What it means to be a big brother
World conference
"What?"
Arthur Kirkland was standing outside his house, staring in astonishment at the metal blue car in front of him and its red headed driver. Scotland grinned at his brother, a cigarette in his mouth, his as messy as his brother's, blazing hair falling slightly in front of his eyes (he should get his hair cut soon) and his sparkling emerald eyes were laughing at his brother's. The blond Brit didn't know what to think of his older brother's sudden, strange behaviour.
"I said: I'll drive ye ta tha conference since I'm goin' too!" Scotland repeated with a sneaky smile. He found his brother's shocked face so cute, he could barely hold back his laughter. Arthur shook his head before getting in next to his brother with a shrug. Whatever the reason behind Scotland's behaviour, Arthur didn't mind the offer.
"Fine. Let's go. But don't try to play any weird trick on me, alright?"
Scotland grinned.
"What are ye talkin' 'bout?" he asked with an innocent tone. He knew he wouldn't fool England with that and got himself a scolding glare. Oh, well! It didn't matter whatever suspicion Arthur had, Scott was going to that conference and that was absolute!
The room fell silent, even the air seemed still, as Scotland entered the conference room behind Arthur. Everyone's stare was on the two British brothers. Some countries were wondering who that scary looking person was; others were wondering what the hell was England's scary brother even doing here when he usually never comes to conferences; and finally some wondered if they should leave the place now or after Scotland starts trashing everything. Scotland sat down next to England at the round table where America usually sits. With Scotland on his left and Ireland on his right, Arthur suddenly felt as though his brothers were toying with his nerves. Ireland's presence also was a surprise. Ireland usually never shows up if the world conference is held in the UK and would usually send Northern Ireland in his place. Not only did he come but he also took his seat next to England (were usually sits France or Prussia). And now, the three of them were arguing with each other as if it were the most natural thing in the world! (which it was! Those three always end up arguing if not fighting when together) England was getting annoyed and wanted to know what his two brothers were up to but Scotland claimed that he just wanted to participate in today's conference while Ireland just said that North was busy with her own country and so he had to come himself.
"But why the hell are you both sitting next to me?" asked England with an exasperated tone.
"Aren't we allowed to sit next to our little brother?" the other two replied instantly and in perfect synchronisation. They both stared at one another with surprise and England was now seriously worried about their mental health.
"Since when do you two agree with each other? And anyway, since when do you even care about me? Last time I checked, you were both mad at me for some reason or another!" England asked in shock.
But Ireland and Scotland were now glaring at each other. Since they both have this brotherly overprotective attitude although they never show it, it causes them to be rivals at it sometimes, especially concerning England or Northern Ireland. England noticed their glares and sighted. At least, with him between them, they wouldn't be able to fight. He looked around and noticed everybody was silently looking at the animosity between his brothers with scared faces. England was thinking of calming them down when America made his grand entrance.
"The hero's here!"
People stared in shock at the American as he pounced on England with a grin. Hadn't he noticed the tension that was going on?
"Get off me, you bloody git!"
"You're mean England! I was just saying 'hi'!" Alfred said in a whining voice. England rolled his eyes and tapped the man's arm around him.
"Alright! 'Hello America'. Happy? Now let go! You're late and the conference was about to start!"
"But it's not my fault! The traffic at your place is all weird! How do people drive on the wrong side of the road anyway? And when I was looking for a taxi, I couldn't find any but then I remembered that your taxis weren't yellow but black! It's weird! Why black? It's gloomy! Oh and the hotel food was impossible to eat and …" Alfred rambled on, still clinging on to a very pissed England but not as pissed as his two neighbours. Scotland and Ireland were glaring at the obnoxious American with deep hatred.
"If yer goin' ta complain so much 'bout it, why don't ye just go back ta yer own continent? It'll make this conference a lot easier not ta have yer constant fuckin' opinion and dumb ideas." Scott snapped at Alfred.
Both England and America looked at the red haired man with surprise. Arthur never expected Scott to take his defence. Alfred was just surprise to see him at the conference and was wondering who the hell he was.
"Er … so, who're you?" he asked sheepishly, trying to look cute. It didn't look cute at all in Scotland's deadly glare. But before he could answer, Arthur had given his ex – colony an elbow blow in the stomach, cutting America's breath but not hurting him.
"America … If you're going to a meeting, you should at least know the host of the meeting."
"B – but aren't you the h – host?" America asked out of breath.
"You're in London, yes, but this meeting is organised not by England but by the UK. Besides, you shouldn't ask silly questions in front of Scotland … he might get mad at you." Arthur replied as he was now looking through his notes, glad to have been able to prevent America from getting a beating by his brother. He waited for America to sit down before starting his opening speech but Alfred just stood there, like an idiot, staring at Scotland.
"Alfred! For goodness' sake, sit down so we can start!" Arthur scolded.
"But … he's in my seat." Alfred answered, pointing at a disinterested Scotland who was smoking his cigarette with a mocking grin.
"Then take another seat! Hurry up, will you! You're wasting everyone's time!"
"But … I won't be next to you."
"So? Does it matter? Just sit down already!"
Alfred felt Arthur's anger rise and decided it was best to do what he was told. He didn't want to make England get mad at him. He went to sit next to his brother Canada and saw a satisfied smile on Scotland's lips. 'What the hell?' he thought as he sat down and England started the conference.
The conference went surprisingly well. Scotland and Ireland behaved themselves and didn't start any fight and sometimes even prevented fights by scaring the shit out the other nations. America shouted his usual comments but he wasn't being contradicted by England (like he usually is) but by Scotland. The ginger haired man clearly made America uncomfortable and would speak so aggressively that it somehow quietened the loud and talkative American. In fact, only few nations were able to keep up with Scotland's strong willed opinions and debating skills, and that would be: England (but since they were both representing the UK and had a common interest, he wouldn't argue with him but would instead try to calm him down as to not scare away everyone); Ireland (who would argue for the sake of disagreeing with Scotland and England); France (who always was a strong debating nation. Yes, he could be very serious and convincing when he worked and wasn't flirting); Germany (who could keep up with the arguing countries while giving his own point of view); Prussia (because he was so awesome, although Germany was the one with the actual facts and arguments) and strangely enough Italy managed to squeeze in some "Pasta" here and there, although, it still isn't sure if he was following what was going on or not.
By lunch break, almost all the nations ran to the exit and away from their hosts. Arthur sighted loudly and leaned forwards, his face on the table. This meeting was the most tiring he has ever had yet! Arthur suddenly felt his chair move backwards as Scotland kicked the back feet of it and held the chair so that England's body was shifted backwards and leaning against the back of it. England lifted his head and their identical emerald eyes gazed in one another.
"What now?" the younger brother asked exhausted. Scott grinned like a malicious child.
"I'm gettin' tired of tha meetin'! Let's hit tha pub and grab a drink!"
"It's lunch, not drinking time! Don't you dare get drunk if you want me to let you in for the second part of the meeting!"
"Aye! Promise I won't! Now, let's go! We'll grab some rolls for lunch at the bar or somethin'! Ye have those in London, righ'?"
"Yes, we do."
"Brilliant! C'mon! I'm starvin'!" Scott let go of the chair and Arthur moved back forward in the chair's original position. He got up and under his brother's urgent "C'mon!", "I'm hungry!", "Hurry up, Artie!" he exited the room.
Scotland smiled and when they were both half way down the stairs he stopped, claimed he had forgotten to tell Francis something and ran back to the conference room, leaving Arthur waiting for him downstairs in the hall. When he got back to the room, he noticed the trio he had taken care of yesterday, the American bastard, Canada (but Scotland liked his wee Canada who had once been his colony even before France and was much sweeter than his loud brother), the two Italian twins, China, Japan, Germany and Russia. Aye, basically the ex – axis and ex – allies. There also was a few others like India, Pakistan, Indonesia, Norway, Denmark, Netherlands, Belgium, Hungary, Austria, Switzerland, Greece (still asleep at his seat) and finally the two Koreas, Taiwan and Thailand. A bunch of annoying bastards and some of them are hanging around his wee brother too much! Scotland smirked as he came back in and everyone turned back to him with confused and anguish faces.
"A'right! Yesterday, I took care of those three drunken bastards and I heard some interesting things from them!" he stated as an explanation for his presence.
Everyone looked at the bad touch trio who looked at each other, wondering what the hell they could have told Scotland. Scotland's grin grew wider.
"I've heard tha me wee brother has become quite popular! So? Who're tha nations wantin' ta fuck him?" he asked as if asking about the weather.
His eyes looked at his audience, carefully taking in all of their expressions. He saw many of them blush madly (it didn't please him), some blush more lightly but with the same look in their eyes (no good either), some surprised and confused and finally, Belgium, Hungary and Taiwan became over excited and switched into Yaoi Fan Girl mode (creepy).
"Wha … what are you talking about, Scotland?" Canada finally dared asking in the silence of the room.
"Nothin' more than I said. I want to know which of ye all are tryin' ta get Artie in thar bed!"
"I don't think anyone would …"
"I ken there's France, Spain, Prussia, American Bastard, China, Japan, maybe Russia …" Scotland started to enumerate on his fingers. As they were being named, each of those nations blushed even more to the point that the room looked like a bowl of ripe tomatoes. "Now, from what I can see here … I can add Italy South, Italy North, Austria, Germany, Netherlands, India and Norway. A'right! Did I miss anyone?" the red haired man asked brightly.
All the nations went quiet.
"Nay? Good! All the others leave! Tha ones I named, stay!" Scott ordered and everyone obeyed.
The countries remaining were now staring at Scotland, anxious. The island nation smirked devilishly and shot them a dark glare.
"Let me be clear, a'right? If ye want me brother … ye'll have ta work hard ta get him! I won't let anybody get close ta him an' then break his 'eart! Ye hear?"
"I would never do that to him!" America said confidently (well, more confidently than the others, which wasn't that hard considering the circumstances).
Scotland's eyes locked on the loud mouthed American and his smirk twisted with hate.
"Yer out. Whatever ye do, ye can't have Arthur."
"What? Why? Dude, you can't do that!"
"Aye, I can! Ye already broke me wee brother's 'eart once! I won't let ye do it again!"
"Are you talking about that independence thing? That was ages ago!"
"Aye! But grudges last long! Dya ken how much Artie cried 'cause of ye? Ye ungrateful brat!"
"Well, you're not the perfect brother either from what I heard! I heard you and your brothers always bullied Arthur when he was small!"
"Nah! We just teased him. Then we got inta wars but we ain't have a choice in tha. Don't talk 'bout stuff ye don't ken!"
"I don't see why I'm included in this group! I have absolutely no feelings for that opium bastard!" China stated in the midst of it all. Scotland eyed him suspiciously before smiling.
"Keep tellin' ye tha an' it might come true! As long as ye don't get too close ta Arthur, I don't care!"
China felt his face grow redder.
"I, too, disagree with your judgement! I am most definitely not in love with England!" Germany said as he recovered from the shock.
"Me neither." Austria followed.
"I hate you all, British bastards! How could you think that I love England?" India shouted with anger.
"Shut the fuck up! I do not love England dammit!" Romano yelled in a girlish voice and a bright red face while his brother was fidgeting nervously making little "Ve~" noises.
"Humph! Don't know what you're talking about." Netherlands said but his ears were crimson red.
Norway and Japan both had the most flushed faces of them all and didn't speak a word.
"Love? I'm not sure what that is but I do feel strange around England …" Russia mused his face slightly pink but with an unusually trembling voice.
"A'right! Shut the fuck up, all o' ye! I don't care if ye want ta deny it or nay! All I care 'bout is Arthur's 'eart! The mother fucker who dares to play with me brother's feelin's and makes 'im cry 'll be found dead tha next mornin'! Ye got tha?" Scott shouted across the room with anger.
Everybody fell silence until Veneziano finally spoke.
"Ve~ But I won't ever break Arthur's heart. I love Arthur. I don't want to hurt him or make him cry."
"Yer a good lad but ye'll hav' ta prove it." Scott replied, a bit calmed down. He smirked again. "But anyhow, ye all have ta get through me an' the others ta get me wee Artie!" he laughed.
That's when the door of the room slammed open and an angry Arthur glared inside.
Arthur's eyes locked on their prey and he walked over and grabbed Scott by the collar of his shirt. Behind the doors, the nations could see Belgium, Hungary, Taiwan, Pakistan and Canada spying. They had been listening behind the door the whole time until England arrived.
"How long does it take to just 'tell something to France'? Bloody hell! I've been waiting downstairs for almost a half hour! We'll never get the bloody lunch at that fucking pace! What the fuck are you doing? And why are you scaring the shit out those fucking idiots? If you start another fucking war again I'll …"
"Aye! I ken! Sorry, laddy! Promise I won't start a fucking war!"
"Aye! Ye fuckin' better not, bloody bastard!"
"Yer startin' ta sound like me! Where's yer polite Queen's English gone, Artie?" Scott laughed.
"It's fucked at the pub along with my bloody patience!" Arthur answered getting more and more pissed.
"Better join them then, eh?"
"Aye." Arthur agreed but kept glaring at his smiling brother.
All the other nations were staring at Arthur in shock. He never lost his cool like that with them, nor did he start talking with an accent. The two brothers left while they switched from English to old Celt and then nobody understood them (except France and Prussia a bit but they still had to concentrate).
The two brothers seemed to share a strange relationship. Scott was now teasing Arthur who started throwing punches at his brother who then threw his own punches back and for some reason they both burst out laughing as they kept punching each other until they reached the pub.
The nations in the conference room and the others spying where still under the shock. But more importantly … Scotland was not to be messed with!
