Being a Kirkland Brother
Title: Being a Kirkland Brother
Chapter: Brothers
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA!
Beta: Standingontherooftops and Amanda for helping me increase my writing skills; Mittens for helping me collect information for the story and for being English
Pairings: Suggestions of all different ones… No main pairing
WARNING: Violence, strong language and adult themes… FRANCE IS A PERVERT!
Summary: This is a smorgasbord of collected tales about England's siblings throughout history. Laugh as we see France attempt to inebriate England and his brothers come to the rescue. Cry as you read about the brother's relationship as Rome tore into their land and separates them. Explore aspects of British history from the Welsh perspective and enjoy the cultural insights of Britain.
"BLACK SHEEP OF EUROPE! BLACK SHEEP OF EUROPE!"
That annoying voice wrung through Arthur's ears as he stood in front of the annoying, loud, garlic smelling Francis. Once again Arthur was bickering with Francis over something that neither of them could remember any more. It was the same each time they met, and most likely would continue until one of them was dead. The conference which had finished mere seconds before the two bitter enemy's battle of tongues. Very few remained to watch the now normal event of conferences that everyone had come to accept.
Germany, Italy and Japan stood quietly to one side of the room as the two began their battle of a thousand years, or at least it seemed like that every time they met up. China and Russia sat on the other side of the room near the door as they watched, yet again the Anglo-French rampage. Various other countries stood around the room ignoring the situation or leaving, wishing not to get involved in any more battles. Canada was quietly sitting in his seat next to his brother who was more likely to start acting up soon because he wasn't the centre of attention. America was laughing loudly as he listened to the two bicker as per usual and right on cue he would jump into place more wood on the fire.
"SHUT UP YOU WANKER!" Arthur exclaimed prepared to slam his fist into the Francis' face. "I'll rip you to shreds!" And with that said the fists began to fly never truly hitting the correct target. Ties where pulled tight enough to lose more oxygen in the brain, if it hadn't already run out. Shirts where pulled on the verge on ripping and shoes were scuffed as they continued their scuffle.
"Shouldn't we do something?" Canada asked with no response to his words, as per usual.
"I must say, England and France are fighting a lot more recently." Japan commented quietly to his friends stood next to him, while watching the fight to see how it would progress. Germany sighed.
"I suppose with the economy in Europe as it is, I'm not surprised they're so short tempered," Germany admitted and watched disapprovingly at the fight. Italy remained quiet as he watched his big brother fight England.
"I SWEAR YOU WILL NOT BE A PROBLEM NO MORE!" Exclaimed Arthur as he was about to attack Francis, he missed and in return Francis raised his arm to finish the fight.
"I WILL END THIS!" Francis called out just as he was about to throw his fist.
"LLoger! Ffrainc!" (England! France!)
The fight stopped and the attention of every person in the room was drawn away from the fight and towards the voice which had called out the unfamiliar words. Arthur and Francis halted their mini-war and turned to the owner of the voice standing in the door way looking very annoyed at the two nations.
"Paid ymladd yma!" (Don't fight here!)
Both Arthur and Francis recognized the language and the nation that had called out their names in their own personal tongue.
There in the doorway stood a young man about Arthur's height with light ginger hair. Skin was pale and his soft pink lips where frowning at the two men. His eyes shone an emerald green with stubbornness in his eyes which many had only seen in England's eyes before. The young man was slim yet under his shirt the muscles in the man's arms were proudly shown, but not to the extent that he was a show off. The man had his arms folded and stood his ground in annoyance at the two European men that acted like children in a playground in front of him.
At the same time Arthur and Francis called out the name of the young man who had negated their battle.
"Cymru!"1
Cymru, know better as Wales is a small nation sharing an island with England and Scotland. Cymru is England's older brother and has been with him for many centuries. Both are known to be equal rival to each other as England and France. Cymru is a small Celtic country in Britain, but don't be fooled by his size, Cymru is known to pack a punch when needed, well what would you expect from a warrior nation. Cymru is a nation known for its harmonious singing and moving poetry; in Ancient Celtic times being a poet was a highly respected job in Cymru. The national sport of Cymru, rugby, is known to bring out the warrior side in them. Not only are they know to breath fire like the red dragon on their flag but their also one of the only teams to ever stand down the famous All Backs (New Zealand) Haka.
All in all this nation is well respected in all of Europe even without its political influence on even its own land. There is only two things you should never mention when in Wales; First being, do not call them English. And second, do not mention Sheep Shagging.
"Cymru!"
There in the door way to the conference room stood Arthur's older brother Cymru, also known to Arthur as Dylan. Dylan walked into the room and over to Arthur and Francis. He looked like he was about to attack both of them. Dylan unfolded his arms and sighed.
"When will you two ever grow up," he sighed as he looked over the marks and mangled clothes both men now wore. "Pam fi Dduw!"(Why me God?) The Welshman called out in his own language. He turned his head towards Arthur and looked at his brother. "England look at you. You stinking!2" Cymru sighed again. "Well, we better go," He said and relaxed a little since he came into the room. Dylan gave a small smile to his brother. "Let's go, it's the weekend. Besides you owe me since this meeting went on for half an hour longer than it should have." No one saw that look in his eyes but Arthur. That look that said he wanted to leave and was very annoyed for having to stay longer than needed. Arthur internally smiled as he saw his brother was not actually mad at him but merely wanted to leave. Well what would you expect from Dylan, he was use to mines and open country field.
"Sure lets go," Arthur nodded and faded out the initial fight he had been having moments ago to follow his big brother home. The other occupants, including Francis, were pushed to the furthest reaches of his mind as he and his brother turned to leave the room. Dylan hadn't even acknowledged anyone else in the room that was until Francis called out.
"Vous voyez Angleterre! Figures the Black Sheep of Europe would follow the Gallois!3"
The room went silent as Dylan stopped dead in his tracks before exiting the room. Arthur and Italy both gulped as they heard what Francis had called out. Arthur gulped and closed his eyes preparing for the onslaught that Francis was about to inherit from Cymru. Italy ran and hid behind Germany and Japan, leaving both men confused as to what was going on. Germany and Japan didn't have a clue what was going on but the rage that was emanating quickly from Wales was surly something that could never end positively. Canada and America both leaned over the desk waiting for what would happen.
Within a second the smirk that was on Francis's face was replaced with a fist in the face by none other than Cymru himself. With a bit of blood dribbling from his mouth and an epic pain rushing along his jaw Francis flew to the floor and was crying out in pain before he could even register what had happened. All the other countries stood in amazement at the events which had just taken place in front of them. None of them even seeing the event. Only thing that mattered now was that Dylan now stood where Francis had been and that Francis was on the floor crying out in pain.
Francis looked up at the small man who had caused him pain. Dylan's eyes were a blazed with rage, far greater than anything he had seen even in Arthur. Dylan whispered words to Francis that he alone in the room could hear. Fear struck his heart as the words sunk in and the young man turned to exit with his brother at his side trying to calm the elder brother.
Italy moved from his hiding place behind the shell shocked Japan and Germany. Both still trying to comprehend what had just happened. America and Canada's jaw had dropped as they watched the Kirkland brothers leave the room.
"What just happened?" America asked slightly impressed by the damage Cymru had done to Francis but also slightly confused at what had turned the Celt.
Italy turned to America with fear in his eyes. "One thing you should never do, is called Wales a Sheep Shagger..."
Dylan and Arthur walked into the youngest brother's small mansion house in the English country side. Dylan had calmed down from what Francis had said to him but would not forget that in a hurry. Arthur closed the door and hung his coat up next to his brothers noticing two other coats resting next to his. Arthur turned around to see his brother walk into the living room. Arthur followed as he heard the sound of laughter hit his ears. He knew those laughs and Arthur smelt the air of the room. Alcohol. To be more precise whisky. Sounds like Scotland and Ireland where already there.
"Dylan you're a wee bit late?" Called a Scottish accent.
"Caewch dy geg!" (Close your mouth!) Dylan shouted at his brother. "Got any Black Dragon for me?"4 A laugh answered to Dylan's questioned. Arthur smirked as he heard Ian's laugh, just like old times.
Arthur walked into his living room to see his two eldest brothers sitting on the sofa laughing and holding bottles in their hands. Dylan was stood the other side of the room to Arthur just about to sit on the sofa next to Northern Ireland, Patrick. Patrick smiled at his younger brother as he sat next to him and gave little Dylan a pat on the shoulder. Dylan smiled at his brother and began a small quiet chat with him.
Arthur then looked over at his eldest brother sitting in the corner of the room in a big chair holding his glass of whisky. Scotland, Ian was sitting watching the two on the sofa and smiling at them chatting away. Ian looked over at Arthur and nodded to the baby of the family and turned to watch his other brothers talk. Arthur smiled as he watched Paddy and Dylan clink their drinks and joke about something he probably wouldn't understand in the old Celtic language they both once shared. Arthur would never learn or understand the language, he wasn't old enough to understand it fully, but he loved the fact they held on to what they were while they were still around him.
"Alright lad?" Arthur looked to see Ian watching him. "It's your house so sit down already."
Arthur smiled at his brother and grabbed a drink for himself and sat down. He listened for a while to Dylan and Paddy chatting away while out of the corner of his eye watching Ian chuckling to himself as he watched his younger brothers interact.
Steadily as the night progressed more and more alcohol flowed into the siblings systems and it wasn't long before one of them became far worse than what he should have been. Arthur had been forced into drinking for more than he had seriously needed to so he could de-stress. Unfortunately, Arthur could not have passed over a drinking game when Dylan had made a comment about his Rugby becoming pathetic over the last few years. With Ian becoming the ref of the game it had ended up with seven vodka shots and three paints of Cider only for it to end up with Dylan standing (barely) triumphantly over Arthur who was slumped over the arm of the chair about to pass out from the amount of alcohol that he was still not use to.
As Arthur lie face down over the arm of the chair, Ian chuckled as the little brother passed out. Arthur had never been good with his alcohol, ever! It was always amusing to see him in that state, but it was also annoying and Ian knew he would have to carry him up to bed.
"Well let's get ya to bed lad." Ian said and stood up to grab Arthur. As Ian had stood up he had failed to see Dylan who had caught his leg on the corner of the coffee table and fell backwards on to the carpeted floor. A massive thud had reached Ian's ears too late for him to see the Welshman lying on the floor next to him. Ian shook his head as Dylan rubbed his head and sat up. Dylan usually could handle his alcohol better than Arthur, but today it seemed that they weren't that far apart from each other. Ian looked towards Paddy who was chuckling on the sofa at how the little brothers where completely wasted. "You take Dylan." Ian commanded Paddy softly as he lifted Arthur into his arms.
Paddy nodded and walked over to Dylan and lifted him up before hoisting an arm around his shoulders. "Come on you." He spoke softly and helped walk Dylan upstairs. Both stumbled at bit from Dylan's unstable condition. Ian smiled as he watched his younger sibling struggle to get to the stairs let alone climb them. Quickly, Ian placed Arthur in bed before returning to help Paddy get Dylan up the last remaining steps and down the corridor his room.
After the two were put to bed Ian and Paddy were sat back down in the living room and looked at the remaining whisky that was left on the table. Both smiled at each other and nodded.
"Last one standing wins?"
"Let's go!"
Scotland, is a country in the North of the British Isles. He came to live with the baby of the family in 1707. It is safe to say that Scotland and England have never seen eye to eye. In the old days Scotland use to be a close friend with France and a big enemy to England. Famous for his haggis, Scotland certainly isn't seen in the typical British view, much like his other brothers. His relationships with Europe have always been pretty good and he'll get along with many people, especially for a quick drink.
Usually Scotland gets on well with his brothers but unfortunately since he is the oldest brother many of the younger sibling like to compete with him. Give him a drink in his hand or put him under too much stress and his bad habits will come out. Fried food and smoking. But apart from that he is a very nice person if not a bit stubborn.
Northern Ireland, certainly has never had the easiest life or the worst; more so he's had a complicated life. Recently his relationships with England and Southern Ireland has been challenging and stressing, but he has pulled through and now his relations with the two have balanced out, although he wish he could say that about the two brothers.
Being the youngest of the twins he certainly follows Southern Ireland when it comes to tricks on the other brothers. A lot of time though he does like to just go along with what his brothers do, just for the fact he wants to have fun.
He enjoys a good night out with his brothers, especially when there's a reason to drink. Certainly the charmer out of the siblings and is always getting the girls, but don't worry he's nothing like France. Southern Ireland knows how to treat people and you are more than safe with him.
It was morning and the house was almost left in silence apart from one little radio in the kitchen playing music with a male voice singing along to it. Ian wasn't a morning person and would usually have loved to stay in bed and wait for Dylan or whoever was brave enough to wake him up to have breakfast, but today he had woken up early. A slight hang over held on to his head, but it was nothing a cup of coffee could get rid of. He walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table as Dylan continued to cook and hum along to the music on the radio. Ian rubbed his head and sighed as the music made his head pound.
It was bad enough the hangover but to see Dylan dressed and cooking was making him feel worse. How Dylan managed to be wide awake and ready to go out was beyond him. Paddy was the same in a way, only it was lucky to keep him still at any point, Dylan was just too stubborn to let anything stop him from doing what he wants.
A mug of coffee slid its way into Ian's line of sight as he looked up to see Dylan smiling at him.
"You look like you need it," Dylan said softly not to disturb Ian's hangover. Dylan returned to his cooking and began to serve up the food. As the plates hit the table in came Paddy with a grumbling tummy. Dylan smiled his cheeky grin as he heard the noise and put a bit extra on to Paddy's plate knowing that he would need food today. Paddy tucked in quickly to the food while Ian took his time to eat.
It wasn't long before Ian noticed that Dylan was not eating and that they were one family member short in the kitchen. Ian smiled as he watched Dylan looking at the door way to the kitchen as if waiting for someone to enter. Ian knew who Dylan was waiting for... Or to put it better, he was waiting for Arthur not to turn up at the kitchen door. That would mean that Dylan could go and wake Arthur up. Dylan turned towards Ian with a small smile on his face. Ian gave a small chuckle and nodded.
"Go and get him," Ian said softly and took a sip of his coffee.
Dylan smiled widely, as if he had just won the Six Nations cup. Dylan put down his cup and briskly left the room and headed up stairs. Ian smiled and slowly eat the food that was on his plate. Paddy smiled and chuckled to himself as he clicked on to what Dylan was about to do. Quietly both waited for the noise that would soon come from upstairs.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG GG!"
Both burst out in to laughter as they heard the shout of their baby brother. Both wondered how Dylan had managed to wake up the baby of the family this time. It was a common occurrence the night after drinking for the Welshman to scare poor little England. Both Paddy and Ian had paid their dues when it came to Dylan's hyper state and now it was Arthur's problem... Well, that's what happens when you decide to take care of the Welsh. It wasn't too long before another laugh joined theirs. Dylan had returned while holding his side from the stitch he had gained from laughing so much.
"So much fun," Dylan sighed and poured a cup of fresh tea for the sensitive young man upstairs.
"How'd you do it?" Paddy asked as he finished his food.
Dylan smiled cheekily at his older brothers and gave a boyish giggle. "I knew Artie when France lived with us." Without saying any other words Dylan walked out of the room to play baby sitter to the baby brother.
1 = "Cymru!" - Wales! Cymru is the actual name for the nation, however other countries usually call the country by its English name Wales, even the Welsh say they come from Wales instead of Cymru.
2 = Stinking in Wales doesn't always mean that you smell. Sometimes it just mean you're dirty or that you're not tidy.
3 = "Gallois" - Welsh in French
4 = Black Dragon Cider is common drink served in Wales.