A/N: hey! So, this is based of a tumblr post, that was not meant to be serious that said: "AU where all the countries are YouTubers." And I was like, you know what, that sounds Awesome! Tell me if this had been done before, and if it has I'm so sorry!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, other than my interpretations of Scotland, Ireland, Northern Ireland, Wales and the Isle of Man.

Disclaimer 2: I do not own "Viva La Vida" by Coldplay.

Characters in this chapter: Arthur Kirkland/Human!England, Alistair Kirkland/Human!Scotland.


Arthur sighed, plopping his lithe body onto his bed, face buried in the pillows. After contemplating whether or not it was worth getting out of the warmth of his clothes, he decided that he would probably need them fairly decent for the next day. Standing up, he stripped from his school uniform and decided to put on a black T-shirt - with 'Sex Pistols' and the Union Jack printed over the front - along with black skinny jeans.

He sat back on his bed, reaching for the laptop that was currently placed haphazardly under his bed. Flipping it open, he pressed the round button to turn the machine on. Placing it besides himself, he stood and reached for his acoustic guitar - which was also placed carelessly under his bed - and plucked a few strings.

After checking that all of his strings were in-tune, he placed it on his lap and leaned over for the laptop. He brought up iMovie, entering the words:

"Viva La Vida,
by Absolutely Invincible British Gentleman."

Admittedly, it wasn't the most amazing username in the world, but, at the time, all of the other names he could think were occupied.

Enabling the webcam, bringing up the recording app he had installed and placing his arms and hands over the guitar, he clicked the 'Record' button with his toe.

'5, 4, 3, 2, 1.'

Arthur ducked his head and smiled at the camera, waving shyly. He brought his hand back to the guitar and took his head out of view, purely out of self-consciousness.

Plucking the strings of his guitar, to the melody of Viva La Vida, he wracked his brain for the notes and lyrics, both of which he had memorised. Throughout the song, he mentally ticked off all of the notes he had played.

'C, D, G, Em,'
'C, D, G, Em,'
'(Em), C, D,'

"I used to rule the world,"
'G, Em,'
"Seas would rise when I gave the word,"
'C, D,'
"Now in the morning I sleep alone,"
'G, Em,'
"Sweep the streets I used to own."
'C, D, G, Em,'
'C, D, G, Em,'

'(Em), C, D,'
"I used to roll the dice,"
'G, Em,'
"Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes,"
'C, D,'
"Listen as the crowd would sing,"
'G, Em,'
"'Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!'"

'(Em), C, D,'
"One minute I held the key,"
'G, Em,'
"Next the walls were closed on me."
'C, D,'
"And I discovered that my castles stand,"
'G, Em,'
"Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand."

'C, D,'
"I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing,"
'G, Em,'
"Roman Cavalry choirs are singing."
'C, D,'
"Be my mirror, my sword, and shield."
'G, Em,'
"My missionaries in a foreign field."

'C, D,'
"For some reason I can't explain,"
'G, Em, C, D,'
"Once you go there was never, never an honest word,"
'Bm, Em,'
"That was when I ruled the world."

'C, D, G, Em,'
'C, D, G, Em,'
'(Em), C, D,
'
"It was the wicked and wild wind,"
'G, Em,'
"Blew down the doors to let me in."
'C, D,'
"Shattered windows and the sound of drums,"
'G, Em,'
"People couldn't believe what I'd become."

'(Em), C, D,'
"Revolutionaries wait,"
'G, Em,'
"For my head on a silver plate."
'C, D,'
"Just a puppet on a lonely string."
'G, Em,'
"Oh who would ever want to be king?"

'C, D,'
"I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing,"
'G, Em,'
"Roman Cavalry choirs are singing."
'C, D,'
"Be my mirror, my sword, and shield,"
'G, Em,'
"My missionaries in a foreign field."

'C, D,'
"For some reason I can't explain,"
'G, Em,'
"I know Saint Peter will call my name."
'C, D,'
"Never an honest word,"
'Bm, Em,'
"But that was when I ruled the world."

'C, Em,'
'C, Em,'
'C, Em,'
'D,'
'D,'
'C, D, G, Em,'

"Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~"

'C, D,'
"I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing,"
'G, Em,'
"Roman Cavalry choirs are singing."
'C, D,'
"Be my mirror, my sword, and shield,"
'G, Em,'
"My missionaries in a foreign field."

'C, D,'
"For some reason I can't explain,"
'G, Em,'
"I know Saint Peter will call my name."
'C, D,'
"Never an honest word,"
'Bm, Em,'
"But that was when I ruled the world."
'C, D, Bm, Em,'
'Fade...'

"Oh~ Oh~ Oh~"

He sighed stopping his singing and strumming before ducking his head gain and smiling at the camera, giving another wave, albeit hesitantly. He clicked the blinking, red button in the corner of the screen, and closed the app. Opening iMovie, he dragged the video from the cleverly named 'Video' section, placing it after the opening.

His videos clearly weren't hard to make, nor were they incredibly high quality, but yet, he had 276,582 subscribers and counting. He usually got comments about his accent, his voice, his skills... But mostly, his eyes. He really didn't know why, but his eyes seemed to be the main attraction. He guessed it was the fact that they were, admittedly, an almost unnatural colour, but he hadn't gotten a proper answer when he asked his friends, they either mumbled incoherently, or straight up didn't answer the question.

Going through the usual procedures YouTube forced upon its users, he waited until he got to the loading screen before putting his guitar back under the bed, which he had now decided would be it's keeping place from here on out.

A knock at the door pulled him out of the trance that YouTube's loading bar had put him in, he looker up at his door and stated that it was open.

His brother, Alistair Kirkland, poked his head into Arthur's room, his flaming red hair contrasting with the grass-green of Arthur's walls. Said blond groaned, flopping onto his back.

"What do you want?"

Alistair smirked, walking into the room. "Just wanted to tell ya that, you're girly singing is adorable!"

Arthur growled - legitimately growled - and turned to his second eldest brother, glaring heatedly and the Scot.

"I am not adorable. Nor am I girly." He practically hissed, baring his teeth at the Scotsman.

"Aye, of course not..." Alastair replied sarcastically, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against the wall. "Any comments?"

Arthur raised one of his, rather bushy, brows, sitting up and looking back at the laptop. It turned out that the video had stopped progressing and had been published. "Give me a second..." He trailed off, refreshing the page and watching the comments section. He gaped at the amount.

"How many?" Alistair asked, trying to catch a peek of the screen, from across the room.

"... Ninety-seven..." Arthur replied refreshing the page again. "Scratch that, it's five-hundred and seventy-six now..."

"Honestly?" Alistair gawked, walking over to his brother and perching on the bed, looking at the glowing laptop over his brother's shoulders. Indeed, there was a lot of comments.

"Aw! Me wee brother's famous!"

"Alistair- ALISTAIR, GET OFF." Arthur clawed at his sibling's arms, which were currently wrapped around his torso, in a vice-like grip. Alastair chuckled, letting go of the blond and walking to the door, stopping before walking out.

"Dylan said dinner's gonna ready in about ten minutes." He called, walking out of the door.

"Wait, I thought Patrick was making tea tonight?" Arthur asked in hope, hoping his Irish brother hadn't prepared the meal.

"He is! Dylan just wanted me to tell ya!" Alastair chucked, walking down the staircase, and, effectively into the living room.

"ALISTAIR, YOU ARSE!" Arthur shouted, burying his face into his pillow. At least nobody could muck up pizza... Right?


Well... Yeah, that happened...

tell me what you think! ^.^ next chapter will be comments on Arthur's video and Francis gets introduced! If you have an idea for Francis's username, tell me!

R&R.