When ringing the bell, Arthur had lots of expectations, and yet he had none. Of course he had some ideas of what an average family looked like from tv, but he also knew that it wouldn't be the perfectly normal family if they wanted to adopt a sixteen-year-old. He waited for someone to answer the door and almost wanted to ring again when suddenly the door swung open. Before him stood a tall, young man who looked to be in his early twenties. The man eyed him from head to toe before saying something.

"What do you want?" He asked in an Irish accent.

"Well erm.." Arthur started nervously. "I came here to-"

Before he could finish his sentence the door was slammed shut in his face. Arthur blinked, and then realized what just happened. He started to panic as he thought of all the possibilities of why the man had closed the door. Was this the wrong adres? Had the family moved? Didn't they want him anymore? Had there been some misunderstanding? Was he not what the people expected him to be?

Slowly he reached for the paper in his pocket whit the adres written on it. He checked it carefully and came to the conclusion that this was indeed the right house. What was he supposed to do now?

He stood there, desperately trying to think for a solution. Suddenly he heard some voices through an open window. He tried to hear what the voices were saying.

"Oi, Iain!" The same Irish voice yelled. "There's some kid at the door!"

"One of those annoying girl scouts again?"A Scottish accented voice asked annoyedly.

"No, its a lad. I guess he wants to sell us something."

There was an awkward silence before the Scottish voice spoke up again. "I told ye Arthur would be coming today right?"

"Oh yeah.. I forgot about that. He does look like the kid in the picture you showed me."

Again an awkward silence.

"DAMN IT LIAM, CAN'T YOU JUST LISTEN FOR ONCE!" Then here was the sound of someone being smacked against the back of his head. Right after that some footsteps were heard, and the door swung open again.

This time an even taller man stood in the doorway. His hair was fire-red, and he had the brightest pair of green eyes Arthur had ever seen. They almost seemed like his own, the shade of green was just a bit different. The man held out a hand and Arthur shook it politely.

"Ye must be Arthur." The man said smiling. "I am Iain."

"Ah, yes. Arthur Kirkland. Pleased to meet you." Arthur answered. It seems like he succeeded in hiding his nervousness. However, he failed to notice how Iain's smile got a bit wider at hearing his last name.

"Please come in." Iain said. He stepped aside so Arthur could enter the house.

Before he entered, Arthur tried to lift his suitcase off the ground but it was quite a struggle. The orphanage he had grown up in didn't have a lot of money, so they couldn't provide the kids with nutritious food that would make them grow up healthy. Fortunately, most kids only spent a few years in the orphanage, so their body wasn't really affected by the lack of nutrients. Arthur, however, was a different case.

"Ah, let me help ye with that." Said Iain as he lifted the suitcase of the ground with one arm. He carried it to the living room, and Arthur followed him.

"Well, make yerself at home." Iain said with a grin. "Since ye'll be living here anyway."

Arthur nodded and sat down on one of the large couches, trying to look calm and relaxed. He wasn't really used to dealing with people, especially not new people!

"Can I get ye something to drink?"

Arthur hesitated before answering. He didn't want to impose on them, but since he was going to live there anyway... "Yes, I'd like some tea please."

"Right, I'll make ye some." Iain started to make his way to the kitchen, but suddenly turned around. "Ye don't have to be so polite. After all, we're brothers now." He said grinning. He turned around and entered the kitchen.

Right, brothers. Arthur thought. I am a part of this family from now on.

Arthur took the time to observe the house he was going to live in. The living room was very big. There were two expensive-looking couches, and one armchair. All of them were positioned to face a large flatscreen-tv on the wall. In the middle of them was a coffee table. To his left he could see Iain making tea in the kitchen. It made him feel a little guilty. Someone had worked really hard to pay all these things, and now he was just going to take advantage of that.

Arthur was still wondering why he deserved all of this, when Iain put the tea on the coffee table in front of him.

"Do ye like the house?" He asked.

Arthur jumped a little in surprise and quickly answered. "Yes! I's a lovely house!" He didn't look into Iain's eyes as it made him feel nervous.

Iain noticed this, laughed and ruffled Arthur's hair. "Well, I guess it's time for you to meet the others then." He said smiling. Suddenly his expression turned harsh, and his loud voice boomed trough the house.

"NULLAN, LIAM, GWYDION! GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE!"

It didn't take lone before three other young men entered the living room. Arthur recognized the the strawberry-blond man who had opened the door earlier. He was bickering with a auburn-haired man who had a very obvious Northern Irish accent, and there was another dark-haired one, who just followed behind looking sleepy. The bickering ones on the second couch, and the third in the armchair. Iain sat down next to Arthur and cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. When the to fighting men didn't hear him he got annoyed and decided to use his voice.

"Oi! Stop fighting ye idiots! We got something important to talk about here!" He didn't scream as loud as he usually would, since he didn't want Arthur to tense up any more tan he already was.

The two stopped fighting and eyed Arthur curiously as if they just now noticed he was sitting there. The third one did the same.

"As ye all know," Iain started, "Arthur is going to live with us from now, so introduce yerself." He pointed at the one in the armchair. "Ye go first."

The man looked as if he was about to fall asleep, but responded anyway. "Hello. I'm Gwydion, nice to meet you." He said in a clear voice.

"Good." Iain said. "Now its your turn." He pointed at the strawberry-blond on the couch.

"Hi. My name is Liam." He said with a frown. He seemed annoyed for some reason.

Arthur wondered if he had done something to make him angry.

"Now ye." Iain said, looking at the auburn.

"Hello nice to meet you!" He said cheerfully. "I'm Nullan. How are you?" He asked with a broad smile.

"I'm fine, thanks." Arthur answered in a quiet voice. He was a bit relieved that at least Nullan seemed to be happy about his arrival.

"Now how about ye introduce yourself Arthur?"

"Erm, right." Arthur said nervously. "Nice ehm... Nice to meet you all. I will be living with you from now on. My name is Arthur Kirkland, by the way." He said looking at the ground. He could feels his face heat up.

Three pairs of eyes looked at him curiously as he said his last name.

"Kirkland, you said?" Liam asked, still frowning.

"Eh, yes."

Liam looked at Iain and lifted an eyebrow. "Could this be the reason you suddenly wanted to adopt him?"

Iain grinned. "Well, actually, I have been searching for him for years."

Arthur snapped his head up at hearing this and looked into Iain's eyes. "W-What do you mean?"

"Well, " He started. "Our last name is Kirkland as well."

Arthur's eyes widened. Did that mean he had family after all? Maybe these people were distant cousins or uncles.

Iain grinned. "Yer our youngest brother, Artie."

"B-brothers?" Arthur said. He was seriously wondering if his ears were betraying him. Had he heard it right? Brothers? How could that even be possible?

Iain looked Arthur in the eyes with a straight face. "Yes, Arthur. Brothers."

Arthur stared at Iain, thinking of something to say. Out of everything Iain could have said, he never expected this. He was trying his hardest to form a sentence in his mind, when his thoughts were interrupted.

"The hell are you talking about?" Liam said angrily, glaring at Iain. "I don't remember any fifth brother!"

Iain smirked. "Ye don't remember, but I do. I've spent a year with him in the orphanage, but ye already got adopted after two weeks. I'm sure ye don't even remember the orphanage anymore."

"But.." Liam was at a loss for words. "But why didn't you ever tell u-"

"What does it even matter?" Gwydion said all of a sudden.

Everyone turned their attention to him.

"Iain never told us we had a fifth brother, but we know now right? So what does it even matter?" He said sleepily.

Arthur shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like how there was a conversation going on about him while he was sitting right there. "I.." He hestitated. He really wasn't used to speaking to so many people, but he raised his voice anyway. "I don't have to stay with you if it's too much of a problem! I can just... I can just go back to the orphanage." He hated the idea of having to go back there. He hated being alone everyday. But he didn't want to stay here and cause problems for these people. Brothers or not, he couldn't just barge into their lives like that.

"...What are you talking about?" Nullan spoke up. "No one ever said that."

"Damn straight. Ye think I did all that searching just to let ye go back there? Ye're staying with us!" Iain said.

"Fine, you can stay." Liam said, still looking angry.

The room was quiet for a while, when suddenly the silence was interrupted.

"Glad to have you here, Arthur." Gwydion spoke up. "Because now," He smirked "I'm no longer the youngest."

Liam laughed. "Hey, that's true! We could make him do all the chores now!"

Nullan laughed as well, but said something completely different. "Yeah, but I'd feel like a total jerk if we did that. I mean, look at him: He's so skinny he could break an arm by picking up a water bottle!"

"Why do you always ruin the fun?" Liam shouted, looking angry again.

"Huh? I'm not ruining anything. You're the one being an asshole here."

And so another fight between Liam and Nullan started.

Gwydion looked at Arthur. "They always do that. Don't bother with it." He said shaking his head as if saying: These idiots...

Iain on the other hand, had difficulty staying as calm. "SHUT UP YE TWO!"

The room silenced once again and Liam and Nullan stopped fighting. Liam just looked away angrily while Nullan smiled and apologized.

"Now then Arthur, ye must be tired from the trip here?" He asked with a kind smile.

Arthur just nodded.

"I'll show ye yer room then." Then suddenly he shot a death glare at the other three. "If ye dare to make noise, I swear to God it's not going to end up nice. Got that?"

The others nodded obediently while Iain picked up Arthur's suitcase and carried it upstairs. Arthur followed quietly and thought of all the things that had happened today. With so many special things, there was no way tomorrow could be even more interesting...

Right?

I died.

Okaaay... I didn't die. But you thought I died right? How long ago did I upload the last chapter again? I don't even remember. But anyway, here you have chapter two! Did you like it? I know you didn't so don't lie. :( Everything just feels so rushed in the last part... But anyway. I'm not sure if I should continue this. I started writing this with just the concept of the orphan and his brothers. I don't know what to write next. Ideas? Tell me! Also I might actually write a side-story about Arthur going to a normal High School for the first time. But first.. Review please! If you don't review I'll make Russia sneak into your house at night, and hit you wit a pipe! Okay, he won't...

OR WILL HE?