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Chapter 2 - Wales
The campsite was in the middle of nowhere, in a field and surrounded by sheep. This did not help England's mood as he trudged through tall grass and puddles to meet his final sibling. Wales had always been and outdoorsy kind of person but this was just ridiculous and as the blonde surveyed his surroundings he came to the conclusion that these were going to be some of the worst days of his life.
"Eh, Iggy, cheer up." Ireland said raising an eye brow in his direction. England huffed at the nickname.
"Aye. Ye bringing me down…" Scotland chipped in. Scotland winked at England, his blood red hair shining in the limited sunlight. He always preferred it when it was cloudy and complained that the sun blinding whenever it finally decided to show.
"Don't bring me Camping next time then!" England replied angrily, and then squirmed slightly when he felt someone hug him from behind.
"Try and enjoy it brother. It won't last forever." Came North Irelands muffled voice from behind. England sighed as the smaller sibling let go of him and ran over to his less that amused twin.
After about ten minutes of walking the group spotted a familiar looking brunette on the other side of the field. He seemed to be cooking something on a large fire and judging by the faint smell that wafted by it was sausages. North Ireland began sprinting in that direction closely followed by his brother who was yelling cuss words at him again. This left Scotland alone with England.
Scotland was a tall man, second tallest in the family after wales, with a lanky build and always smelled of smoke and whisky. Though he didn't look it, Scotland was very strong. England thought it was to do with all the caber tossing he did but he could be wrong and, to be honest, didn't really care. He also had a very sarcastic approach to everything, which was clear whenever he spoke to England.
"Will ye hurry up; I'm nae going to stand here all day!" The red head yelled from a few meters ahead, the blonde just rolled his eyes and picked up his pace. England really didn't want to be here; he'd rather be in the bath or reading a novel of some description.
England finally caught up with the others who had started eating full English breakfasts, prepared by the final Kirkland brother. Wales looked up as England approached the fire and sat down on the moist grass.
Wales, like all the other brothers, had green eyes and a pale complexion. However, unlike his other siblings he had dark brown hair and towered over most people. He was built like a rugby player, with a broad chest and tall stature, he was quiet intimidating. The other brothers tease him because of it but he is actually the softest out of the five and the most mature.
"Hey England. Good trip I hope?" The brunette asked smirking slightly.
England just closed his eyes and sighed deeply. The countries stopped eating from a moment to chuckle at England's response before continuing to inhale their food. After a moment the blond took his time to observe his surroundings more closely this time. Four tents had been hitched in a circle round the fire which stood in the middle and each tent had their flag printed on the side. Of course Irelands and North Irelands were on the same tent since they shared everything. This small feature was enough to make England smile and even chuckle a little.
The smile disappeared though when he felt a sausage hit him in the side of the head causing grease to stick to his hair. For next half an hour the blond went about catching the sneaky red head as he weaved around the carefully placed tents to avoid his fuming brother. Towards the end of their little game of cat and mouse everyone was rolling round on the grass giggling their arses off.
Night had started to fall and the faint sound of crickets could be heard in the distance. England stretched and stifled a yawn. It had been a long day and his mood had been fluctuating so much recently that he probably could pass off as bipolar. The blond said fare well to each brother in turn and left towards his tent, which he had checked for traps before entering. He lay down on his inflatable mattresses and listened to the sounds of dusk.
England had to admit that there were some benefits to camping and his brothers hadn't been so terrible today, bar the sausage incident but England had managed to get Scotland back for that. The nation started to think about paper work that still had to be filed when he got home, when he heard a loud bang which made him tense slightly.
Upon exiting the tent he saw his brothers standing in a line staring at the sky which was illuminated with showers of reds, greens and blues. Evidently one of them had brought fireworks. England started to get angry, they were breaking the law after all but when another firework went off causing the dark sky to be painted in yet more colours, he decided he would let the others have their fun for tonight.
The blond sat on the soft grass outside his tent until the last firework had gone off with a peculiar sizzling sound, then crawled back into his tent and fell asleep, hoping that he would wake up in the morning with nothing draw on his face. Those hopes weren't very high.