Hi everyone. This is my first ever fan-fiction's chapter 2. I've had this story for a while and I couldn't find it anywhere so my sister told me " why not write it yourself?" so I thought I might just give it a shot. So yeah.. Here it is.

Sorry if my English isn't good. (I can't seem to write anything without going in a re*** mode. _.)

Anyway, enjoy!

Pairing: USUK and CanWales

Side paring: Onesided FrUK, USWales

Please leave me some feedback so I can improve on my writing D:

Note: All the Kirkland brothers have human names.

Scotland: Allistor

Wales: Dylan

Ireland: Patrick

Northern Ireland: Seamus

It was cold and dark. It wasn't the best combination you would want to be when you are arriving at your lover's home.
It was a straight 7 hours flight from New York to London Heathrow Airport. For both of the nation, the flight was exhausting. They were tired and wanted to get refresh as soon as possible.

After getting in London, they took a cab to Brecon Beacons, Wales, where the entire Kirkland brothers were waiting for the two lovers at their small holiday home.
Alfred sighed.

"What's wrong Alfred?" The small nation looked towards his lover as they approached at the front door.

"Nothing really but what if your brothers really hate me?" He asked in exhaust.
"Don't worry. They don't hate you and besides, it's just that you are dating them, you're dating me and only me so my opinion matters about how I feel for you, not theirs!" Arthur pouted while slapping the front door by his knuckles. "They can be a bit insensitive at things but they are really caring" Arthur smiled.

The small smile that the little nation made Alfred so tempting that he just wanted to grab him to bed, slam his body in bed and make him beg for him but he just grabbed the Englishman's chin and joint there lips together.

"Wha' the blood' hell are yo' 2 doin'?" A voice came from the front.

The kiss immediately broke as the English man glared at the man in front of him. His eyes started to sparkle and a wide grin covered his face.

"Allistor!" The Englishman said in excitement as he leaned forward for a hug but it was immediately denied.

The man in front of him had blood red hair that parted in the middle, same green orbs as Arthur and same bushy eyebrows. He was just wearing a casual blue t-shirt with black trousers. He was also holding a cigar in his left which he inhaled for a long time before he started talking.

"It's big brothe' you git." The nations cold eyes glared at Arthur, which then quickly moved to the next man standing beside him. "So yo' mus' that Americ' kid huh?"

"Yes sir!" A quick replied came from the American's mouth, as he fixed his posture straight, wide shoulders and neck held high. "My name is Alfred F. Jones sir." The American didn't add the hero part, as it would be too risky. The American was so scared just to look at the man that whose eyebrows were knitted together. He was pretty sure that he was going to pee in his pants, right there, right now.

"Idiot." The red head said under his breath as he "tcheed". "Com' insid' or you will catch a cold" the man said as he walked inside.

After the man was no where to be seen, the American asked the Englishman under his breath."Who was that Arthur?"

"He is my eldest brother, Allistor. He represents Scotland."

"He looks scary! I'm pretty sure he hates me. Oh my god, lets just go back Arthur, I will do anything you say but let's just go back." Alfred pleaded.

"Don't be a wimp you git. You just got here! Anyways, I'm pretty sure that they will accept our relationship and stop bugging me to break up with you"

By hearing Arthur's comment, the Americans happy-go-round face turned into a serious "macho" man face.

'So they want him to break up with me? No way!'

"Fine then, I will endure this…for you baby 3."

Arthur's cheeked flushed by hearing the last word that the American said.

Arthur just giggled with his lover's obvious blush, which was covering his ears as well. He tried to hide his blush and just grabbed his luggage and went inside. The American followed.
Both nation hanged their coats and scarves at the hanger.

"That American git and my cuteeeeeeeee brother is here!" A dual monotone voice came from somewhere. Pair of foot rattled the came banging down the the Englishman could react, he was covered with 2 fully grown man who looked nearly identical to each other.

"Hey! Arthur, are you alright?" The American asked as he saw his boyfriend being attacked by two men.

Both men turned around to look at the American. "Shut up you bloody American git, can't we show our affection of love to our cuteeeeeee little brother?" 2 pairs of emerald eyes glared at the big nation. Cold. Those eyes were cold. Very cold.

Alfred noticed that both of them looked merely identical. The only differences between them were their hair colour. One was ginger and one had maroon hair.

"Fine then." The American pouted.

'He really is a child in mans body' both of them thought in unison and turned their head back to their brother.

"We missed you my cuteeeeeee little brother " they both squirmed as he smooched Arthur's face.

"Yo' gits, sto' foolin' around and hel' me!" A loud familiar voiced echoed in every corner of their house. The two men stood up in sequence and walked towards the door at the far end of the corner.

"Now who were they?" Alfred glanced at his lover.

"They are Seamus and Patrick. Seamus being Northern Ireland and Patrick being Ireland. They are twins." Arthur looked up and saw a nod and then looked down.

'Im pretty sure he thinks my brothers are crazy already' Arthur thought. "So what do you think about my brothers? Crazy?" His voice dropped.

The bigger nation looked down and found his lover feeling down. He grabbed his lover's hips and pulled it towards him. "True, your brothers are crazy!" Then there was a pause as the English nation felt bitter. "But then they love my sweet little Artie soooo much that I don't care if they are crazy or not. 3"

Arthur looked up as icy cyan eyes met the green puerile eyes. They just stared at each others eyes before their lips touched each other.

"Wha' 'he blood' fuc' " and loud voice came.

The kiss was broken again. When Arthur turned around, he saw his older brother, his eyes full of rage, a fist twitching at his side.

"I com' her' 'o call you fo' dinne' and you're stil' her' eatin' each othe' up an' why are 'he luggage still here?" The Scotsman asked.

Arthur blushed at first and then started to panic. "Noooo, it was those twins fault!"
"Shu' up ! Yo' can leav' 'he luggage her' for now. Jus' ge' fres' and come for dinne'. It's ready." The Scotsman turned to go back to the kitchen.

"Did Wales make the food?" Arthur asked.

"Yes bu' he isn't her'. He will be bac' soon." He finished his sentence and went to kitchen.

After getting all freshly dress from bottom to top, all they wanted to do was eat hot food.
Both of them approached to the dinning room (without holding hands (obviously!) otherwise they would be in hell of a trouble) as they both saw Kirkland brothers sitting in the dinning table.

"Arthur you still have that "The Beatles" shirt?" Patrick asked in his monotone voice without changing any kind of expression.

"Obviously you git! They were and still are legendary!" Arthur replied with a pout.

"Whatever " Seamus replied.

"Shu' up you two." Allistor yelled. "Seamus, go and tex' Wales to ge' his as' her' ASAP!"
Seamus just nodded and started texting

So what do you think~? Sorry to cut it so short for this chapter, I swear the next one will be longer!

And again, please leave me feedback regarding about the story or bad English ;-;

(At least I tried right?)