The Kirkland's had never seen eye-to-eye or managed to get along. Hundreds of years of bloodshed and internal feuds weren't going to change over night. Alistor, Caileen, James and Arthur all lay tangled in a mess of exposed flesh under a large union jack blanket. This was the only thing covering. Wales lay sleeping to England's left, Northern Ireland was asleep on his right side and Scotland was laid out across all three of his brothers.
James was snuggling a toy sheep whose emotionless face was caked make up. All four Kirkland siblings were completely naked. The blankets were dangerously close to revealing Caileen's manhood. The brunette's happy trail (and patch) was already visible. England was the first of the siblings to stir. He woke with a yawn. The British men felt a heavy presence on his chest and another body to his right. The blonde dismissed the other body and assumed Alfred had come earlier and just crawled in bed with him. As for the heavy weight on his chest he figured it was either the cats or that's just where America jokingly placed his bag. The British man was still quiet sleepy. Just as he was about to fall back asleep, he heard the front door swing open and an all to familiar voice call.
"Hey Artie! You awake?" Called his familiar American boyfriend.
England bright green eyes sprung open wide with surprise. He was not prepared for what he saw once he sat up. Arthur was greeted with flashes of blonde, chocolate brown and a deep fiery red orange. The black mage was desperately trying to remember when his brothers had come over…and why. Arthur was also holding back a scream. The youngest of the Kirkland's memory failed him he couldn't remember. He was mentally screaming 'what happened last night?' In his panic he hopped out of bed.
This was not his morning, because to his surprise and horror he just happened to be naked as a wee baby. The former empire quickly grabbed the large blanket and covered himself as he heard the footsteps continuing up the stairs. The cold of the morning began to wake up Wales and Northern Ireland.
"Aye what the hell?" Complained a grumpy Caileen as he sat there exposed.
"What are you all doing in my room? Naked!" whispered England still a bit panicked
"I-I'm …not sure," Commented Wales.
A light pink blush creped across James's face as he used his former snuggle buddy to cover himself. The brunette followed his smaller brothers' example and used the nearest pillow to hide his manhood. A flash of red hair sat up. Scotland was finally beginning to wake up.
"Dude is that you?" Asked America's voice from just outside the door.
Arthur was shocked speechless. The door turned and the American walked in.
"Holy Crap! What is going in here?" Questioned Alfred who didn't know weather to be confused or angry.
"U-uh…these are my brother's Alistor, Caileen and James" Arthur said nervously as he gesture towards the other three naked men, from oldest to youngest. The Irish and Welsh men gave a sheepish wave. The eldest brother sat there groggily and brought a hand up to his messy locks and ran his strong muscular fingers through it.
"Why are they naked?" The blue-eyed man's brow crossed in confusion.
'"I-I'm not sure!" said Wales and England in unison. "Cover your self Alistor!" They continued to below in unison.
"Fuck clothes I need a cigarette" Said the Scotsman groggily as he grabbed a smoke off his brother's nightstand.
"Nice to meet you. Who ever you are. I'm Wales but I guess you can call me James!" Introduced the other blonde.
James looked very similar to England. Though they looked similar wales had a sweeter face and the hair on his right side was longer. He was also a bit shorter then Arthur.
"Aye, I'm North Ireland. Though My Names Caileen." Introduced the Irishman.
Caileen had long shoulder length chocolate brown hair and light yellow green eyes. He was kind of a thin yet slightly muscular guy. Strangely enough he gave the American a two-fingered salute.
England was still confused and refraining from saying much. Wales nudged the Red haired man.
"Introduce your self Scotty." Ordered the third youngest brother.
"Names Alistor." Grumbled Scotland after exhaling a large cloud of smoke.
"So what happened? Exactly? " Asked Alfred.