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Summary: After their father's death , four brothers are draw together each unique with their own set of problems. In the craziness that ensues, they discover what it means to be a family.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
Prologue
Even the strong flavour of the liquor couldn't get him rid of the vile taste he had in mouth.
Arthur Kirkland, 26 years old, writer by profession with a national reputation and self-proclaimed gentleman was sitting there, in the room's darkness and only the moon shining through the curtain and the candle allowed him to discern the prone body lying in the half-closed casket. He raised his glass his eyes never leaving the corpse.
"Well, at least now we know you had a heart seeing as he gave out on you, no?"
His strong British accent contrasted against his cold voice and venom-laced words as his words echoed in the empty room…Empty for anyone else excepts Arthur, as the man knew he was been watched. His gaze stayed on his father while he took another sip of his scotch, his father's favourite liquor, how fitting…
Thomas Kirkland may have been a good person…Somewhere…In another person's eyes, but in the British man's and a lot of those who knew Thomas, he was by no mean someone nice. The deceased was hard in business and didn't hesitate to ruin anyone who stood in his way, he never really was faithful and he did whatever it took to achieve his mean. But with his fame, power and money he was never alone. Arthur scoffed when he tough of all these suck-up at the wake who acted like a saint died.
Ridiculous, all those low-life liar pigs were a joke of human beings.
Slowly, he set down his half-filled glass and almost regrettably, he stood.
"I am sure you will be pleased to hear that none of your other sons attended…Oh, rest assured, I too wouldn't have if I wouldn't have been forced to host the stupid thing."
His steps were muffled by the thick carpet as he made his way to the ebony coffin.
"And now, everybody will come, claiming something from you. Popular even in death, aren't you? True, these two are coming next week, all because of you, you must be so proud to be the reason that we will all be in the same room…"
His hand rested on the open lid as he took his time to examine the man. He has high cheeks and a strong jaw, his eyebrows were thick, his hair a pale blond. In death, he has a serene expression, as if he was sleeping. It sickened Arthur. He sighted, before whispering more for himself than for the deceased.
"Things are going to get messy…"
But, as he slammed the top of the casket, only the resonant thump answered him.