Welcome to our new story~ Vanti and I actually made this one quite awhile ago so sorry to anyone who fell in love with this after I've published it and I left it around to get dusty for a month or two. But none the less its here and up for you all to enjoy and more chapters will be coming soon. Obviously its in development and the plot isnt fully developed AT THIS POINT. So I'm open to all fans out there to comment and give me recommendations or ideas that YOU guys want to see~ yeah I'm right I'm talking about you. And again favs and follows really do support this story and motivate me to update the chapters faster so the more popularity means the more chapters within a month or faster updates of new chapters . Lastly thank you everyone who supports and follows my stories, it means alot and your the world to me. Thank you.
The sun's golden rays of light set on the Kirkland's manor on the outskirts of London. Three brothers sat down exhausted after all the painfully annoying interviews they went through that day, all for their spoiled brat of a younger brother.
This younger brother was no longer young , he had children and was running a filthy rich business company. Though for the past couple months, the three brothers were stuck with keeping care of the man after an accident that had caused him to loose all movement and feeling in the lower half of his body. This has proven to be a difficult task. Arthur Kirkland was a stubborn, rude lad who always got what he wanted immediately. He's fired countless men without blinking an eye due to even the slightest lack of efficiency. He was impatient, which wasn't a good mix with the situation he was in. Arthur had lost his temper with his brothers numerous time after not meeting his demands, and the brothers lost their temper numerous times as well, when Arthur acted extremely selfish and rude.
Alistair, the second oldest, had given up on keeping care of Arthur after the two others had to restrain him from punching the Brit.
Ollie, the second youngest, barely had the chance to serve Arthur food before the blonde completely lashed out on the older one. Ollie refused to help Arthur any longer after the incident.
Kenneth, the oldest out of all of them, had managed to keep his cool with Arthur for a couple of months, before the usually happy man grew tired of his brother's fits and decided that enough is enough. The three oldest brothers sat together, trying to find a caretaker.
The first one they hired quit on the first day, and the second one had to see a therapist after a week for keeping care of Arthur.
Now the brothers were back to square one. Looking through all the job applications they received that day. Ollie eventually stood up and mumbled "I need a drink" before walking out of the room in a exhausted manner.
Alistair stood up mirroring his brother's action for a cold beverage when he suddenly thought of something " hey Kenneth? you know how we put those job search leaflets out and on the internet...well considering we are having soo much trouble " taking pauses between his question knowing he might get slapped or punished for what he was about to say "what if we looked on social media sights? you know put up Arthur's photo and try to give him a sob story? might attract more potential applicants".
After a few minutes of silence he interrupted again " or we could leave him at a hospital and run away?" nodding in pride at his own amazing idea.
"No Alistair. We can't do that." Kenneth shook his head at the redhead and stood up "we can't just leave Arthur in the hospital like that, neither can we put up a heart wrenching story on the internet about him. Everyone knows who Arthur Kirkland is. The famous business man that got in a car accident after getting drunk in a bar, and lost all feeling in the lower part of his body.."
Rolling his eyes and sighing Alistair had definitely had enough when it came to hearing the pity story for his youngest brother " look I get it, its a sad story and I can sympathise with the guy BUT that doesn't mean he is the nicest to hang around" taking a deep breath and trying to hold it together " don't we deserve a break!? I took more shit than I expected with that sob story!".
"Look Alistair, I know this is hard for all of us, but complaining here isn't going to help us find a flippin' caretaker" Kenneth rubbed his temples with a sigh "I think we could all use a drink or two.. We can continue looking through the files after alright?"
" But then that means we need to look after Arthur for another day or month...I don't think anyone sane would look after our snobby little brother" Huffing and puffing the redhead stood up knocking his chair over " I am going to need a stiff drink after tonight" mumbling and gestures to the front door for his older brother to follow.
The oldest looked at his younger brother an sighed one more, running a hand through his own hair "Fine, we'll go out for a drink or two, but! We are not getting anywhere near drunk got that?"
" aye aye..." was mumbled in the most incoherent way as he walked out the door with his brother and down the street to the local happening to meet ollie at first glance when those dark smokey oak doors opened.
" well I see someone already found his way here" hands on either hip and laughing in his warm Scottish accent.
"You two are late!" Ollie gave his brothers a cheeky smile and took a swig from his glass of beer "I got you two a drink! But ya took too long so I drank 'em!" He pointed at the two empty glasses that stood on the counter that only seemed to have remnants of the drink that was poured in it.
Staring at them intensely Alistair sighed turning to Kenneth " well there goes yer 2 drink limit already, that and yer dream of now dragging ollie back home" he cheered then proceeding to throw his money at the bartender for the escape from reality he needed.
"Looks like it's my lucky day" Kenneth grumbled, joining his brothers at the bar stand.
A couple of hours later already singing with a tie constricting his head he began to sing with his brother out of tune of course and very loudly with words occasionally missed until he felt ollie collapse from under his arm over the bar table " k...kenneth..." hiccuped " I think we are done" .
"You were suppose to be done a long time ago bud" Kenneth said wrapping an arm under his youngest brother and pulling the Irish man up onto his feet. "Come on Alistair. Let's go."
" awww come on! Cant we stay in a hotel or something...I don't wanna go back to the brat tonight" slurred to the point it wasn't understandable unless you knew the Scottish man inside and out " there must be someone here who can look after him, come on lets hunt down the poor sucker" already scanning the room for a friendly face.
Looking back at Alistair with an expression of annoyance, Kenneth managed to take the redhead by the hand and started walking out "We can't just pick up a random person from a bar and ask them to keep care of our brother! Come on! Let's go!"
Alistair weeped and clung to the bar table the bartender was serving on " Francis! Help me out here!" whimpering to the temporary bartender who took his woes recently " you said something about helping me if I ever needed it" his puppy dog eyes were teary.
The blonde bartender's blue eyes looked up at the drunk Scot, successfully gaining his attention. The man properly known as Francis Bonnefoy had only started talking to Alistair recently when the redhead visits the bar he works in. Or course he never really meant it when he told Alistair that he'd help him if he ever needed it, the man was drunk at the time and Francis was really only doing it to lighten up a costumer. He didn't think that the Scot would actually remember it. He sighed, knowing that it was too late to take back and put down the glass he was cleaning.
"Oui.. I did indeed say that.." The Frenchman said rubbing the back of his head.
" then you'll help us?" whimpering once more with a quivering bottom lip matched with hopeful watery eyes. Alistair knew full well the bartender never meant to follow through but being desperate and experienced having done this with several bartenders before he chanced this one occasion.
Just as the bartender was about to respond Kenneth quickly butted into the conversation.
"I am so sorry about Alistair" Kenneth tugged on the wrapping Scots hand but the man was solid like a rock "You don't have to do us any favours. We'll just be in our way-"
"Non, I'll do it" the Frenchman's response caused the Welsh man to look up at him with wide eyes and his mouth agape. "Y-you will?"
"Oui, my shift for the day is over anyways."
A smirk slowly growing on the Scotsman's face as wide as a dinner plate he laughs confidently " I knew I could solve ~! And all alone too haha! Well I must say did myself proud today" until he was suddenly cut off from a puking sensation rising up in his gut to throat making him rush outside frantically and puking on the side of the street.
"Oh sweet Mary" Looking away from the door to Francis, Kenneth quickly grabbed a pen and wrote down an address on a napkin "Thank you so much. I swear it's only for tonight. I'll even pay you for it tomorrow." Before Francis could refuse a payment, the brunet was out the door. He sighed and took the napkin and scanned over the address written on it. Whoever Francis had to keep care of had managed to be the main subject of the Scots recent rants, so he was quite curious to see who exactly this man was.
It took a good half hour for the Frenchman to find the manor, he had driven by the gigantic house several times, thinking that it couldn't possibly be the house he was looking for.
Once he did confirm that it was indeed the house he was looking for, he couldn't help but to stop and take in the sight of it. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that he'd ever step foot into a house that large, if only he could snap out of his daze to step out of his car.
Finally deciding to step out of his vehicle, Francis walked towards the manor and knocked on the large wooden doors. The door remained unanswered for quite awhile, making Francis think that no one was home or that he really might've gotten the wrong house.
To his surprise the door opened, meeting eye to eye with a young boy in his teenage years. The young male had dirty blond and slightly wavy hair down to his chin with a stray curl sticking out of the locks. The boy cleared his throat adjusted his glasses.
"H-hello. Can I help you?" The teen's voice was so quiet that Francis had to strain his ears to actually hear him.
"Oui. I'm keeping care of a certain" Francis quickly looked through his pockets and read the name "Arthur Kirkland" off a paper.
The boy mumbled something along the lines of 'Oh maple' before turning his head, looking back into the house.
"Alfred! Arthur's new caretaker is here!"
The other teen known as Alfred walked down the stairs similar to the other boy at the front door " your joking right? " laughing in mid question " I thought we gave up trying to find him a caretaker after the last woman tried to sue dad for verbal abuse" joining his twin at the front door he then looked to Francis shocked that he even made it to this point.
"I'm sure he didn't really mean it.." The other teen mumbled. Francis bit his lip and asked himself why exactly he'd gotten himself into. Verbal abuse? Was this Arthur guy really that bad of a person?
Alfred continued to whisper to his brother mentioning alot while glancing at Francis occasionally " okay we will give it another go but this is the last time..." putting on the biggest fake grin he can the doubtful son gestures inside seeing as the rain was beginning to pour down " come in, are you cold? Want to talk now ...considering you wont have time later" he mumbled at the end knowing whats going to happen with this caretaker.
"Um. D'accord?" Francis walked into the luxurious house and started at the decor in awe. He's only seen houses like this in magazines.
Staring with a blank expression the bold and rash brother whispered to the shy one " ... I don't know what he said...you took french in school didn't you? What did he say?" ironically enough Alfred took french in class aswell, unless he isn't focusing or unaware it was clearly a waste of an hour every Tuesday and Friday.
The soft spoken sibling rolled his eyes at his brother "He said alright. In other words 'okay'. Do you understand Alfred" he responded in a passive aggressive tone, that could go undetected by anyone who didn't know the shy teen.
" okay okay calm down no need to get at me" putting his hands up defensively knowing his brother was in a bad mood " do you want to take him to dad? Cause dad is still angry at me after my school report" Alfred almost pleaded not wanting to be scolded the 100th time
The teen stayed silent for a couple of moments before finally giving into Alfred's pleads.
"Fine" he sighed crossing his arms a little "I'll go this time.." Looking back at the astonished blonde man he cleared his voice in attempts to gain his attention. Being unsuccessful, the teen taps on Francis's shoulder, finally gaining the Frenchman's attention "I should go introduce you to Arthur. I'm Matthew by the way" the teen now known as Matthew, offered to shake the man's hand, in which Francis accepted.
"I'm Francis Bonnefoy. Thought I'd introduce myself as well. Though, I'll only be here for one night" Francis swore he could hear Matthew mumble 'thank god' before leading Francis in the direction of Arthur's office. Once there, the soft spoken teen cautiously knocked as though he was trying not to anger a beast.
The silent office sits still until a quiet yet audible " come in" could be heard from a character inside Arthur spent most of in his office falling asleep to the feeling of money and successful ownership of a growing investment, hey whatever gets the man to sleep at night however he has built up a snobbish behaviour that sadly grew on his son Alfred.
Matthew quietly walked into the room with Francis trailing behind him. Francis noticed how the teen tensed up a little when Arthur set judgemental eyes on them.
"Um dad" Matthew spoke, not daring to met eye to eye with the Brit "this is your caretaker for a while, so, um, p-please be nice" the boy's voice got lower and lower as he spoke and mumbled the last part, making his message almost incomprehensible.
The father turned his serious gaze at the Frenchman, he believed that he saw his likes many times before, he looked like a council worker that didn't have much of a career and decided this was easy money.
" I have a caretaker for tonight? I wish my brothers could have warned me that I was going to have a bad night" the Brit's bushy eyebrows lowered in thought as he pulled a phone out " ill call them to pick you up in an hour, cause that's how long you'll last" he stated clearly and calmly.
I hope you all enjoyed that and I'm sorry right now if there were any typos or problems with spelling, this was made at a rather sleepy time for me ^^; so all the sorry's for you guys. Again thank you vanti for writing this with me cause it was fun. I do not own hetalia or any of their characters so please don't sue me either. Again thank you for reading and if you really enjoyed it ~ maybe a cheeky review wouldn't be soo hard BUT I must stress, please no mean ones cause then ill have to be upset. Thank you again for reading.
Kirklands.