Hello people! Here's chapter 2:

Please note:

This story is going to be long, the characters and the plot needs time to develop. So I'm just warning people now.

1. The British isles brothers are going to be in this story. I know people aren't really fond of OC's, I think this is because people pair them with official characters and because of the Mary Sue/ Gary Stu syndrome. I've gone to great measures to make sure these are NOT Gary stu's so hopefully, my work will pay off.

2. Please note, when a Scottish person is in a foreign country they most certainly won't speak in the scots dialect, they make the effort to speak very clear English almost by the dictionary. Though, there will be traces of his accent and around his brothers he'll speak with his accent too. So sometimes, he will speak almost perfect normal English without an accent. A lot like England.

This chapter was harder to write then it should have been.

Scotland: Alistair Kirkland

N. Ireland: Seamus Kirkland

Wales: Dylan Kirkland

Ireland: Patrick Kirkland

Scotland knew there was something wrong with his little sister. You see, when he was younger his mother told him that Ireland wasn't going to be there for him or his younger siblings, he was going to do something and he wasn't going to be there.

Of course it wasn't Ireland's fault, but all the same, she told him that he would have to be the big brother in his place. So when he was about seventy in human years, she marked him with some tattoos. So he'd know when his siblings were in trouble.

For Ireland, some kind of weird crab.

For Wales, a type of owl.

For England, a small rabbit looking creature.

Later on he received another tattoo. One for North.

For Northern Ireland, a turtle.

Over time, tribes had given him tattoos themselves and had always wondered where the young nation had gotten these ones. He never told them.

Scotland, a tall, proud nation with blood red hair and green eyes (which all the brothers had.) His arms were muscular, but not overly so and a number of tribal tattoos adjourned his back and arms which were hidden by his uniform. His uniform was similar to England's, except it was dark blue with white straps across his chest, then he could choose either to wear pants or a kilt. Silver and gold piercings decorated his right ear.

Wales, looked very similar to his sister's male 'form'. Short, but longer and lighter than England's, blonde hair, with dark green eyes and thick eyebrows. His regular clothes consisted of a white shirt, light brown tie, a red blazer with a dragon emblazoned onto the pocket, and pants the same colour as his tie.

Northern Ireland, the youngest of the brothers. He looked about 15 in human years, he had shoulder length brown, shaggy hair and big, dark green eyes. He wore a white shirt, green tie, brown jumper, green and brown tartan shorts and knee length brown boots. He was usually seen with a sheep at his side.

Ireland, even if he denied it, looked very similar to North. Except he looked more like an adult. His hair was a lighter shade or brown, short and scraggy. His uniform was similar to Scotland's, except his was a light shade of green.

The four had been sitting in Wales's house, drinking Guinness, when Scotland felt a strange tingling feeling. The area where England's tattoo was. Ireland was the first to notice the red head's discomfort.

"Alba?" this attracted the attention of the other two brothers.

"What's up?" asked North.

"…Ah think… It's Albion." Immediately, all the brothers were tense. Why was there Albion in trouble and who the fuck with?

"Waaat the feck has she done nigh?"

"…Ah dunnae kinn.

"How long has it been hurting?"

"Since last night…."

"Tat long?"

"…Isnae she dating th' american eejit?"

The tension in the room suddenly increased and the silence was deadly.

"Right. We are going to see Albion now! Right?" declared Wales. The others nodded. Though, they pretended they didn't care for England, they loved her. And were very protective of her.

The bastard was gonna pay who hurt her.

The four had been driving for five hours. Five. Hours. It was a nightmare.

"Alba feckin' slow down" shouted North, feeling a little sick.

"Th' pain is getting worse sae a'm driving faster."

"Albion will be more worried if you break yer neck!"

"An' kill al' av us!"

"Stop being sissys!"

"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

" sure yer wud enjoy dis Oirlan'!"

"Shaddup North!"

When they pulled up in front of England's house. They knew there was something wrong immediately. Firstly, they weren't greeted by the magical creatures that littered England's house. Second… The presence was… wrong. It didn't feel normal.

The brothers were almost at the gate when they saw England leave her house. North was about to call out to her when she grabbed one of the rose bushes next to her front door and started ripping the roses from it.

The brothers stood there in shock for a few moments. Scotland was the first to react. He slammed the gate open, breaking the hinges as he ran forward towards England. He grabbed England under her arms and pulled her away from the rose bush.

Ireland was next. He ran forward and grabbed her hands staring at them intently. Thorns were stuck in them and they were covered in blood. She was pale, and reeked of alcohol. Tears track were evident on her face and her usually vivid green eyes were red and blood shot.

"England!? What the hell?" shouted Scotland, keeping a firm grip on the girl. England just stared with a hard face at Ireland.

"Albion! waaat de 'ell were yer tinkin?!"

"I'm sorry." She whimpered in a low voice, Wales gently pushed Ireland aside and cupped his sister's face.

"Alice…. What happened?" he asked, remaining calm. Northern Ireland looked slightly traumatized. He idled England, she was his big sister, and she was such a powerful country.

"H-h-he was cheating on me!" shouted Alice, her voice rising slightly at the end. "H-he didn't even-"

And Alice broke down again. Sobbing. Wales, North, Scotland and Ireland looked murderous. Scotland bent down slightly, turned England around and hugged her.

"Shhhhhh! albion, alice calm doon. Shhhhhh! tis a'richt." He picked her up bridal style, and carried her into the house.

"I'll kill 'im... i'll club de shoite outta 'im."

"Ireland. Calm down."

"Whaa? Wale-"

"You're gonna have to wait your turn. I have the first shot."

Alistair walked through the house and upstairs, holding Alice tighter as he made his way through the house. It was… wrecked. Almost everything was over turned or broken. He quickly made her way to the bedroom. Opening the door quickly with the hand supporting Alice's legs. He went to the bathroom, found the first aid kit and the tweezers. He lay Alice gently on the bed. He realized quickly, that her bedroom hadn't been touched. Taking one of his sister's hand's in how own and gently taking the thorns out. When he was done, he sat on the bed and lay Alice's head in his lap.

"Alice, whit ye lik'?"

He murmured as he ran his hand through her blonde locks.

Wales, Ireland and North walked through the house. Their eyes widening.

"Why'd she do dis?" mumbled North, picking up a few fallen things.

"I-I tink she's finally cracked."

"…I wouldn't be surprised, this is the third time this has happened."

Both Ireland and Northern Ireland stopped dead.

"De turd time?"

Wales realized his mistake.

"I tart dis wus de second?!"

Wales didn't answer.

"Dylan." Growled Patrick, Dylan winced slightly.

"…There was one other time. After the revolution. He asked her out, then he had a fight with her, from what I could see he started flirting with some French girl. Albion got pissed and they broke up."

…

"someone's dyin' the-nite."

Alice felt safe. Lying in her brother's lap. They often acted like they didn't care about her, they teased her and called her names, but deep down they cared.

"Alba." Whispered Alice, Alistair looked down at the blonde.

"Albion?"

"….I'm sorry."

"whit fur?"

"Everything. I'm sorry for taking your freedom. I'm sorry for being annoying. I'm sorry for being a pain. I'm sorry."

"Albio-"

"I took your freedom, because I didn't want you all to die, to fall….. To leave me alone…. I love you all and I don't want to be alone." Whimpered Alice, Alistair looked down at his sister as fresh tears began to leak from her eyes.

England wasn't normally this… open. That American bastard always bought out her weak side. Always.

"Alice… that wis in th' past… wur 'ere in th' the present, 'n' we forgive ye. Heck, even ireland forgives ye. Ye couldn't control whit yer government 'n' fowk wanted…"

That's right Alice, say goodbye. Whispered the male voice, Oliver.

We'll take care of you now hunny! You'll only need us! Said the female Olivia.

So, you won't have to feel anymore.

Alice didn't know what was happening, but she felt herself agreeing with the two.

"Alistair…"

"Alice?"

"Thank you…. Thank you so much. Goodbye….."

"What are we gonna do?"

"Kill America?"

"Before we kill 'im."

"Beat the shite outta 'im?"

"Master Ireland!" Ireland turned to see a group of small female fairies.

"Rani?"

"Master Wales! Master North! It was terrible! We thought Miss Alice was going to kill herself!"

"She was so angry!"

"She was so sad!"

"Shhhhh!" said Ireland. "…Do yer nu why she is so upset?"

"We're not exactly sure…. Just that she went to see…. America."

'I knew it'. Thought all three of the brothers. But before they could question the fairies further-

"DYLAN, SEAMUS, PATRICK. GETTUP 'ERE NOW!" They head Alistair shout from upstairs. The brothers looked at each other, before dashing up the stairs. The stormed through the bedroom door and gasped at the sight. Alistair was holding Alice close to his chest, his eyes wide and panic stricken.

Alice was glowing, a bright white light.

"Alistair waat de hell?" shouted Ireland, dashing over to his sister. Wales followed.

"ah dinnae fuck' ken! she juist said goodbye 'n' stairted glowing!"

"I've never seen this magic before." Exclaimed Wales, panicking. The fairies made their way into the room, Rani looked mad and panicked.

"No… Alice's magic isn't this dark." She whispered to herself. None of the Kirkland's had dark magic… Who was causing this?

"Dylan…Seamus…. Patrick." The three looked to see Alice, her eyes were wide and full of tears.

"I'm sorry…. Goodbye."

"ALICE!" But it was too late, there was a bright flash of light…..

And Alice Kirkland was gone.

Alba- Scotland (Gaelic/ Scottish)

Cymru- Wales (welsh)

Northern Ireland- North (sometimes used)

England- Sasana , Albion

Ireland- Éire

Sorry, I thought the car drive was necessary….. Second, please review! It makes me happy, third, please tell me you theories!

This chapter has been edited, but I will double check it later!

See ya next time! Review and goodbye!