Dreading the long walk home, Arthur waved goodbye and smiled back at Alfred as he shut the door. Sighing as he walked quietly, down the long roads, England knew what he was in for.
Lately, Scott had been piling up the work, loading him down with odd jobs, and things to do, mostly trying to keep his little blonde brother in the house and away from Arthur.
Scott's motto was "Family First" some could say.
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Growing up with no parents, only three younger brothers, Scott had to be a man, be tough, and take care of his precious family. Since Ireland and Wales grew up, Scott was left with the youngest. England. From the start, they were attached at the hip /literally/ spending every moment together, the two were more than just brothers, they were best friends. This was so, until England became a rebellious teenager, going through his years delving into illegal trades and piracy.
When England finally separated from his older brother into their respective kingdoms, the two drifted naturally. They had less in common, and they each had their own problems to deal with. Scott felt less stress, not having to care for his little brother, and Arthur was getting the stress piled on. He never knew how much his brother had to deal with… until now. Being king of a country, let alone an Island country had its benefits, as well as its hardships.
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Finally reaching home, all hot and bothered, Arthur opened the door, to find his "favourite" ginger brother leaning against the wall, smoking of course.
"How many times have I told you to NOT smoke in my house?" Arthur sneered, sending his brother a nasty glare.
"Two more puffs, and this one's done" Scott laughed back, pointing to the empty carton, and butts on the coffee table, cigarette burns deep in the wood.
Arthur scowled, brushing past his brother, into his study, sitting at the desk as heavy footsteps followed. Leaning on one hand, holding out the other expecting a stack of papers… only to have a warm gloved hand placed in his. Eyes snapped open at the sudden feeling, and Arthur raised his head slowly.
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What happened in the next few seconds, felt like an eternity. Within a moment, Scott pulled the blonde to his feet, grabbed his tie with a free hand, and pulled him into a deep kiss. Arthur's first instinct to push away kicked in and he struggled, clawing at his brother's back until Scott pulled his little brother's black tie tighter, nearly choking him. After that, there was just lifelessness; simply responding to his older brother's movements, only to save the skin on his neck. After a few more seconds, Scott let go smiling as he pushed Arthur back into his chair.
Without another word, Scott left… leaving Arthur to stare off into space, bewildered by what happened.