Author's note: After watching my bror, and a few other awesometastic RPers, I can safely say that the Kirkland family is one of my favourite groups in Hetalia. (The others being the Nordics, Asians, and Romans. Sorry, not fond of the Germanics or the Soviets as a group unit ;w; I like some of them individually, though!) I also found out that gingers are damn sexy. Love ya, Ireland and Scottie 8D

So… Enjoy!

Oh, wait here's the name guide for this story:

Wales- Barry
England- Arthur (Everyone should really know this, though…)
Scotland- Ian

Barry Kirkland did not wake up thinking of rainbows, sunshine and sheep. In fact, he was exhausted. Probably because he woke up to his siblings arguing at the ungodly time of 4 in the morning. He struggled out of bed, and slowly made his way down the stairs. And effectively tripped.

He shakily got up, still a bit drowsy, and now hurt, and made his way to the room he could hear his siblings in. He reached for the doorknob, but then froze. The door made sound contact with his face. Barry groaned, and tentatively touched his face, wincing as the force behind the door wasn't merciful.

"Oh je- Sorry, Barry!" exclaimed Arthur, holding his brother's arm, and looking at him worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"It's alrigh', I'm fine," mumbled Barry, the pain not quite getting to him yet, as he was still sleepy.

"Good job, ye eejit," drawled Ian, walking up to the two of them. He looked at Barry, inspecting him up and down to make sure he was alright, before shifting his calm, cold gaze to the youngest.

"Shut up!" snapped the younger. "It was a bloody accident!"

"Guys…" said Barry softly, rubbing his eyes.

"Tha's not the only thing tha' was an accident."

"Tch, it's not my fault I ended up being your brother! I don't want to see your face every bloody day!"

"Guys, please…"

"Well, there's somethin' tha' we agree on! I can't even believe tha' I'm related to a stuck up priss like ye…"

"And I honestly can't see how I am related to an absolute manwhore. Like you."

"Wanna say tha' again, ye little-"

"GUUUUUUYS," yelled Barry exasperatedly. "IT'S 4 IN THE BLOODY MORNIN'! I CAN'T SLEEP WITH ALL YER ARGUING! I DON' CARE IF YOU TEAR YER BLOODY THROATS OUT, OR STAB EACH OTHER IN THE BACK WHILE YER SLEEPIN'! I DON' CARE IF YE BOTH KEEP ARGUING, JUST DO IT QUIETLY, AND DON' WAKE ME UP!" The Welshman rubbed his temples, easing his growing headache, while his brothers stared at him in shock. "Jus'… be quiet, okay?" And with that, Barry stumbled back up the stairs, and plodded into his bed, instantly falling asleep.

Author's Note: Weeell. This is drastically different to what it was originally meant to be. Originally I was going to make it loosely based on Miku's '死にたがり' or in English, 'Wanna Die', but as you can see… it ended up nothing like it 8D I was also going to include the Ireland twins but… I couldn't find a way to fit them in anymore…

Sorry about the piles of fail here… In my head, Wales doesn't usually act like that, but you'd be annoyed when an Englishman and Scotsman wake you up that early too (No matter how sexy the said Scotsman may be). Scotland is a bit toned down from what I imagine him to be, because I'm… a bit shy when writing about him, 'cause his sexiness scares me. ;w;

… I don't like writing about fighting, verbal or physical, so oodles of fail there. 8D

Er… I hope you enjoyed this utterly pointless fic~ (I doubt it, but oh well~)