Merry Christmas everyone! This is only going to be a short story, 6 chapters long at the most! Please review! I hope you like this story and this will be centred around Christmas, family and fluff! So no pairings, sorry!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own hetalia!
England sighed grumpily as he trudged through his house, throwing his house keys to one side. Man was he tired, that stupid meeting had zapped all of his energy. He glanced up at his living room and almost burst a blood vessel at what he saw.
Someone had turned his living room into a winter wonderland! All of his Christmas decorations were up along with his Christmas tree that he himself had wanted to do! Not only that but someone had ripped open his pillows and had spilt white feathers all over the place! He glared around the room before spotting the culprits. His brothers. He should have known.
There on his ruined sofa lay Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales who had fallen asleep contently on top of one another. He took them all in, staring at Scotland first who was snoring loudly, his blood red hair thrown messily around his handsome, pale face and behind those eyelids England knew his eyes were a darker shade of green than his own. He looked at Wales who looked exactly like himself, they were practically twins except that Wales had slightly darker hair and his build was similar to Scotland's, toned and strong. Lastly he looked at the youngest in their family, Northern Ireland whose hair was a lighter shade than Scotland's his eyes were also a lighter shade of green than all of them, freckles danced over his teenage face to match his teenage body.
He smiled evilly as an idea formed in his head and he sneaked forward silently, glaring down at his brothers who remained oblivious to the world. He sucked in a breath before letting it all out in one go. "Wake up you bloody gits! What have you done to my living room!" He screamed in their ears, stepping back quickly to avoid head butting them as they sat up straight, wide awake in shock before they groaned in pain as all their heads collided.
They looked around the room in shock and scanning for danger before they spotted him and grinned. He huffed, un-amused as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Why it's little England!" Scotland piped up, standing up and stretching his arms above his head as his younger brothers joined suit.
England's eyes narrowed further as he tapped his foot against the floor in agitation. "Of course it's me, this is my house! Now answer the bloody question! What have you done to my living room!" He demanded. Scotland chuckled as he and the others looked at the mess around the room.
"We made you your very own winter wonderland!" Northern Ireland answered, grinning up at him stupidly with Wales nodding his head beside him. England's face turned red in anger as he swept down and snatched up a white feather, holding it up in front of their faces.
"This is not a winter wonderland! It's a bloody disaster! Who's going to clean this up?" He demanded and watched as Wales stepped forward and plucked the feather from his outstretched hand as he looked lazily up at him.
"But England, don't you remember when you were a babe? You would be so happy whenever it would snow. Why would you want to clean up such a good thing that reminds you of your past?" Wales asked as he dropped the feather on top of the blondes hair.
The Englishman sputtered and flicked the feather off his hair, blushing at the memory of his brothers helping him build his very first snowman in his very first snow. He turned his back on them, feeling whatever energy he had left from the meeting escape from him "Whatever! I'm too tired to argue, just clean this up by the morning or else!" He snapped before scurrying out the room.
Scotland heaved a great sigh as he sat down heavily on the sofa, feathers flying up into the air from his impact of sitting down. "Man! That bairn needs to loosen up a bit, he used to be so cute when he was little!" He pointed out, Wales nodding in agreement as he warded off Northern Ireland from putting a bauble on his ear.
North stopped in thought before whirling to face Scotland "Wait! England used to be cute?! In what universe?!" He asked unbelievingly.
"The past" Scotland shrugged "Sometimes I wish he could be that little colony from many years ago, he was so adorable and the lad actually listened to me!" Scotland mused and was agreed with instantly by Wales who smiled in fond memory.
North grinned "Damn, I wanna see it now!" He exclaimed to his elder brothers who just sighed and shook their heads. Sadly that was not possible. They quickly changed the subject to how they were going to clean up the mess they had made as to avoid England's wrath.
Unseen by them was two small fae who glanced at one another and held small mischievous smirks on their faces. That sounded like something fun to do and life did get boring for fae with no one to prank.
The next morning England yawned sleepily as he gradually began to wake up, frowning at the loud noises he heard from downstairs before remembering just who was down there. "Stupid gits, it's too early to be making so much noise!" He growled, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and prepared to hop down but froze when he looked down. Why was his legs so short?
He gasped as he looked at his chubby toddler hands and arms, feeling his baby face for good measure before glaring to one side as he saw a flash from the corner of his eye. He watched as two small fae zoomed past him and through the open window. Those mischievous buggers! He huffed, they had turned him into a child. Oh great.
"England! Get your lazy arse up and have breakfast!" A thickly accented Scottish voice yelled on the other side of his door.
He yelped in shock when said door flew open so quickly and violently the youngest almost fell off the bed! Scotland paused in his tirade at the sight that greeted him. Big round green eyes was what he saw first, he'd never seen those wide eyes since England was a colony. He blinked in shock as he took in every detail about the child and almost burst out laughing.
England was now the size of a 4 year old in human years, this body was covered in a layer of cute baby fat, his messy blonde hair even more wild than usual and wide eyes have him a look of innocence. Scotland sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. The fae. Only they would do something as stupid as this. "Oi, Scotland! What's taking so long-" Northern Ireland stormed into the room and froze when he saw England. He tilted his head to the side and turned to Scotland with his finger pointed at England "Who the hell is that?" He asked.
England squawked and stood up on the bed to try and give himself height but the fact he was only dressed in an adults top that reached his ankles didn't exactly make him threatening. "I'm England you miserable wanker!" He snapped, crossing his chubby arms and puffed out his cheeks in annoyance.
North blinked in shock before a grin slowly spread on his face. England paled at the expression and immediately began crawling around the tall bed for the safest way down in his small form. But to no avail as large arms caught him and lifted him into the air causing England to squeak in shock as he began struggling, kicking his legs and hitting the chest he was held against with tiny fists.
"England! You're so cute as a colony!" North gushed happily as he hugged the struggling nation tightly and whirled around, the laughing of Scotland joined in which created so much noise that it attracted Wales who stood in the doorway, blinking slowly in shock.
"Release me right now North! I may be small now but I'm still older than you!" England screamed, jumping when North held him out at arms length and smiled up at him. England frowned down at the younger man who was turning him every which way as if to observe him, he looked up from the face to see Wales who had an eyebrow raised in question.
England swallowed his pride and reached his arms out towards Wales, blushing in embarrassment as North began poking his baby fat on his stomach. "North put me down! Wales get this stupid git off me!" He snapped at the Irishman who did not release him but just laughed at him.
England glanced over at Wales who was now right in front of the two and he reached forward, plucking the small boy from the youngest of them and he tenderly held England like a baby to his chest, tucking the boys head under his neck.
He glared at the other two in warning before stalking off with England squirming in his arms. This reminded him of when they were young and Wales would protect him, carrying him everywhere. "Thank you Wales, you can put me down now" England squirmed when the man just gripped him tighter and shook his head.
"Not yet, you don't want Scotland to get a hold of you" Wales warned as he carried the boy downstairs, their two brothers following behind curiously as Wales entered the kitchen and shifted his hold, using one hand to hold England close and the other to pick up a plate of food. He went into the now clean living room, the lights on the tree lit up merrily and he sat down, placing little England in his lap. England was sitting with his back against Wale's chest and one of the older man's arms was holding onto his waist.
"Oi, Wales! I'm not actually a child! Put me down, I can eat on my own" he snapped, attempting to crawl out of the others lap but was stopped and forced to sit still. He growled angrily as Wales brought a spoonful of scrambled egg to his lips.
"Say ahhh" Wales ordered as he tried to press the spoon into the smaller mans mouth but he just squirmed uncomfortably and dodged the spoon like his life depended on it. Well his life didn't depend on it but his pride sure as hell did! He could hear his other two brothers creasing themselves laughing as he turned his head this way and that.
"Dammit Wales! Your making fun of me aren't-" he spluttered when the spoon was forced into his open mouth, he'd left himself open to attack! He coughed and tried to force the object out of his mouth and succeeded but it left behind the food it was carrying. Immediately he tried to spit it out but a large hand clapped over his mouth and held his nose.
"Mmm!" He screamed behind the hand and struggled, lungs burning for air. He glanced up at the stoic face of his older brother whom he didn't believe to be so evil before this day. He was so naive! He forced himself to swallow and was sure his pride fled his body as his cheeks burned in embarrassment as he gulped in precious air.
"Now was that so hard?"
"You bloody wanker! I almost suffocated!"
"But you need to eat your breakfast"
"I can eat just fine on my own! Oi you bastards stop laughing!"
"Sorry my lad! But you looked so bloomin' funny!"
"No I do not you crazy Scot!" England swore when he saw the spoon approaching his face once more and did the only thing he could think of. He slammed his head back, hitting Wales square in the face. He smirked to himself as the arms around him released their hold as Wales howled in pain, allowing England to make his epic escape!
Straight away he jumped off the sofa and ran between his brothers legs as the two tried to catch the wayward Brit. "England! Get back here you lousy bastard!" Scotland yelled, taking chase while North took care of the injured Wales.
"So you can humiliate me some more? No thanks!" He snapped, running to the large Christmas tree and began running in circles around it, Scotland running after him with outstretched arms. "Why can't we all just sit down and figure this all out?! Why do you insist on treating me like a- wha!" He squeaked as he ran into a pair of arms and he looked up... And was face to face with an angry Wales, his nose red and eyes burning as he held England prisoner.
"England. We are going to sit down and you are going to eat your breakfast that I made for you. Understand?" He asked slowly, voice filled with repressed anger. England gulped nervously and nodded. An angry Wales was a scary Wales.
The older male nodded his head and sat down in the same way as before and began his task of feeding the Brit who begrudgingly allowed him to do so as to keep all his limbs. Scotland and North sat on either side of the two, North was wearing the largest grin imaginable while Scotland sat catching his breath.
"So what are we going to do about this?" The Scottish man drawled, looking at the Brit who was steadily getting more and more irritated the longer he was force fed. Wales looked thoughtful.
"It's obvious the fae did this but I can't imagine why" he pointed out, Scotland nodded in agreement while North tilted his head in deep thought which was quite rare for him.
"Maybe they were just bored?" They looked at him questioningly and he shrugged, grinning "If I had the power and I was bored one day I would totally do this!" He exclaimed and Scotland face palmed while England just looked annoyed as he chewed the last piece of scrambled egg and was now getting his hair petted. Wales was like some sort of mother hen... It was weird.
"Sometimes I think you should have been born as a fae" Scotland mused, his brothers agreeing.
"Aye I can agree with that" Wales said, hugging England to his chest who blushed and squirmed.
"A-Anyway! We need to find the fae who did this and get them to fix it! W-Wait what are you doing?!" His eyes widened in horror when Scotland hopped up and took out his phone, snapping pictures of the two. "Stop it! Wales tell him to stop!" It came out whinier than he intended but he hoped it would work.
Wales rested his chin on top of the blonde's head and grabbed his brothers tiny hands gently, bringing them up to cover the older mans eyes. "Peek a boo" he muttered, holding the now squawking Brit still as Scotland took more pictures.
"Oh this is so going on Face book me lad!" He exclaimed, his fingers flying over the buttons and no matter hold much England struggled he couldn't break loose.
"Stop it! I swear to bloody god when I get free I'm going to maim you all!" He roared, North covered one ear in mock pain.
"Wow England, for being so small you can sure make a lot of noise" he chuckled when England sent a glare his way. North glanced around the room they were in then looked outside the window sighing. "Hey England, why were you in the north east of all places? It took us forever to find you, you never come to your house in Sunderland" he asked, making the other siblings pause in their teasing of the now smallest male.
England sighed, running his hand through his hair in exasperation "That was the point, you weren't supposed to find me you idiots" he answered, not looking up so he missed the flash of hurt in their expressions. Wales loosened his grip and allowed England to crawl from his lap and sit independently.
"Why would you wanna hide from us? Do you hate us that much?" Scotland asked, staring angrily down at his brother who squirmed at the heat of the stares.
"I-It's not that I hate you it's just... I didn't want you to waste time to come and see me" he mumbled, looking away embarrassed.
"Why would you think we're wasting our time?" North asked confusedly and England flushed in anger, standing up and poking North in the shoulder with his tiny index finger.
"J-Just because! You don't need to know the details!" England snapped which made the others laugh, he was so transparent sometimes. It was obvious he did want them here but for some reason didn't believe they wanted to be.
"Lad, why-" he was cut off when suddenly the front door to the house was thrown open and loud footsteps sounded through the house and there appeared the last person England wanted to see. America.
"Yo everyone! The hero is in the house!" He exclaimed, his face lit up in glee and arms thrown into the air in what could only be called a 'hero' pose. He narrowed his eyes in mock seriousness and scanned the room until he spotted England. "It's true! I thought Face book had lied to me when I saw that picture! But then again Face book never lies!"
America gushed happily, showing his phone to the rooms occupants where the pictures Scotland had taken were shown.
All the Kirkland brothers glared at Scotland who grinned sheepishly and took out his phone and looked at the post, paling as he did so and allowed the remaining brothers to take it and look themselves.
Peek-a-boo! England frowned at the name of the post and glared at the picture of him and Wales 'playing' peek-a-boo and then read the post and comments.
Ah my little brothers are so adorable! Silly little England managed to get himself turned into a bairn again. Stupid bugger!
Comments
Country of love~ says: Ohonhonhonhon~ little Angleterre! I forgot how cute mon petite lapin is when he was a babe! I just want to eat him up! Big brother France will look after you! :D
Passssta~ says: Ve~ he looks so adorable! Does he want some of my pasta? Ehhhh Germany just told me he would love some! Yeey!
Country of love~ says: Why what a magnifique idea Italy! I'll bring some wine, I know how much mon petite lapin loves his drink!
I hate tomato-bastard says: Hahahaha! Stupid creep got what he deserves! Oi France get him so pissed he needs his stomach pumped }:D
I love Lovi~ says: No! That's mean Lovi! Little Inglaterra will get sick :(
I hate tomato-bastard says: That's the point tomato-bastard! Also change that stupid name you stupid tomato-bastard!
I love Lovi~ says: So mean Lovi :'( I love you so much, why would I change it?
I hate tomato-bastard says: Because it's embarrassing! Don't you call me Lovi! I don't love you! Like it says in my name, I hate you!
I love Lovi~ says: *cries*
Passssda~ says: Ve! No! Bad fratello! You made Spain cry! Ve don't cry Spain! I'll make you some pasta!
I love Feli~ says: Thank you Italy! See Lovi, Italy loves me so now I love him instead!
I hate tomato-bastard says: What? No you creep, don't you dare touch my fratello or I will squash all your home grown tomato's!
I'm awesome! Says: Kesesese~ how did this conversation get here?! And without the awesome me participating with my awesomeness?!
I love Feli~ says: But Lovi, Italy was so adorable as a baby so I can love him instead!
I hate tomato-bastard says: What?! Chigi! You can't have my fratello! Get someone else!
Passssta~ says: Ve...
I love Iggy~ says: Okay! I choose Inglaterra! You helping France?
Country of love~ says:
Ohonhonhonhon of course!
I'm awesome! Says: Hey! Don't leave me out! Lets get the bastard!
Carlin says: What's all this your planning for my stupid brother?
I'm awesome! Says: Kesesese! What an unawesome name! You really have no taste do you, Ireland?
Carlin says: Shut up! At least I'm not stupid like you! What sort of a bloody name is 'I'm awesome!'?!
Country of love~ says: Now now Prussia. Have you no tact? That's no way to talk to a lady.
Carlin says: Shut up you frog! Don't think flattery will get you anywhere! What are you planning to do to my little brother?!
I love Iggy~ says: Nothing Ireland! We just want to show our love! I'll see you later France, Prussia! Adios!
I hate tomato-bastard says: Don't believe him! He'll take the English bastard and keep him prisoner, just like he did to me! You stay away from all children tomato-bastard!
Country of love~ says: I think he's gone petite chien.
I hate tomato-bastard says: Don't call me that! Arrivederci!
Country of love~ says: Ah he's gone. Meet me at my place, Prussia.
I'm awesome! Says: Of course! My awesomeness will be there!
The best hero ever says: What happened here O.O
Carlin says: The bloody bad touch trio.
England blushed as he read the conversation and glanced up at North who was scowling as he read Ireland's posts, Scotland looked like he was dreading facing the bad touch trio and Wales looked like he was about to kill someone. England jumped when he was picked up, once again, and was turned around to face the grinning America who held him under his armpits and way too high in the air for his liking.
England didn't struggle in fear that he'd be dropped and instead held onto the thick forearms holding him up. "Put me down right now America! Before you drop me!" England yelled, attracting the attention from his brothers whose faces darkened and they moved forward to grab him from his ex-brother. America spotted them though and pulled the small boy to his chest so fast it almost gave the Brit whiplash but he felt safer now an arm was under his backside and was holding him firmly to the chest of the younger man.
"Ha ha ha! I wouldn't drop Iggy! I'm the hero remember!" America pointed out, holding the Brit with one arm and putting the other on his free hip, the smaller males hands clutching the fabric of America's shirt.
England was grinding his teeth angrily as he blushed when he felt the breeze up his shirt and realised... He had no underwear on. Immediately he froze before trying to pull down his shirt even more though it already covered him decently. "Put me down right now, America! I am sick and tired of being picked up and carried around like I'm a child!"
Silence. "But Iggy... You are a child" America pointed out and made England growl and begin to struggle.
"I may look like this but I'm still your elder!" He shouted which made America laugh his loud laugh before he held England at arms length and began twirling around, making said Brit to squeak in shock at the strange feeling and he held onto the arms in front of him. But to his utmost horror he could feel his shirt beginning to be lifted up by the wind and he decided right then and there if anyone saw his nether regions he would tear out their tongues.
"America! stop!" when the man just sped up England had to use desperate measures "Scotland! Stop this bloody git!" He cried and immediately was plucked from the laughing Americans hands and crushed to a new chest, blinded in the fabric he quickly ensured his shirt was covering him before glancing up at Scotland who was peering down at him in between glaring at America.
"Don't swing poor England around like that! Stupid American!" North scolded, Wales had rushed over to Scotland and England who were surprisingly calm, England still getting over his dizziness and allowed his brother to hold him steady.
America rubbed the back of his head bash fully "Sorry, I just wanted to make him happy, kids love that sorta thing!" He defended himself and North hummed before crossing him arms in a serious pose.
"He may look like a happy kid but he's still the grumpy old prude of a man as he was before"
"Hey! I'm not that old and I am definitely not a prude!" England defended before sighing loudly "Listen, I don't know how long I'll be stuck like this but I need some clothes, I could end up flashing if I stay in this shirt and around you four at the same time" he pointed out.
"Aw come on England, it's not anything I haven't seen before! Who used to change your nappies? That would be me!" Scotland chuckled evilly as he made England turn red in embarrassment.
"Same here" Wales said.
"Shut up! Stop embarrassing me you gits!" He yelled angrily and was surprised when Scotland didn't say anything more and actually put him on the floor where he stood bewildered before grinning happily. Finally he was free! He was about to make a run for the stairs when Wales grabbed his hand and held it gently.
"Oh for gods sake! Let go of me! All of you are clingy as hell!" He swore and pulled desperately but was pulled along with no effort at all by the older man.
"I'll get him ready and we'll head to the shops for some clothes. I'm trusting the car to you three" Wales ordered and smirked in amusement at the mock salutes and 'yes sir's' he got before the three ran off.
"I am not wearing that!" England screamed in protest as Scotland procured yet another stupid Christmas jumper that had a huge picture of Santa Claus with a speech bubble saying 'ho ho ho' that made England cringe. "Seriously Scotland, I need some normal clothes not all this crap!" They were in the changing rooms where he was being forced into 'cute' outfits.
This was the last article of clothing to try and every piece so far had been a stupid Christmas jumper, naturally picked by America. England jumped down and stormed out of the curtain and made his way towards his other siblings and ex-sibling. They were in town in TK Maxx and so far they had found nothing for him to wear. He decided to pick out his own clothes and snuck around his chaperones before Scotland alerted them with the signature Kirkland distress call, a strange squawking/squeaking sound.
He ran towards the end of the shop with all the children's clothes, ignoring the looks he got for wearing only a large t-shirt with no pants and shoes. He looked like some poor beggars child. He began his search immediately, grumbling and cursing the fae responsible the whole time as he struggled to reach the clothes he liked.
"Need any help there?" He jumped at the voice and turned around to see a young girl smiling down at him, her brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail and brown eyes sparkled in amusement behind her glasses. It was obvious she worked there and he looked at her name tag, Sophie. "Do you not have anyone with you?" She asked, keeling down to his level and smiled slightly.
He nodded and pointed towards the changing rooms where his siblings and America were currently freaking out looking for him "My stupid brothers and... Their friend. They keep trying to get me Christmas jumpers but I want normal clothes" he explained grumpily. Sophie giggled to herself and smiled kindly at him.
"They do look very excitable but won't they be worried about you?" She asked and glanced towards the furious men who were now running all around, looking for the wayward boy.
"They'll be fine, I just want some clothes and I'll return to them I promise" he told the girl who pursed her lips in thought before nodded unsure as she glanced over at the men. England's eyes softened at the conflicted look on the girls face, he hated seeing anyone born in his country sad. "Okay okay, call them over here but promise to convince them to buy me normal clothes" England lectured the girl who smiled happily.
She reached out and ruffled his already messy hair affectionately "You are such a smart kid! You have better manners than my younger brother and he's 15!" She chuckled before standing up and taking his hand and began leading him towards his brothers and America who was currently scaring the life out of an elderly woman. England forced a smile on his face and allowed the young girl to lead him like a child but dammit was he embarrassed!
"Excuse me? Are you with this young lad?" She asked, directing the question toward Scotland who snapped his attention to her and glared at England who shuffled uncomfortably at the stare.
"Eng-! I mean Arthur! What were you thinking running off like that!" Scotland growled and picked up the boy, holding him close to ensure no escape.
"I was thinking to get away from you! I don't want bloody Christmas jumpers I want normal clothes!" He snapped, struggling slightly. They had now attracted the attention of North, Wales and America who came running.
"I don't care why you did it! We almost had a heart attack!" Scotland snapped at him which made Sophie blink in slight shock as she watched the small boy be berated in many different accents.
England huffed, annoyed as America began whining at him and held up another 'cute' Christmas jumper then he remembered Sophie who was giggling slightly but was glancing at America with a slight blush on her face. "Hey, Sophie right? Didn't you promise to convince these gits to get me normal clothes?" He asked.
She blinked again but smiled and nodded, stepping in the direction of the normal clothes finally catching the attention of the countries who stared at her. "E-Erm. Arthur asked me to tell you all that he doesn't want Christmas clothes and in exchange for this I was allowed to bring him back to you" she explained and got smiles all around.
"Ah so you got my little bro to come back to us?" Wales mused, nodding and began to follow the girl who led the group towards the clothes where she'd found the boy in the first place.
"Here, I found him trying to get these" she pointed out the clothes Arthur had shown her and the men looked thoughtful for a moment before they all had their own reactions.
"Hm, whatever gets the bloody git to stop running away" Scotland.
"If these are what he wants then I see nothing wrong with it" Wales.
"Noo! It's Christmas! Where's your Christmas spirit Artie! You need to have Christmas clothes!" Both North and America complained, earning glares from the three in favour of the normal clothes.
"I know it's bloody Christmas but I want normal clothes too! Not those stupid things!" England snapped, crossing his arms and frowning when America continued his whining and held out a hideous jumper designed to look like a Christmas tree.
"But this is so cute!" He insisted and got a funny look off England.
"What's your definition of cute?! That's hideous!" England ranted, making Sophie feel uncomfortable and didn't really know what to do as the two continued arguing. She jumped when she felt a hand on her elbow and turned to see Wales staring down at her.
"Sophie, correct?" He asked and she nodded. "My name is Dylan, ignore my stupid brothers if you would. Now could you show me the clothes Arthur wanted?" He asked and pointed at the hangers, happy that she could do something useful and actually in her job description she began helping Wales sort out the clothes England had pointed to and adding a few more that Wales thought he would like.
"So you're not from here are you?" She asked, trying to make conversation. Wales lifted an eyebrow in question and she got a bit flustered "I-I don't mean to pry but... It's a bit strange to hear so many different accents for one family" she pointed out.
"Yes we don't originate in Sunderland. I come from Wales and my two adult brothers are from Scotland and Northern Ireland. Little Arthur is from England but not this region" he explained. She hummed as she began helping him look at shoes for the now red in the face England.
"What about the American man?" She asked, blushing and looking at said man curiously as he stood laughing while trying to force the Christmas tree shirt on the small boy with Scotland helping out.
"Oh Alfred? You could say he's a... friend of the family" Wales muttered and took notice of how flustered the poor girl got.
"O-oh cool... I've never met an American before" she confessed as they finished up picking out shoes.
"What?! Are there no American people here?!" The loud obnoxious voice of America came, he was now standing directly in front of Sophie who looking like she was about to faint as she shook her head. "Eh? Why not?!" He asked, gripping her upper arms and his face was full of surprise "How do you Brits survive without a hero?!" He asked.
"Idiot! Us 'Brits' survive just fine without there needing to be Americans everywhere!" Scotland snapped angrily and all his brothers surprisingly agreed with him.
America pouted at this and looked around the shop at the other Mackem's walking as far away from him as possible.
"Eh? But who saves you when you're in need?!" America asked the girl who looked positively uncomfortable. Wales sighed as he stepped forward, hands full of clothes and other bits for England and made the most annoyed expression towards the American who was attracting way to much attention towards them, children were pointing and laughing with adults smirking to themselves and some looking downright miserable.
"Alfred, let go of this girl and be quiet for at least five minutes. We are going to buy these clothes then return home" he ordered, making America yelp and release Sophie who looked dazed but smiled at Wales in gratitude.
"Thank you Dylan! I have a little brother called that too but you're way nicer" she giggled to herself "Is there anything else I can help you with?" she asked politely but the group just shook their heads. "Okay, I'll be going then! Merry Christmas and a happy new year!" she wished them and waved before heading off towards another group in need of her assistance.
"Bye bye!" America yelled, waving cheerfully as the group headed over to the till and began piling the clothes on the till. America whistled to himself as he slyly placed Christmas clothes to the pile with North being his lookout. Soon the group had bought enough clothes to last England a year, their hands full of bags so much so that England could walk by himself since no one could carry him.
"Finally! I can be free!" he joked happily, tempted to run around in circles in glee but reigned it in. Scotland snorted and glanced towards the boys bare feet.
"Not quite yet my lad, I'm not letting you walk outside in bare feet" he warned, making the group pause in remembrance before they all stopped at the threshold of the door and kneeled to England's level, staring at his tiny bare feet.
"We almost forgot! What sort of parents are we Scotty!" North cried, leaving his bags on the floor and wrapped his arms around England like a doting mother pretending to wail in grief. England squawked and struggled.
"Shut up you idiot! You're not my mother!" England shouted but the Irishman was joined by Scotland who mimicked North and made strange noises, apparently he was 'crying'.
"Oh what sort of a father am I! My poor bairn! What if you stepped on some glass on the dirty floor!" he wailed loudly, making the townspeople turn and glare at him for calling their floor dirty. England looked around anxiously as people began staring at them and scowling as Scotland continued slagging off their city centre.
"Shut up! Stop offending my people dammit!" he hissed and brought his brothers to their senses, making them stop their acting and chuckle nervously and hold their hands up in surrender. "Just give me some shoes" England muttered as he began riffling through the bags, pulling out a pair of blue socks and small shoes.
Wales nodded and began taking the tags and stickers off the chosen items and made the boy sit down, pulling on the socks then the shoes all the while ignoring the struggling of England who kept insisting to do it himself. Soon he was standing in the middle of the now walking males with a massive blush on his cheeks, he now only had on an adults t-shirt and a pair of shoes on. How embarrassing.
"Ha ha ha! Look at Iggy's face!" America laughed as he followed the brothers towards The Bridges shopping centre that was thankfully a large building to get them out of the cold weather. The brother chuckled at their younger brother's face as they headed towards the toilets to get England into some suitable clothes. "He looks so funny!" America cackled and was joined in by Scotland and North.
Soon they were in the toilets where all the males wanted to be in the same stall with England to force the clothes they wanted him to wear on him but after a lot of screaming and snapping Scotland, North and America were all sitting outside the toilets with a pout of their faces. "I don't get it! Why did Iggy want Wales there but not us?" America whined.
"Because you would force him into one of those Christmas shirts" North pointed out and America grinned happily, procuring that dreaded Christmas tree t-shirt once more and held it up in the other two's face.
"Ha ha ha! Iggy would look awesome in this!" he exclaimed making Scotland chuckle as the image popped into his mind, sharing a glance at North's face made him laugh. It was too hard to try and imagine such a picture, practically impossible!
"Oi what are you three laughing for?" the group looked up at the familiar English accent and had to hold back from rushing forward and hugging the boy to their chests. England stood with his hands on his hips, a green turtleneck jumper on with a pair of dungarees and a light blush on his face. "Don't even say anything!" he snapped as he marched off with Wales appearing from the toilets with a rare grin on his face but a suspicious red handprint on his face.
The group followed after the young English boy with smiles on their faces, catching up to the lad and grabbed his arm, leading him into the Disney shop despite his protests. America immediately began skipping around the shop, marvelling at the sparkly floor and pointing at all the stuffed toys and outfits like a child while England stood beside the group with his arms crossed angrily.
He jumped when he felt something tug at one of the straps of the dungarees he was wearing and turned around to find two boys about the age he was now, physically. "Hello! My name is Dominic!" the blond one greeted, his blue eyes lighting up happily as he grabbed England's hands much to his horror and he dragged him towards the large screen playing a clip of a Disney movie.
"My name is Steven!" the over one greeted, his brown hair hanging in his equally as brown eyes. "What's your name?" they asked at the same time and England blinked in shock before hesitantly looking behind him to see America clinging onto a stuffed toy of Nemo and refused to let go of it, Scotland was holding onto his shoulders while North pulled at the toy and Wales stood calming down a worker who looked perplexed. They were no help.
"I-I'm Arthur" he answered, stuck of what to do. Could he run away from them or would they force him to play with them? He didn't know how to act around kids when he was supposed to be the same age! Why do you think he only had his magical friends as a colony?
"Arthur? That's a funny name! I've never met an Arthur before" Steven mused, looking to Dominic who shrugged before smiling at England.
"Where are your parents, Arthur?" Dominic asked curiously, looking around for anyone in the shop who resembled him and spotted Wales, tilting his head in thought he pointed to the man. "Is that your Daddy?" he asked and England blanched before shaking his head aggressively.
"No! That's my older brother" he explained and the two looked shocked.
"He looks like your daddy!" they said at the same time, it was quite creepy, they were like twins or something but they looked nothing alike. They grinned at his expression "We're twins! But Mammy says we're not like identical twins but different!" they explained and it dawned on Arthur. They were non-identical twins.
"Oh… cool" England mused then realised they had no adults beside them either "Where are your parents?" he asked and the two smiled and pointed towards where his brothers were. England looked over and almost face palmed himself when he saw the amount of children crowded around America who had such a tight hold on the stuffed toy that now Wales had joined in with North and Scotland to remove the toy from the 'man's' grasp. "Those are just my crazy brothers, where are your parents?" he asked again.
"Silly Arthur! That lady there!" Dominic told him and sure enough there was a woman in a workers uniform and she looked on the verge of a nervous breakdown as she tried to calm the men down and stop the laughing children from copying the American. Why? Just why was America being so stubborn?! "Do you want to meet her?" they asked and England nodded, following the other children to the large group where he could now hear the yelling clearly.
"Let go you stubborn yank!" North yelled as he went red in the face with effort, America could be so damn strong when he wanted to be! Wales grunted in agreement "That's the last Nemo toy in stock! Let a real child have it!" North shouted but America just shook his head viciously.
"No! I want it! Stop being so mean!" he whined and England sighed, looking to the side and saw the bags filled with his new clothes at Dominic and Steven's mother's feet who didn't know what to do with them, her blonde hair flying all around her face and blue eyes wide. The poor woman, he pushed through the crowd and approached the woman with the twins flanking him, he felt like some sort of mafia boss.
"Mammy! Why are those men arguing?" Steven asked, running to his mother and looked at the men still fighting for possession of the toy desperately. The woman sighed and shook her head, admitting she had no idea. England huffed angrily as the noise grew in volume, America sounded like he was being mauled and the Kirkland brothers sounded like lions, he stomped up to the group and took in a deep breath of air.
"Oi! Idiots! Why are you arguing over a stupid toy?! Have you gone insane?" he yelled at them, catching the attention of America whose lower lip was wobbling and in his moment of weakness the toy was wretched from his arms by a proud looking North who grinned triumphantly, holding the toy in the air like a trophy. The children around him cheered happily, hands reaching in the air for the toy with their parents giggling and chuckling at the display.
America's eyes filled with tears as he stared at the toy before his gaze switched to England and before the boy could even think to run he was caught by a pair of arms that hugged him way too tight to a very strong chest. The brothers groaned as America held England in place of the toy.
"What are you doing! Release me!" England cried. The children in the crowd gasped at seeing one of their own held in the crazy man's arms and whispers erupted in the crowd. It only took Dominic and Steven's battle cries as they ran at the nation for all the other children to copy as they ran forward, laughing their heads off in glee as they tackled the older man to the ground.
"Ahhhhh!" both America and England screamed as they were drowned in the wave of children. The Kirkland brothers couldn't contain their screeching laughter at the expressions of pure fear on the other two nations faces, Wales was the only thing holding the other two up as they laughed so hard they had to use him to stop their fall to the floor.
As this went on three pairs of eyes peeked around the pillar in the shop, one blue, one green and the other was surprisingly red. "Ohonhonhon~ petite Angleterre looks adorable, non?" one voice asked, the blue eyes sparkled in glee as his eyebrows wiggled.
"Kesesese~ Ja he looks adorable but not as awesomely adorable as I was as a child!" another deep voice added and the red eyes looked up towards the pair of green eyes that had mysteriously disappeared "Eh?!" the voice exclaimed. France and Prussia turned away from looking around the pillar to look for their wayward friend.
"Look at this! It's so adorable just like my cute little Lovi~" Spain exclaimed as he hugged a stuffed toy of Pascal from Tangled, which had a Christmas hat on, to his cheek and nuzzled it happily. France and Prussia glanced at each other, their friend could be a right air head sometimes.
"Mien Gott Spain! Have you forgot our mission already?! We're doing recon right now! We're doing this for you remember!" Prussia scolded then paused and looked in the corner of his eye to see France flicking his hair with a familiar look on his face. Okay maybe it wasn't entirely for the Spaniard but Prussia liked to ignore the un-awesomeness of France's obsession with cute things.
"What mission?" a curious voice asked and made the three jumped, Spain actually used the toy to hide his face from the child. France almost cooed at how adorable the young blonde boy in front of him was and instead kneeled in front of the boy and forced himself not to pinch those cute cheeks.
"Ohonhon~ we're Santa's little helpers and we need to find cute toys to take back to him for all the boys and girls!" he announced dramatically but the boy looked slightly suspicious.
"Doesn't Santa's helpers make the toys themselves?" he asked curiously and France almost chocked as he realised how that made them sound and he chuckled nervously. The boy narrowed his eyes, suspicious as he pointed to Spain and the toy he held "Are you 'taking' that with you? Mammy said people who take things without paying are bad people" he lectured them innocently.
Prussia and France backed up nervously, they couldn't be caught when on a recon mission! Scotland and Wales would surely be prepared for them! Spain caught on and made a quick decision. He threw the toy at the boy, gently mind you, then while he was distracted the bad touch trio fled out of the shop as quick as they could go. Dominic stared after them then at the toy he held in his hands "They were really strange" he mused.
"I can't believe you just allowed those brats to do that!" England shouted as soon as the group got home, he looked like he'd been dragged through a bush backwards! They stomped through the hallway with America and his brothers lugging the bags through the door with their sore muscles, America's were from many children hitting him and the other brothers were from laughing so much they were sure they'd pulled their lungs!
The group didn't have enough energy to shout back at England, even America was spent and collapsed on the sofa, out in seconds. England watched in horror as his brothers followed suit and collapsed the floor and fell asleep on his rug. He huffed and stomped forward, kicking Scotland in the ribs and got a grunt but nothing more. They had been out for most of the day, his brothers had insisted on getting presents while they were in town but it was only 6 o'clock dammit!
"Geeze you're all acting like old men! Have you all grown lazy?" he mocked but nothing but silence met his ears. He sighed and wandered over to one of the bags where he fished around in it until he found his new pyjamas and headed to bed by himself. He felt strangely alone as he walked through his silent house and shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts. He liked the silence! Noise was annoying! But this just reminded him just how alone he felt all the time. People hardly ever visited him outside of holiday days.
And when they did they just mocked him ruthlessly and England felt like he was victimized…why did people hate him so much? Why did everyone leave him and act like he never existed? He'd never done anything wrong dammit! Why were his brothers even sticking around? Normally they would come a few days before Christmas, leave his presents then leave. He knew they all spent it together without inviting him… he'd almost walked in on them one Christmas when h ecame to drop off Scotland's present so imagine his surprise when he saw them all sitting and laughing together under the tree.
England sighed to himself "I don't need my brothers anyway" he muttered to himself and immediately shuddered as a shadow loomed over him. He looked over his shoulder and widened his eyes in terror as an image that will forever be ingrained in his mind stood in front of him.
It was the bad touch trio.
"Ohonhonhon~ We'll be your new brothers Mon petite lapin… the best brothers ever" France cackled, his hands outstretched in what England can only describe as ready to capture their new target, his normally neatly combed hair looked incredibly messy, sticking up in every direction making him look deranged and his bangs covered his eyes ominously. Prussia and Spain flanked him and had the same expressions on their faces as they nodded in agreement.
England did something he'd never done before. He screamed loudly and shrilly making the men jump in shock before a hand clapped over his mouth and cut off his scream. He struggled fruitlessly as his arms were pinned to his sides and the next thing he knew he was being whisked away.
He was scared and he was ashamed to admit it to himself and images of his siblings sitting around the tree appeared in his mind and he almost smiled in sadness. He still remembered the day he stood in his brothers doorway and saw them all laughing around the tree, himself absent.
Only 5 more days till another lonely Christmas, he thought.
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