Morning 2-Scotland (and Wales?)
"BEEP BEEP BEEP"
"SHUT UP NORTH!"
"Wales cooked this morning, we're going to live! I've never felt this relieved in my life!"
The young man legged it out of the room of his older brother and mentor. Scotland smiled to him self, he acted grumpier then he actually was in the morning so people would leave him alone. He went off towards the bathroom in hopes of getting he first shower, and in turn hot water. He was not lucky. England was in the bathroom singing in the shower, leaving Scotland swearing under his breath, hoping that his younger brother did not use all the hot water but knew that England was not that considerate. This was definitely going to be a reason on his list of why independence was better.
"Wales that is not what we eat at breakfast time!"
He heard North yelling through the floor. His personal "alarm clock" was the usual breakfast cook but today had to hand over duties to the rest of family due to his boss complaining about him being overworked. He heard footsteps coming up the stair light and quick footsteps, the Isle of Mann.
"It's a war-zone down there. Under no circumstances are you to go down there. Wales has his fucking dragon involved!"
Just about comprehending the strange accented boy who then dashed away, he took into account a number of factors but decided that he liked the house just little too much to let Wales burn it down, after all it had his best whiskey in the basement. Sprinting down the stairs he nearly knocked over the Channel Islands
"It's bad enough I've to wake up every morning with a fear of France being in my bad but this! AHHH!"
All that made Scotland move faster...
"Wales put the flame thrower down."
He felt to arms wrap around him looking down, his little brother was hugging him from behind his back shaking violently. Scotland facepalmed, Wales's "dragon" was in reality his favourite flame thrower. He was worse then Ireland and for being able to pull random things from nowhere. Knowing that words were not that brothers strong point, he took action in the form of a firm punch to the nose, knocking him back and out. The house had a certain amount of precautions for Wales, such as every room having fire extinguishers. Taking the one off the kitchen wall he put of all the little fires that had started burning away the various objects. Emptying the remanined of the foam on his brother before making himself a cup of tea.
England walked into the kitchen to see one of his brothers on the floor, one covered in foam and the other sitting at a chair like nothing had happened. Oh yeah, the kitchen was full of steam, the floor was wet and there was a distinct smell of burnt venison.
"Wales?"
"Fucking Wales."
Okay so I made Scotland a bit of a hero. He's the eldest of the household and not as bad in the mornings as you'd think, I reckon one raging morning person is enough for any household. If you want Wales to get his own chapter let me know, but this kinda cover him, at least I think anyway... Next up England...
Added extra, since I got two favourites I'm in a great mood and I've put my family tree of the U.k and Ireland.
Britannia+Pictland B+Hibernnia H+La Tene La Tene+Pictland
same mother same father same mother
Scotland-1/2brother-Northern Ireland-1/2 sister-Ireland-1/2 brother-Isle of Man
Britannia+Hallstadt Britannia+Germania?
same parents same mother
Wales-brother-Channel Islands-1/2 brother-England
So except Ireland and Man, they've all got Britannia as a mother. Halstadt and La Tene are the two types of Celt. The question mark with Germania is that I'm not 100% certain if that's right or not.
So pretty much all of the U.k are half siblings... at some point I will write them arguing with each other over who has the best father.