First off, Happy Birthday to England~! This is a birthday gift for Iggy~ This story was actually half inspired by a movie, and half inspired by my new favorite song. "The Young Victoria" with Emily Blunt was an amazing movie, and "Sleepsong" by Secret Garden is a beautiful song, I suggest both to anyone who has never seen/heard them~

Okay, now down to the good stuff! The list of characters/names in this chapter are:

Allistor- Scotland
Ailbe- Ireland
Ailill- North Ireland
Arvel- Wales
Arthur- England

I do not own Hetalia or the characters, except North Ireland! (A picture of him will be posted on my DeviantArt shortly when I finalize his design, and the other three are the famous designs from Pixiv I believe~) though I wish I could (seriously! xD)

Thank you for reading~ This will be updated as long as I keep the inspiration, along with my other up-coming story, "Nations Who Chase Lost Love"~

~Leo Baskerville~

The rain fell heavily in London, and the cries of the Queen could be heard throughout the midnight, all in the deserted streets. The cries were that of pain, an much louder within the castle walls, and four boys stood outside the grand doors of the Queens bedroom, waiting anxiously for the news that was to come. The cries slowly died down, and one of the few maids in the room emerged slowly.

"Allistor, your Mother is asking for you," she said quietly, bowing and turning on her heel back into the room. Allistor, the oldest and the only one of the four with fire-red hair, swished his black cape with gold trimming off his shoulders, adjusted his sky blue top he wore underneath, and entered the room.

The room was lit lowly with only the candlelight to brighten it from the night, and it smelled heavily of blood, thickening the air in the room. Allistor navigated his way through the mess of bloodied towels laying on the floor to the large bed at the back of the room, and the curtains draped over the sides. He took a short breath and pulled the curtains back, stepping inside and staring at his Mother with saddened green eyes. Her sheets were bloody below her waist, much like the towels on the floor. She was holding a newborn baby weakly in her arms.

"Mother," he said quietly in his Scottish accent he inherrited from his father, bowing his head when she looked up to meet the dark green pools.

"My son," she spoke with a failing voice, smiling weakly as she did do. "You have a baby brother, and I want you to be the one to name him."

"Name him? But, Mother, I couldn't-"

"Nonesense, Allistor. Please? For me? As my last with from you?"

"Mother, don't say that. It won't be your last," he spoke sadly, accent thickening slightly as the lump he felt in his throat seemed to block his ability to speak properly. He looked down at the baby in her arms, accepting him when he was offered.

"Allistor, you know as well as I do what will happen tonight. I wish one more thing from you. Because your Father passed, I want you to rule the United Kingdom in his stead, until such a time comes when the baby will rule as Queen of this country, with either you or his future husband as King. You understand, don't you, Allistor?"

"Yes, Mother, I understand," he could feel the tears beginning to fall, heating his cheeks.

"Take care of Ailbe, Ailill, and Arvel for me. Tell your brothers I love them."

"I will, I promise."

"I know you'll do a splendid job. Take care of my baby." Tears now slowly began to fall from her eyes.

"I promise, Mother," Allistor said, choking back a sob. The baby in his arms squirmed and opened his eyes for the first time, looking around and catching the eyes of his Mother, who gasped audibly.

"Beautiful...! Emerald green eyes, like you, Allistor, and your Fathers." The baby slowly lifted a hand out to reach for her, and the Queen did the same. They touched fingertips for a moment before her eyes closed and her hand fell back down limply by her side, tears slipping out from under her closed eyelids. Allistor leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead, sobbing silently and letting his tears fall onto her angelic face.

"Arthur. His name is Arthur, Mother. Arthur Kirkland."