A VERRY BRITISH CHRISTMAS
CHAPTER 2
A/N: Hello again! I know it hasn't been very long since I last posted a chapter but I want to fit as many stories into this Christmas season as I can. I don't know how much longer this will be cus I'm basically rambling and trying to fit facts in too. Thank you to everyone who has followed, favourited, commented or read my story at all it's really nice to come home from school and see people actually like the crap I write. THANK YOU! Excuse any language errors but I can barely even get my head round English and that's my first language so I don't know anything about foreign languages. Don't own Hetalia or England would still be a pirate and I would be his wife. I hope this chapter is to your satisfaction, enjoy :3
"I'll ask ye again, lad: who the feck are you?" What's up with his accent? America thought but then realised that he should probably be wondering why this man was in his room at all. He then realised that the man was waiting for an answer "Oh right," America composed himself "I'm the United States of America, the hero!" he declared with a grin. "Good fer you." He said disinterested, picking a speck of tobacco out of his teeth. America suddenly became aware that he was half undressed in his bed and a stranger was in his room, seemingly with no intention of leaving. "Uh, and you are?" America questioned awkwardly. "Scotland." he grunted, still sitting there inhaling the smoke. "Okaaaaay, so Scotland could you, uh, get out maybe? So I can get changed?" That made the man look up "Yer ordering me te get out of a room in my own house? Ye certainly have some nerve!" That puzzled America completely, who was this guy?
At that moment England came through the door "Good morning, America, how are you this morning? Breakfast is cooking so if you-" He noticed Scotland in the room, his eyes narrowing "Scotland what the bloody hell are you doing in here, dive the boy some space! Go on get out, Allistor!" England snapped. Scotland glared at England but left anyway. "Sorry about him. Anyway, as I was saying, breakfast is cooking down stairs so if you're ready you can come down and it will be ready shortly." England stated, unconsciously tidying piles of America's clothes that had already appeared on the floor. "Iggy, who is that guy? He said that this was his house!" America questioned. England raised his eyebrows "Did he now? I forgot you didn't know him! That's my oldest brother, Scotland or Allistor or occasionally Scottie, but I don't recommend calling him that unless your life ambition is to become haggis or you're Wales. Scotland is part of Great Britain, though he often makes it clear that he doesn't want to have anything to do with me, to which I say I never said he had to stay! As for this being 'his house' I suppose my door is always open for family and anything I possess somehow becomes his. Anyway, I'll let you get changed then you can come down stairs, I've made a full English breakfast and you absolutely must have some! I made it especially for you!" With that he left "Yaaaay," America said sarcastically, he suddenly felt bad and decided he would at least try to stomach some of England's food. With a sigh he pulled on some new clothes and made his way down stairs.
(P-A-G-E—B-R-E-A-K—B-L-E-H)
The scene in the kitchen was absolute chaos, England was wrestling a leek of a red-brown haired man "Just give it a try, Sasana, leek makes everything better!" "It's called an English breakfast and I'm England so what I say goes!" "It's not my fault you have control issues." "I do NOT have control issues!" the argument continued. Meanwhile, Scotland, still smoking and looking like a storm, was sitting down using a younger looking red head as a foot rest. The man looked very indignant and was complaining loudly, giving painful looking punches to Scotland's calves.
America was standing in the doorway, silently watching all of this unfold, when he suddenly heard a shout coming from the staircase above him, "Surprise Ireland attack!" with that a red head girl jumped onto America's back, knocking him to the floor, and started punching him while laughing manically. Scotland's foot rest instantly perked up and catapulted himself at America to join in with the girl. England suddenly became aware of America's presence, he yelped and quickly came to America's aid. "Erin, Seamus, get of him this instant!" England ordered, but the pair found England's attempts at controlling them quite hilarious. Scotland and the brown haired male came to watch England's futile attempts to tame the red heads. The younger spectator burst out laughing and started cheering them all on, even Scotland's lips quirked into a smile for a while until he decided that he was bored. "All right, ye bastards, shut up yer giving me a head ache. If yer gonna terrorise Albion do it quietly." With that the, still snickering, pair jumped of America and England, who, in his attempts to save America, had managed to end up on the ground next to the super power.
England rose with an indignant cough, followed by America, who looked rather dazed and was still trying to work out what on earth was going on. "Well if we are all civilised now, gentlemen," (Scotland snorted at that) "I would like to meet America. America, you've already met Scotland, this is Ireland Erin, her almost twin Northern Ireland/ North/ Seamus and Dylan, Wales. They are all my older siblings." Scotland frowned, Erin did a mocking courtesy while her twin did a bow and Wales nodded his recognition. America was stunned by the fact that England was a youngest child, how was that even possible? America then became aware that everyone was looking at him, it was very disconcerting that every single one of their eyes were an identical shade of green only varying slightly in shape and size. It was then that Alfred realised that England's eyes did indeed look the youngest, they were wide and almost childlike compared to his older siblings.
"Well then, I hope that I can trust you not to murder each other while I finish the breakfast, which will NOT contain leeks." America mentally punched the air in triumph and Wales pouted. With that England left the room.
The attention was still on America, who didn't feel very comfortable with the looks being sent his way. "So you're America? Is that the same America who used to be Sasana's lad?" Ireland questioned, she didn't sound threatening but there was something menacing about the way she was staring. "Yeah, England raised me, if that's what ya mean." America replied, wondering this was going. "So what did he do to ye?" The question completely took America of guard "What? What dya mean?" America spluttered "I mean what did he do to ye that made ye leave him, broken down crying in the rain, without looking back once?" Scotland snarled "Hey, I just wanted him to see me as an equal! I wanted to be great like him, he was my role model. I just wanted independence!" America defended, the four nations were getting uncomfortably close. "You can get independence and still be someone's brother." Ireland snapped. "Sasana was a complete wreck when you left him." Wales continued "He locked himself up in here and refused to come out, he wouldn't sleep, eat or drink, in fact, after the first night he wouldn't even cry, just sort of sat there. He banished all his fae too, now that's when you know it's serious. And, from what I've heard, all he ever did was spoilt you rotten." At that Scotland snorted "Ye've got that right, Albion has rather different brothering techniques to the rest of us." Scotland said, cracking his knuckles. "No one hurts our wee brother and gets away with it" Northern Ireland hissed.
(D-A-M-N—A-M-E-R-I-C-A'-S –G-O-N-N-A—D-I-E—B-R-E-A-K—B-L-E-H)
England was dishing out bacon, equally, into six separate plates, humming quietly to himself, when he heard a crash and some shouting coming from the living room. He sighed, was it too much to ask to just have everyone get along? He left the half prepared food on the kitchen counter and stormed into the next room, "What the bloody hell is going on in here?" He snapped. His eyes widened when he saw the scene taking place; America was being pinned back against the wall by the Ireland twins, Wales' hands were balled into fists and he was wearing a malicious grin, and Scotland was dragging his cigarette across America's face.
"Get of him, you gits!" England exclaimed, whacking his siblings away with the spatula he was still holding. He then hoisted America back upright and studied the damage to the boy's face. There was a red hand shaped mark across his left cheek, his lip was bleeding and there were faint pink burn lines where Scotland's cigarette had touched. "Are you okay, poppet?" England asked the American, the boy looked like he was in shock and didn't reply. "What on earth were you doing?" England was fuming. "Relax, brother, America asked us to show him some attack strategies so we showed him. Isn't that right, lad?" Ireland gave America a threatening look, which didn't go unseen by England, and America nodded weakly. "See, Sasana, we mean no harm!" North smiled. "Oh, shut up." England sneered and addressed America again.
"Are you okay, America?" he repeated, America had shaken of the shock and was now more embarrassed about his ordeal than anything else. "Yeah, a hero is always fine!" America stated confidently, his quick recovery caused Scotland to raise his eyebrows in mild surprise. "Do you want to go back to your room, I would completely understand, you can eat there just this once if you would like." England fussed, temporarily reverting back to his colony carer stance. "Na, dude, I feel fine, like carrot top junior said, we were practising self-defence." America replied, Ireland looked like she was about to explode with supressed laughter but her twin didn't look pleased at the nickname. England new very well, having been victim to such attacks often when he was a child, that America was lying, but he let it slide, as long as America was okay right?
England sighed, "Well, if you would all sit at the table, I will bring the food through and this time I'm keeping the door open!" England was true to his word and kept his gaze fixed on each of them as they made their way to the table. Though he would never show it, America was weary of the unruly nations at the table, what the hell was wrong with them?
America was wrenched from his thoughts when England put a plate in front of him. It contained sausages, bacon, egg, beans, bread, mushrooms, hash brown and tomato. "Don't worry, America, I gave your black pudding to Scotland." England commented, seating himself. "Dig in, gentlemen." England said. "Hey, so I look like a guy to you?" Erin complained. "Of course not, Erin, you're the finest lass I've ever seen!" North said with a dazzling smile "That's very nice of you but I'm still not letting you keep that bacon you stole." She retorted. "Waaaaaa? No pfft I didn't take anything!" Seamus spluttered. "Well, with Scotland's skirts and England's everything, you make up the masculinity they're missing, Ery." Wales stated, he quickly had to dodge a shower of mushrooms from his older brother.
They sure do fight a lot, America noted. "Aren't you hungry, America; you haven't had a single bite of food yet." England questioned. Oh shit, America had forgotten about the food. He let out a shaky laugh and lifted a fork of food to his mouth. England smiled at him, expectantly. America took a deep breath and swallowed… and it was delicious! He was so shocked he spat out the food onto Wales, who thought it was North and got him in a head lock. "Hahaha, surprised, America? I thought you would be!" England laughed. America was stunned "But, how, what, wha? England which nation did you steal this from?" America said. "Uh, I cooked it myself you wanker," England replied, indignant. "But I've had your food before, it was disgusting! What's changed?" America questioned "Well, when I am cooking for others I cook as horribly as I possibly can because then, when they are passing by, they will never ask to come around for a meal and I won't have to deal with some bloody gits coming around just for the sake of free food! I've cooked normally today because it's Christmas." America was stunned, was this really true? This would explain why America had loved England's cooking when he was a child. "Ha, that is so like you Albion, anything to get out of socialising." Scotland teased. "Yeah, ever heard of the word 'antisocial'?" Ireland added. "Shut up, I'm not antisocial!" England said, and the fighting resumed. America stared at them incredulously, so England could cook? That settled it, the world was ending.
Somehow, Seamus' beans ended up on Scotland's head, which he wasn't very pleased about. This lead to a fight taking place on the table and America found himself chanting "Fight" with the others. Everything was absolute chaos. A well, let the world end, it's Christmas!
A/N: Yay, another chapter! I've realised this hasn't had much actual Christmas festivity in it yet, but oh well. Poor America, thrown into the deep dark depths of the Kirkland family without warning. This is taking a lot longer to write than I thought it would, it's cus I ramble so much I suppose. I just hope I can write this all before Christmas, tell me in the comments if you think it's okay to write a Christmas fic after Christmas or whether I should wait till next year if I go over time because I have mixed opinions from my friends (Okay friend not friends but I have many acquaintances). Anyway thank you for reading, I really honestly do appreciate it. Bya!