Summary: What happens when Germany decides to invite England's brothers to the meetings? Their progress is even slower, and the Kirkland family secrets are revealed, painted in anger and tears. In times like these, will they ever remember the true meaning of family?
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me, but the story plot does.
(A/N: Hello readers! Ergf . . . I'm so new to this. This is my first story, so reviewers please be gentle, but constructive criticism is always welcome.
I'm open for suggestions and requests too!)
Chapter 1
England was more than upset.
He was more than his usual grumpy self. Right now, he was angry. Extremely angry. And it was all that Germans fault. And the American! It was always had to be the American too!
He was standing up out of his seat and was now glaring very dangerously at the German at the end of the table. As if prepared for this kind of reaction, he completely ignored it. Finding it the best way to deal with the issue he was setting himself up for. For some reason, Germany had sensed it was a sensitive topic for the island. Probably some dominance issue. Since he was supposed to be the only representative of the United Kingdom, he must not want his brothers intruding. He kept his eyes averted from England's' and down at his papers, suddenly deciding they were very interesting. The whole room was quiet for once as England continued to glare at Germany, though, they didn't know why. It shouldn't be that big of a deal to get England worked up over.
Though, England was still very angry, he surrendered, and slumped down in his fancy chair looking very depressed.
'How could that bloody bastard invite my brothers to the meetings?' England thought. Now, he wasn't so angry, but for once, it wasn't a good thing. He felt a bad combination of emotions starting to overwhelm him. The biggest was fear. He was fearing allot of things, but most importantly, he was afraid of embarrassment. His brothers would surely torture and tease him constantly. Which is mush worse that Frances' insults, because they really meant it, and they were family! There was worry, sadness, panic, and anxiety, but they were there the same reason fear was.
England buried his head into one hand and leaned against the table. In complete misery for a few seconds. "Wait a bloody minute, I'm the representative of Great Britain and the United Kingdom! I should be able to handle them! I'm England For Gods' sake, I can handle anything!" He tried to give himself a pep talk, but failed miserably.
He was brought out of his failed pep talk, with a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder. He looked at the hand, then at the owner.
It was France.
"Don't worry Angleterre~" he soothed. "Your brothers have probably matured since you were kids, non?" For once England didn't snap back with a hateful insult. He just nodded, and straitened himself up to look more respectable, and conceal his concerns. Only France knew why he was so scared of his brothers arrival. They knew each other as kids, and he would often find England by himself crying about his brothers, or suffered injury from them.
America picked up on the strange behavior of France and England actually acted civil to each other. Not knowing how to react, he did the only thing he thought acceptable at the moment. Blurt out his thoughts, and pretend it never happened.
"England," he started. "I'm so excited to see what your brothers look like, yo! I don't even remember what the one that used to take care of me sometimes. What was his name? Sc . . . Skorty? . . . Skree-"
"Scotland."
"Yea! That guy! Thanks Iggy! I couldn't even remember his name!"
"Are they nice?" China piped up. "Or are they just like You?"
"Well, they're . . . Wait a tick, are you suggesting I'm not a nice person!" England yelled, slamming his hand against the table, slowly returning to his normal self. At this Italy spoke up.
"No! That's not what he meant! Your a really nice person! Just a little scary . . ."
"Honhonhonhon, if you want to see scary, let big brother show you!" France yelled out. And so, the meeting was now back to normal: extremely off topic. But England wasn't irritated this time, Germany was as always, but not England. He felt like he needed to get his mind off his problems.
~XoXooXoX~
As the countries dispersed to their various destinations, England decided to catch up to Germany, and maybe America after. To lecture him for not telling him about the letters.
"Hey, Germany." He called. "When exactly did you send the invitations out to my brothers?" England couldn't believe it. His heart was pounding! He guessed he was just hoping that he could have a few more days of peace before they arrived.
"Well, I actually sent them out a few days ago. I figured I would tell you right before they arrived." No. Of course they're coming tomorrow. England can never get a break, can he? "Tomorrow? They're coming tomorrow? Bullocks, this is starting to sound like some cliche teenage drama . . ." England thought. Then, of course, he got angry. "Why did you invite my brother in the first place! Especially without my consent!" Germany flinched a little. "Uhh . . . well, I do have to admit it was irresponsible of me to send them without telling you, but think of it this way. My brother is coming too."
"He's not like my brother's" England thought, clearly not satisfied with the answer.
"The Nordic countries are coming as well." What did that matter to England? Sighing in defeat, and seeing no reason to lecture America anymore, he turned and walked away, heading to his hotel room.
He stopped. "Inviting my brothers, heh." He laughed humorlessly. "Now the meetings will really never go anywhere." Then he continued walking.
~XoXooXoX~
After England had finished brewing his tea, he brought it to the bed and set it on the night table next to him. He didn't even know why he made it. He didn't feel like eating or drinking at the moment. He guessed the smell of it seemed to calm is nerves, even if it was only slightly. He sighed loudly, as he fell onto the overly fluffy, but very comfortable bed. A few feathers flew up, as he fell down.
England was a gentleman. He kept his private affairs to himself. His brothers were part of his private affairs. He was supposed to keep that stuff behind doors. that was part of the reason why he was so uneasy about his brothers coming, and showing themselves to everyone. He closed his eyes as his mid drifted into a memory not thought of for a long time.
"Hey! . . . Sasann!" Scotland shook England hard, rudely awakening him from his sleep. England awoke in a daze, confused to where he was or who was talking to him.
"Damn it! What the hell is wrong with you!" He answered pushing him very rough, and rolling him over five feet away, since he was sleeping in the field again.
Now he was fully awake, and curious. This was a fairly nice greeting from his brother. Scotland smirked, "Wanna see something cool?" The eight year old was weary, but said yes almost immediately. Scotland smirk grew, "Maybe you aren't so bad, heh heh. Come with me." He stood up and walked away, England gained his composure as soon as possible, and scurried after his brother.
After awhile of walking, England was getting very tired. Why haven't they reached their destination yet?
"Brother, when are we going to get there?" Scotland flinched at the word 'brother'.
"We are going to meet up with Chuimrigh and Éire" He said in an almost to nice tone. England didn't let it bother him though.
Finally, they found the other two. They called and wave to each other in very friendly manor. It was like families should greet each other. England was elated! It seemed his brothers had finally accepted him! After the warm greeting was done, they circled around England, with smug looks on their faces, which England didn't pick up on. "Ready to see that special something?" England nodded excitedly. "It's right over there." Scotland pointed in the direction of a very small well. It was short enough for small children to accidently fall into. Near the well was a football. England forgot about his suspicions when he saw it. Football was his favorite sport!
"Wanna' play?" Wales asked. England couldn't say yes fast enough.
For a half an hour, all way well. Four siblings playing football together until . . .
SMACK
Scotland "accidently" kicked the ball into England's face. As he removed the ball from his face, tears started to form. But when he heard laughter, that terrible temper of his came into play.
"What was that for you idiot!" He screamed. They all went quiet.
"What did you say?" Scotland gritted through his teeth as he got uncomfortably close to his younger brother's face.
Like a child, he did the only thing he could think of doing when he had nothing else to say back.
"Mum likes me better . . ." He said randomly. Scotland's face went pale. England hit a sensitive spot. He could swear he saw tears in his eyes, but felt no pity for him.
Ha started laughing. It was a crazed humorless laugh that scarred him.
"You . . . You actually think she loves you? She doesn't give a damn about you! You should hear the type of things she says, she prays that you'll grow up fast and leave her the hell alone for good!" his voice was rising.
"No she doesn't!"
"Yes she does!" He was screaming now, but now he whispered. "So enjoy all that 'love' now, because once your older, no one will ever love an ugly little brat like you." With that he mercilessly pushed him into the well. England heard his there two siblings yell for him not to do it. They argued with Scotland for a bit, but must've gotten bored and left.
When England hit the bottom of the well, the water broke his fall. There wasn't much in it though, but it was cold. England screamed angrily for at least an hour, but gave eventually gave up. At first England thought some one would come, but after a while he thought, why would they? After all, no one cared for him, And they'd probably be too absorbed in his sister.
He sat there and he cried. He cried because he had a chance to be friends with his brothers yet he managed to screw it all up, and there was no bathroom in the well.
"Hey! Is someone down there?" Someone yelled. England looked up to see a young boy, older than him, with wavy blonde hair. " . . . Bonjour? Do you need help mon ami?"
"No!" He yelled in a very child-like manor. "I can do it myself!" England heard him chuckle a little.
"Hold on, I'll get a ladder or something. What's your name?"
" . . . England"
"Bonjour, Angleterre! My name's France!"
(A/N: ERGF. I never like my work! What's wrong with me? I'll never reach my goal of 25 reviews! I know it's bad, but I worked on this for a LONG time, so I'm gonna post it! It'll get better though, so bare with me! (I thought it was too short at first, so I gave you guys a bonus flashback) I said this before, but this was allot of trouble to put up . . . just . . . putting it out there. I hope this was a very strong beginning! First impressions are everything. I like suggestions, and requests so fire away!
I love reviews *hint hint*)
Gaelic:
Chuimrigh - Wales
Éire - Ireland
Sasann - England
French:
Bonjour - hello
Angleterre - England
