, enough where she crossed her arms over her chest and glanced at him before scoffing and turning away.

 

“Whatever. I don’t give a damn. I didn’t even want to be at this damn meeting anyway. I don’t need to deal with this shit,” she gave a wave with one hand as the other stuck her hand into her

pocket, “If you need me I’ll be at home. Call me if something interesting happens.” But before she could take a step, her wrist was grabbed.

 

England leaned in close so he could whisper into her ear, his voice low and dangerous. “I will sit down and spank you in front of everyone here,” he said slowly, making sure she comprehended just what he planned on doing.

 

At the very thought of that happening, her face flushed bright red. “Y-you wouldn’t dare!” she stuttered, her mind reeling. The humiliation, the teasing, the never-ending embarrassment! No way would she be able to show her face to any of the countries without them reminding her about it.

 

“Well you can take that guess,” Arthur said dryly, “Either you believe that my threat is valid and decide to hand that phone over and sit down like a good little girl, or you think I’m bluffing and try your luck. Look at your options very carefully Ann, you don’t have that much of a choice. It will be your fall, not mine.” She bit her lip, weighing out the possibilities. Like he would really do that to her. She was way too old for a public spanking. The last time that even happened was when she got lost in the store at the age of eight.

 

She was supposed to stay close to the cart like any other child but she wandered off and hid from him for three hours at the fear of being in trouble. There was a call put out for her where no one was allowed to leave or enter the store until she had been found. When a security guard found her and brought her to the front four things happened. England first hugged her while babbling about how scared he had been, checked to see if she was okay, spanked her in front of everyone, then scolded her the entire way out of the store and home. It was definitely beyond humiliating but he had only done it on her panties, not full bare bottom. Though ever since that incident she had never left his side when he brought her to the store.

 

“Why do you have to be such a dick?” she finally snapped, yanking her arm out of his grasp and starting to stomp off. But then, she heard the voice that always made her bones freeze.

 

“What did you just call me young lady?” England asked quietly, his voice no longer calm but a low growl. After that she didn’t even really remember what had happened. Her arm was grabbed and suddenly she was staring at the carpet. She freaked out at the familiar position and her arm went out to steady herself from falling on her face. Everything was processing surprisingly quickly and she knew what was happening.

 

Bottom up in the air, feet on their tip toes, knees slightly bent, stretched over someone’s lap, and head down.

 

“England what the hell are you doing?!” she shrieked, her voice growing high pitched. He simply lifted her coat, humming to himself a little.

 

“Well you made your decision,” he then took her pants down so they were at her knees, “I’m just doing my part of the deal then. You don’t mind, do you?”

 

“Of course I fucking mind you damn pervert!” she hated how she couldn’t reach back due to one of arms being pinned to her back and the other keeping her from falling. But she guessed the Brit already knew that from his long history of correcting young nations and had perfected the art of corporal punishment.

 

Lucky her.

 

He tsked disappointedly and took her panties down as well. “My, my! It seems like your arse is still pink from this morning’s session. Isn’t that just a lovely coincidence? We’ve already got a head start!” She groaned as she heard a few giggles, glaring at the floor since she could turn to look at her brother in this position.

 

“Shut the fu- OW!” The last part was from his hand hitting her bare skin hard.

 

“I would watch that mouth of yours if I were you,” he said dryly, moving slightly so he could pin her right arm down and grab her hip at the same time, “You’re already in enough trouble. I really do think I might need to wash your mouth out when we get home. Don’t you agree darling? If you are so focused on trying to cuss me out when you’re already in a bad position then maybe we need to give you a new hobby. A dictionary to widen your vocabulary perhaps?” Before she could even open her mouth he delivered two sharp smacks to each of her cheeks. “That was a rhetorical question by the way.”

 

Her left leg kicked a little as he continued to smack her bottom, giving it a bounce with each stroke. “England this isn’t- ah! F-fair!” she hissed as the stinging grew.

 

“Not fair huh?” SMACK, “Do you know what’s really ‘not fair’ Annabelle? When there are bratty teens who just assume they can do whatever they want to their parents or guardians and get away with it. Whether you accept it or not, I do have authority over you. I signed papers, I own you. Now that being said that doesn’t mean you’re my property,” he hit her sit spots quickly, “It means you are in even more value to me. Not something you can get from just anywhere. What if something you learn could save you from dissolving into nothing? You try to hide it Ann but I already know,” his expression softened slightly but he didn’t lighten up from smacking her rapidly reddening butt, “You’re melting away. Global warming is melting ice and that breaks you apart. Now if you paid any attention to these ‘useless’ meeting,” he both cheeks hard which made her squeak, “You would have figured out that we are trying to discuss how to solve that as well.”

 

“W-well why should I even listen to y-your stupid rules?” she asked through her teeth, trying to keep the tears from forming in her eyes, “Y-you always tell m-me what to do. ‘G-go to the meetings.’ ‘Don’t go anywhere without t-telling me- a-ah! F-first!’ Face it! Your rules are stupid and pointless!” His left eye twitched and his grip tightened on her before lifting his hand high and landing in the center of her red backside.

 

“My ‘stupid rules’,” SMACK, “Are forming you into a proper,” SMACK, “Well rounded,” SMACK, “COUNTRY!” SMACK! His words, mixed in with the sound of his hand hitting bare flesh, rang through the otherwise silent room. She shrieked and trembled, her legs barely able to support herself anymore. She finally let tears slip down her cheeks, though it was hidden by her long curls.

 

“P-please stop!” she clenched her fist, “I-I’m sorry-!” She was cut off by him hitting the top of her thighs hard, making her groan in pain.

 

“Oh are you REALLY sorry though?” he raised an eyebrow as he repositioned her due to her starting to slip off of his lap, “Because earlier when you had said you were sorry you started to be Miss. McSassy Pants during most of this meeting! So how do I know if you are sincere this time?” She didn’t answer except for a few sniffles, shaking and unsure of why he had stopped.

 

Silently he pulled something out of his pocket, sighing internally. “Fine then… but I want you to count these last five out loud so everyone can hear. Understand?” He tapped the hard leather sole against the red skin, just so she would feel what he planned on using. When she had been getting dressed after her punishment he had grabbed the slipper just in case of a situation like this. He had been praying he wouldn’t have needed to use it but some things just can’t be avoided.

 

Panicking in realization, she squirmed a little. “England please! Not the slipper! I really am sorry! Truly I am!” she tried desperately, “I won’t make a single sound through the rest of the meeting! I’ll even take those stupid notes! Just please don’t use the slipper!” He sighed and tapped it one more time before whipping it down hard to make a CRACK sound.

 

“Start counting now please. I’m sorry Annabelle but the quicker you count the sooner it will be done.” She let out a cry and her back arched.

 

“A-ah one!” CRACK-CRACK, “T-two three!” CRACK, “F-four!” CRACK, “OW! F-FIVE!”

 

The last was more a scream, though it was just because she finally started to sob. He immediately shoved the slipper back into his pocket and pulled her underwear and pants back up, releasing the grip on her wrist so he could rub small circles on her back. “Sh… it’s all over… calm down darling… it’s done…”

 

Ann hiccupped as he let her up and sat her on his lap, rubbing at her eyes. “I-I’m really s-sorry…” she stuttered the best she could. He simply kissed her forehead, rocking her a little.

 

“So am I love… you know I hate doing that… despite what you think…” he glanced up and gave a glare at all the people staring, “What are you looking at? Can’t a brother hug his bloody sister once in a while? And if I see a single video or picture posted I will track you down and kick you so hard your entire population feels it. Get the message?”

 

Slowly everyone turned their attention back to Germany, a few turning their phones off and others quickly deleting what they had managed to get. Ludwig cleared his throat, a heavy awkwardness now lairing the air. “W-well back to our original subject then…”

 

“Did you have to do it in front of everyone?” Ann mumbled, messing with a button of his uniform to keep herself occupied. Tears still flowed freely, and slight hiccups were evident as well but she had to keep whatever dignity she had left.

 

He smiled slightly at the childish behaviors she was exhibiting and rested his chin on the top of her head. “Well I did in fact warn you. If you had listened to me then I would have waited until we got home and then the spanking would have been over and done with. But you just love being stubborn, don’t you?” he asked, glancing down at her.

 

“I’m a teenager…” she pouted slightly, “It’s my job…” He chuckled and stroked her hair comfortingly.

 

“Oh I see… well keep up with that attitude you’ll always be sporting a nice red backside. Now that sounds nice, doesn’t it?” he questioned, obviously joking around.

 

“No. Next time you threaten to spank me in public I am going to run as fast as I can, swim across the ocean, and go to America. At least he doesn’t spank me anymore… unless I really deserve it,” she added. It was rare for her to find herself over Alfred’s lap or bending over a desk with him and that horrid paddle of his but when she was it wasn’t good. He could hit twice as hard as England at some moments, but he didn’t make the punishment last as long. At sixteen he had spanked her only three times. Once for going to a bar, another time for catching her smoking with her friends, and the latest one was for finding some rather inappropriate or what he had described as vulgar links in her browsing history. Surprisingly, all three of those times were when Arthur had been gone.

 

He actually laughed quietly and kissed the top of her head. “Why don’t we join everyone else and you can get started on those notes, alright?” Antarctica gave a small chuckle, getting off of his lap.

 

“I was joking about the notes,” she reminded him, smiling. He smiled in return, though his eyes were slightly different.

 

“I wasn’t,” he tapped her still sore bottom, “Now do as your told. I would hate to spank you three times in the course of two hours. Don’t you agree?” At the touch on her bottom she squeaked and rubbed, glaring back at him before sitting down in her seat.

 

This was going to be a long and painful conference.

 

~The End~

Guys, this contains a spanking. Same as the first part. Don't freak out and have a panic attack. Okay? Now don't criticize me because of that.

Part 1: fav.me/d8j5ykv

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I can just image france sitting there watching it just going "ohonohnohon~! Angleterre is releasing some of his sexual urges~!"