Brothers and Diaries

Cht. 1

The two blonde bespectacled brothers wandered around their father's, England's, house. The brother with the longer hair and purplish blue eyes looked in fascination at all the old paintings that lined their fathers study. The study itself was huge, filled with bookshelves with books much older than both of the brothers put together. The shelves of books where set up in a library way, and at a raised part of the room, right at the end sat an huge oak desk with a matching old style chair with sewn on red cushioning. The table itself sung of history, and had ink stain's, an area that had once been an ink well, as well as marks that looked like a knife had been thrown into it. Behind it was a window overlooking England's vast garden, filled with roses and plants that England enjoyed. Not far from the creative display of roses was a large pond with a old statute in the middle of an regal looking women in the centre.

"I wonder who she was." The purple eyed brother asked

His blue eyed brother had been pulling books out of the shelves randomly and flicking through them. One surely had to be his father's diary, preferably about the brother himself. He just made a uh huh sound at his brothers question and threw the latest book he discovered to the floor, going for another one in the same motion, just for that one to land on the floor with a thud like its predecessor and it's sound amplifying due to the stone walls filled with elaborate arches carved into it. He kept searching, leaving mountains of books on the wooden floor, but didn't come to anything written by his father at all.

"Ah dinna ken ye wud be destroying yer faithers hoose when ah let ye in." A grinning red haired man said to the brothers after poking his head through the door.

The brothers had not been let into the house by its owner at all. In fact they had broken into it with the help of their uncle who was the grinning red haired man. He looked all of twenty five, but is in fact older than their father himself. His animalistic green eyes that seemed to glow shined with delight at the mess his nephews where causing.

"America! What are you doing? Papa England's going to be really mad when he sees this mess!" The purple eyed brother cried out to the blonde haired brother after being prompted by his uncles statement.

"Well I'm looking for dad's diary Canada. It has to be around here somewhere." Replied America to his brother.

Scotland's delight went from showing it in his eyes to radiating it in his face at the thought of finding his younger brothers diary for his sons. He walked in thinking just how angry England would be when his deepest darkest secrets, and boy where they dark, would be read by his two noisy sons. Scotland leaned against one of the bookshelves watching the brothers argue. Canada, Scotland's favourite nephew, was trying to get America to stop his destruction of their fathers study while picking up as many books as he could. America seemed to be ignoring his little brother and creating more destruction. As arguments went the brothers would do better to learn from him, Scotalnd, England and his other brothers if they wanted a spectacular argument. Scotland soon had enough of watching America destroying his brother's study, and after Canada's arms could no longer hold on to the books he was holding, and an avalanche of books spilled from his arms, Scotland stepped forward catching their attention.

"If ye want tae find yer faithers diary, ye chust had tae ask me." Scotland said sweeping in as if he was their savior.

"You know where it is?" Asked an excited America after Canada had translated for him.

"Ah wud be a lousy brother if ah dinna." Scotland said

He beckoned to the brothers to follow him, and before he reached the steps to the oak desk, he abruptly turned to the right, where a large cast iron and wood door stood. America ran towards it leaving his brother and uncle behind in his excitement and tried to turn the handle. His face immediately fell as the door was locked, and rather solid looking. America could probably break it down with his unusual strength, but the door was so thick and sturdy looking that it looked like even he would have to put some effort into it. Scotland laughed at his nephew's crestfallen face and pushed him aside.

"Whit, did ye think he wud leave it unlocked wi' brothers like me?" Scotland asked them

He pulled out the same lock picking kit he had used to get into England's house. It was elaborate with many small silver tools, and Scotland took out a medium sized object and fiddled with the lock. A satisfying clunk could be heard announcing the unlocking of the door. Before the brothers could rush into the room and cause havoc, Scotland held them back.

"Dinna tell yer faither aboot this." Scotland ordered indicating the lock picking kit.

After Canada had translated for America, they both agreed and America opened the door and the two darted inside the room with Scotland behind them.