Let goo of that and face me, fuckin' southern pansy! Oi.

_{[ He releases England once he registers that's quite the grip on that bamboo the blond has and he snorts, seeming in disbelief at anything England is saying at this point. Yeah, right. Forming a plan. England should know the harassment isn't going to lighten up anytime soon, and Scotland, in exchange, decides to grab his face and give it a good pinch and tug. ]}

You? Comin' up with a plan all by youself? Without the rest'f us? Ye cannae even come out of that bamboo on yer lonesome.

_{[ He recoils his hand and crosses both his arms over his chest, tutting. ]}

Ye act all big and tough but let's face it, without us, yer still just a wee bairn.

_{[ He doesn't really like being apart of the United Kingdom, but they're united for a reason and he might as well use it to his advantage as an insult against England.
It sounds like this might be a time for him to make an exit and he does step back, giving England some space and turning his back to him only to turn right back around and lean forward. ]}

Enlighten me then. What's this plan involve then, ay? The fuckin' Tardis?