A/n - De-anon from the kink meme. The original prompt asked for brotherly bonding times between England, America, Canada and Sealand. Apparently my plot bunnies saw the prompt and ran a cursed marathon with it, because the fill ended up being the longest piece of fanfiction I've ever written. What.

Diclaimer - Sadly, I don't own any of the characters mentioned herein, except for some OCs mentioned in passing.

Warning - I mention a lot of OCs in passing. Oh, and there is only the poorest excuse for a plot. Can you even do Fluff Without Plot? Would that be FwP?

Also, for those of you who might have seen the original post, I've cleaned this up some and added a few details here and there. Nothing too drastic.

All for one and one for all
My brother and my friend
What fun we have
The time we share
Brothers 'til the end.
-Author Unknown

The last meeting of the conference had ended on a high note, relatively speaking. The only casualties had been the buffet table and the collective sanity of the catering staff, who really should have known not to stand between food and about 200 "delegates." The only real wrinkle had been Sealand's appearance — really, England had no idea how the micronation managed to follow him to every meeting — and even that had been neatly dealt with by locking him in an empty conference room.

England attributed the overall smoothness of the conference to the fact that he had hosted it. London really was the best place for world meetings, regardless of where the UN Headquarters were. Hosting the conference also meant he could enjoy all the comforts of home, instead of having to sleep on the uncomfortable mattress in a sparsely-decorated hotel room. Plus, he could actually have a decent cup of tea.

Of course, there was still Sealand to worry about, but the sea fort had spent the entire ride home pouting. It was silly to think he was doing anything different now. He'd come out of his room when he was good and ready, and only then would England lecture him on the importance of world meetings and why a little non-nation like Sealand should refrain from interrupting. Until then, England was content to settle in with a cup of tea and a good book.

Or he would have been content, if someone hadn't chosen that exact minute to start banging on the door. And only one person would be creating such an unholy racket, even though he was supposed to be on a plane back to the United States.

Therefore, England was hardly surprised to see America standing on his doorstep with a suitcase, hand raised to continue hammering on the door.

"Oh, hi!" America said with a grin, then attempted to push past England to get in the house.

"What are you doing here?" England asked, folding his arms and refusing to budge. Even though America was taller than he was, and he possessed that freakish super-strength, there was no way he was getting in the house before he offered a proper explanation.

"I'm visiting!" America chirped cheerfully, and he tried to push past England again.

"He means, our flights were cancelled because of snow," a quieter voice from behind America offered a proper answer, and England realized that America wasn't exactly alone on the doorstep. Standing slightly behind him was Canada, also holding a suitcase. England had no idea how he'd missed him. After all, Canada was the tallest nation in the general vicinity, even if America didn't like to admit the fact he was actually shorter than his twin.

"Yeah, so we decided that we'd come stay with you until they get the flights up and running again," America finished with a grin. Would it really have been so difficult just to say that in the first place?

"What was wrong with your hotel?" England asked. He didn't mean to phrase it quite so rudely, but America frowned anyway.

"You're not going to let us stay? You can't just throw out a hero!" With that, America succeeded on getting past England and entering the house. England gave a resigned sigh — he knew he wouldn't have been able to keep America out for long, and at least he received some measure of explanation prior to the inevitable — and stood aside to let an apologetic Canada in.

"Dibs on my room!" America called as he bounded up the staircase, the entire house rattling each time his feet hit the floor. England winced and hoped all of his breakables were safely away from table edges. And with that thought in mind, England made a mental note to hide all of his valuables for the entirety of Hurricane America's visit. Egypt and India and Iraq and the others would not be pleased to have their antiques destroyed.

Canada followed America up at a much slower pace, shaking his head at his brother's antics. England could certainly sympathize. He could only imagine the shenanigans poor Canada had to put up with, as America's neighbour. Of course, it couldn't be worse than what England had to put up with in the Isles...

England suddenly prayed that Scotland didn't decide to drop by unannounced. It happened from time to time, especially in the winter when the Highlands were under an unceasing deluge of rain. Because there was no way England would be able to put up with America and Scotland. And England would very much like his house to still be in one piece when the North American twins finally left.

I am trying to have a real update schedule for this, since it's already completely written and mostly cleaned up.
Of course, I make no promises. I am notorious for schedule slip, after all.
Also, would this be considered the ACES family? I am so good at acronyms, you guys.
Hope you liked it!
~Craic