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I used the translator for Scotland, and Northern Ireland, so I may be wrong. I can't find one for Wales though. Also, I'm not British, only trying to do a British accent, so forgive me if it's not correct. English is not my first language.
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Chapter 2: Welcome To The Kirkland Household, Ivan
England stared down at the small child in front of him, his mouth hung opened in shock.
Russia, on the other hand, had lifted his hands up for inspections and was now looking around the room.
"Where am I?" he asked.
That question knocked England out of his shock and he stared at the young Russia in surprise.
"Y-you don't remember?" He asked the child, than remembered that he had also intended to erase America's memory and return him to his innocent days as well.
England face palmed himself when Russia shook his head. He looked up at England with calculating eyes that had England suspicious of this child, feeling somewhat uneasy by his unnerving stare. Russia even managed to make England move back when he smiled innocently up at him.
"But I'm so happy to be back, Bi-," he had tried to walk up to England, but his small feet made him trip on the hems of his long coat that no longer fit him now.
"Ahh!" England reached out for the fallen child and Russia sat up, rubbing his aching nose.
"Ow." Small droplets of tears form in his eyes and when England saw that, he had moved back into a straight position and moved his gaze away from the child.
"Any who," he said, trying to change the subject. "For now, I suppose we should look for something that'll fit you." He reached out a hand to the child sitting on the grown.
Russia looked at his outstretched hand for a moment, blinking, before taking it and having England pulled him up.
England sighed and led Russia out of the room. "I wonder if Peter has some spare cloths you could use for tonight...? Ahh, I'll have to explain this to those guys as well. Bloody hell. This is just my day, isn't it?" He closed his eyes at the thought before turning to the confused Russia.
"Hmm?" Russia tilted his head sideway in confusion, looking up at England. "Sorry, my memory is still a bit hazy, da."
England looked a bit shocked at that, but hoped it had something to do with Russia's unintended and uncontrolled magic instead of a hitch in his potion. England turned his head away and started walking again. "Well, I suppose I should be happy that this month's bloody meeting is already done and over with. Now I just need to worry about turning you back before anyone realizes..."
Russia continued to stare up at England in wonder before suddenly saying, "You're strange, da."
"Ac-! I don't want to be hearing something like that from you, of all people!"
"Hmm." Russia turned back to looking at the front again. "You're going to fix this, da?"
Seems his memories did return after all.
"... Naturally," England relied.
And their conversation ended at that as Russia lowered his head, hiding his eyes behind his bangs, his face set in a frown as he held one hand up to his heart.
Finally, the two arrived in the living room to find the telly on, showing some drama of the 1990s. Two children were playing card games down on the floor while a ginger haired man sat on the couch and watched the telly.
"Peter," England spoke up, getting the attention of all three as they turned their heads to look at him.
Upon seeing who Arthur had dragged in with him though, Ireland lost his smile and forgot the words he was going to jab his brother with and only stared, wide eyed at the young child.
"Me Bejasus, is dat who oi tink it is?" He whispered out. "Artie, 'oy cum you're not dead yet?" Arthur only glared at him to get the Irish off his back and back to watching the telly, though Ireland did take glances back at him now and again.
"Hmm? What, Jerk? Can't you see I'm in the middle of an important battle? I'm about to win here!" said Sealand, looking up only at England, making sure his cards were secured and out of sight of his female opponent.
Upon seeing Sealand, Russia's eyes seemed to widen in shock and mid interest, causing Ireland to raise his eyebrow in question and for Wy to narrow hers in return. But she blinked and stared back when his purple eyes landed on her though.
A tick mark appeared on England's forehead, but he kept his temper in, and instead, he said, "Do you have some spare clothes that Russia could use for tonight?"
Russia looked up at England while Sealand studied Russia. Finally, after a moment, Sealand got up and walked over to the two, his cards in hand.
Sealand took Russia's hand away from England's and led him off toward the stairs, all the while pocketing his cards into his pants pocket.
"Artie, waaat ye chucker (do)?" Ireland asked his baby brother.
"It was an accident, alright? I'll fix it!" England responded back, before turning back the way he came, deciding to go and find some cure for this mess before things could get out of hand. "Oh," he stopped and turned back. "And just so we're clear, Seamus, Alistair does not need to know about this, savvy? I'll fix it myself. I don't need him on my back as well, I really don't."
Ireland pouted at not being able to tell his partner in crime and England narrowed his eyes at him. "... Gran' so (alright)," Ireland sighed and went back to watching the telly.
"With everything going on, I really don't need this happening right now," England muttered, walking back into the shadows.
Sealand led Russia up the stairs and into his room. He then went threw his closet and found something for Russia and handed them to him.
"Here," he held out the folded clothes to Russia, who took it with a confused look on his face. "You can change in my room. You'll probably be sleeping with me anyways, if he doesn't get you your own room. Though I don't really mind, I've always wanted a roommate." He smiled. "Any who. Get changed and once you're done, just open the door and we could go down together." Sealand turned to walk out of the room.
"Hmm. You are much nicer than your older brother da," Russia spoke up, staring at Sealand's back.
Sealand turned around and said, "Hmm? Well of course I am! I'm not that jerk! Just you wait, Russia, one day, I'll surpass England!" And he closed the door quietly behind him after giving Russia one last bright smile.
Russia looked down at his clothes, a bit confused. "But I wasn't referring to England though...?" He seemed confused by his own words, wondering why he suddenly thought of America instead. Prophase it was the eyes...?
Shrugging his shoulders, Russia slipped out of his old clothes to slip into his new ones before folding his old ones up and placed them neatly at the end of the bed. Once finished, he walked toward the door and opened it to find Sealand leaning on the wall next to the door, waiting for him.
"Hmm? Oh, you're finished?" he asked. "Where's your old clothes?" He pocked his head into the room and glanced up at Russia, who pointed toward the bed. "Ah, I forgot to tell you to take it with you." Russia looked back at him, seeming a bit startled. "We need to give it to Michelle so she could wash it and it'll be all cleaned up and ready to be store away until you could wear it again."
"Oh," said Russia, before going to get his clothes and walked back to Peter, giving him a smile. "Let's go, da?"
Sealand nodded and both boys made their way down. Once down, he led Russia toward the laundry room and on their way, the boys passed the kitchen.
As they passed, Russia could see two people in the kitchen, one a dirty blonde, almost light brown haired man and the other was a girl dressed in blue, her hair tied into two pigtails and held by a red ribbon. Both had on aprons and appeared to be cooking, though it seemed that the girl was only there to help with the ingredients and Russia was happy with that. After all, everyone knew how dangerous England's cooking can be.
Finally, they made it to the laundry room and Sealand placed Russia's clothes in a red basket filled with other dirty clothes before both walked out again, this time seeing Arthur in the kitchen as well when they passed. He seemed to be having a small argument with the island girl and was trying to get her out of the kitchen, having already taken the knife from her hand and was now positioning himself to do her job.
He led Russia in and said, "Hey, Jerk. We're done."
The three adults turned away from their work, or rather, Seychelles and England stopped their arguing and Wales turned his head from happily watching them with a small fond smile on his face as he stirred the silver pot. The adults looked down at the children, and Seychelles and Wales looked shocked and surprised at what they were seeing, so much so, Wales almost burnt himself while not paying attention.
"A-Arthur," Seychelles whispered, moving towards Arthur and touching his shoulder for some comfort. "I-is that..." She stared at Russia. "W-who I think it is?"
England did not answer and instead, made his way toward the two and crouched down in front of Russia, his grim face turning into a warm one as he asked, "How does it feel?" He petted Russia's head, causing Seychelles to gapes in shock and reach out to stop him, but Wales held her back, shaking his head. Russia, though, had his eyes widen in shock. "Does it fit you?"
Russia studied him for a moment and England removed his hand upon realization.
"S-sorry," he apologized, a blush on his face. "I...forgot myself...for a moment there."
Sealand only watched the interaction between the two before grabbing Russia's hand and said, "Come on, I still have to finish my game with Wendy." And he dragged Russia out of the room and back to the living room.
"That Peter," said Seychelles. "Does he not know the danger of doing such a thing to the personification of Russia?"
"Hm, I would say he's much like you in that category, Michelle. Right Artie?" said Wales, shifting his gaze toward Arthur.
England smiled down at the small girl. "Well," he said before walking passed him and toward the living room.
"Hah? What's that's suppose to mean? You Jerk! Come back here and explain!" Seychelles exploded after the man. "Eyebrows!"
England stopped and twitched at the nickname, but swallowed his pride and anger, and continued on his way.
"Now, now, Michelle," Wales held her back before she could angrily go after him. "Let's finish dinner, shall we? I'm sure everyone's starving by now." His gaze shifted to the clock that now read 19:10*.
"Ah! You're right!" And both got back to work on finishing dinner once more.
England stopped and looked into the living room, staring at Russia, who was sitting on the floor with the children and learning the rules of the game from Sealand, who had just won his game with Wy and now wanted Russia to play against him.
"'Happy to be back', hah?" England reflected on Russia's words. His eyes narrowed on the seemingly young child's form. "It can't be... could it?"
As if sensing his stare, Russia turned his head toward England and smiled.
"Everyone! Dinner's ready!" Seychelles' voice called out from the dinning room.
"Yes/coming!" Sealand and Wy called back, gathering their cards together before getting up and running passed England and to the kitchen.
That snapped England out of his staring contest with Russia as he shouted after the kids to not run in the house. Ireland came up to Russia and both walked toward the dinning room together, though Ireland seemed a bit weary of him and Russia continued to smile as both entered the warm scenery of a family dinner.
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*England is three hours behind Russia, or, more precisely, London is three hours behind Moscow.