p data-p-id="61ac2c7b65e8bc7532cc5eae590ec90c"emstrongHey guys! This is just a quick opening remark to say this part isn't as much of a 'x reader', but it still has some moments in it thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!~/strong/em/p
p data-p-id="5e9d8c2a4431e18cd9b03a6f3d874e59"Alistair Kirkland was an interesting man. He always had this air of confidence around him, but you thought it seemed so fragile. You also knew that he had a very rocky relationship with his brothers, that topic wasn't brought up very often at all between you two. One day, you decided to visit him and none other than his brother Arthur wanted to accompany you. You of course were a bit nervous to see how this went because one, those two fought the most out of all of them. Secondly, Alistair had been drinking more often and hadn't been acting like himself at all lately. You had no idea why though. Knocking on the door, you shift uncomfortably between your two legs and Arthur puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder as the door slowly opens revealing a disheveled Scot./p
p data-p-id="f6b964929defe4ae77447b64d1147375""What is Artie doing here lass?" He growls out, making you scared a bit./p
p data-p-id="6f08a79997ee500a2fcac12daa37c85c""Alistair, I wanted to talk to you empleas/eme... It's important." Arthur tells him before you have the chance to say anything. Said Scot only sighs angrily and stands to the side of the door, allowing England and yourself to enter his home. Although Scotland has not left his house or shown any signs of being a house clean type of person, his entire estate was spotless. He did have extra time on his hands, but you never thought he would clean. That is unless he just got really bored. Smiling, you enter and stand next to his kitchen counter./p
p data-p-id="ac08a5733b9533e802b38e654f8d2a42""Well, what did ye need to tell me emsweet brother o' mine?"/em You can practically feel the sarcasm and anger dripping from the ginger's voice. You prepare for the worse when Arthur brings his older brother to a side room where you can't see anything, but hearing isn't an issue./p
p data-p-id="c3791ec64a951fd46474b7c3529761c2""Look, I want to know why ye came lad... You never gave me no mind before, so what could've changed?"/p
p data-p-id="63da3a5ee0b11bf48d455344f3fdcd1d""I'm...I'm sorry." You could hear England shuffle his feet on the carpet. /p
p data-p-id="cd294d865833b43e8fe40016ac49c409""W-what do ye mean?! Is this some kind of sick joke to make you feel better after all this time huh? Do you think that saying two words will make everything better, that I'll just forget the fact that you and Matthew and Alfie and Francis all left me alone because emYOU/em got into an argument with me and didn't want to seem like the bad guy? O-or is this just your way of saying that-that I should feel worse about meself for everything and that I should go drown everything out behind some hard liquor, only to regret the fact that I can't bring meself to even try talking to you all? Or did you just want me to confess all of that because I'm drunk and ready to walk away... What do you want from me Arthur?..." /p
p data-p-id="8a3f4fe561bdc041aaefaf7eac749606"Allistair's voice dies out before you hear him holding back from sobbing, only to punch a wall instead. You peek around the corner just in time to see Arthur flinch, but quickly recover and go to hug his brother's now slumped and shaking form. You decide to stay back, as to not disturb them because this is a time when you knew you shouldn't intervene. Then the unexpected happens when you hear Arthur say, /p
p data-p-id="750b17c1fbc66c9e0bfeff0930912493""Rinn thu cho mòr dhomh nuair a bha mi nas òige, agus rinn e pronnadh obair mhath a tha e a 'togail agus tha mi duilich a thug e dhomh fhada seo a thoirt gu buil e Alistair agus chan eil mi a-riamh an dùil gu maitheadh Tu e dhomh, ach bha mi ag iarraidh thu a' cluinntinn seo. Co-dhiù, cha robh mi ag ionnsachadh bho dhut nuair a tha thu a 'feuchainn ri Gàidhlig a theagasg dhomh..." (Translation: you did so much for me when I was younger and did a smashing good job raising me and i'm sorry it took me this long to realise it Alistair and I don't ever expect you to forgive me, but I wanted you to hear this. By the way, I did learn from you when you tried to teach me Gaelic...)/p
p data-p-id="c257c0ad456f3bf6a0b5c2d4ad846bd3"You didn't speak Gaelic,but you didn't think Arthur could looks at his younger brother shocked before embracing him and smiling./p
p data-p-id="f405594e0191d763cb9b1b61d1d4ce44""Thank you Artie, I-I appreciate it. You did listen." After that, both boys stand up when Alistair has a devilish grin adorning his face./p
p data-p-id="78fb6b6e248f0ccb6b7dcc4659961e6f""What?" Arthur looks at the ginger, only before said redhead traps the Brit in a headlock and starts messing up his hair. /p
p data-p-id="d8de7585841fc2fb00aab6dc1cece6f8""I knew you couldn't stay away from your favourite brother laddie!" Alistair laughs./p
p data-p-id="17c2f82951248473015a1dc92df4d3fc""Get off me you bloody git! I can't breathe with your stupid arm around my neck!" England shouts right back. You giggle as their heads turn to you. You stop before smiling, /p
p data-p-id="c1c811e8d3da68c0c0fc3e3474b173af""That's one hell of a stress reliever, I'm glad you two could sort this out." Arthur stands up before muttering something and shooting a tiny glare to his brother who is just staring at you. You walk past Scotland and reach up to give him a kiss on the cheek. He turns as red as his hair and you pass him, but not before saying,/p
p data-p-id="295ffeb663563270d2103708e37f7363""Alli, don't forget, you still owe your brothers and I some explanation for why you ignored all of us, mainly me. And if not, I'll just go stay withem Ireland./em" He visibly stiffens before shouting out a bunch of gibberish at your retreating form, returning his gaze to the Englishman next to him and grinning cheekily, /p
p data-p-id="c941c9e89e8773712c44614d8509c8bc""She loves you idiot, so don't screw it up or I'll force you to eat some scones." Arthur says before he and the now paling Scot return to the living room to converse with /br /p
p data-p-id="1893e891d8949897dc7578309b4fb057"emstrongYou made it to the end of this thing that I'm calling a chapter! AND you didn't die from how awful it was, especially the ending! Good job, but enough praise because who needs that? Anywho, thank you so much for reading and I'll catch you next time! ~ Reiya/strong/em/p
p data-p-id="5e9d8c2a4431e18cd9b03a6f3d874e59"Alistair Kirkland was an interesting man. He always had this air of confidence around him, but you thought it seemed so fragile. You also knew that he had a very rocky relationship with his brothers, that topic wasn't brought up very often at all between you two. One day, you decided to visit him and none other than his brother Arthur wanted to accompany you. You of course were a bit nervous to see how this went because one, those two fought the most out of all of them. Secondly, Alistair had been drinking more often and hadn't been acting like himself at all lately. You had no idea why though. Knocking on the door, you shift uncomfortably between your two legs and Arthur puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder as the door slowly opens revealing a disheveled Scot./p
p data-p-id="f6b964929defe4ae77447b64d1147375""What is Artie doing here lass?" He growls out, making you scared a bit./p
p data-p-id="6f08a79997ee500a2fcac12daa37c85c""Alistair, I wanted to talk to you empleas/eme... It's important." Arthur tells him before you have the chance to say anything. Said Scot only sighs angrily and stands to the side of the door, allowing England and yourself to enter his home. Although Scotland has not left his house or shown any signs of being a house clean type of person, his entire estate was spotless. He did have extra time on his hands, but you never thought he would clean. That is unless he just got really bored. Smiling, you enter and stand next to his kitchen counter./p
p data-p-id="ac08a5733b9533e802b38e654f8d2a42""Well, what did ye need to tell me emsweet brother o' mine?"/em You can practically feel the sarcasm and anger dripping from the ginger's voice. You prepare for the worse when Arthur brings his older brother to a side room where you can't see anything, but hearing isn't an issue./p
p data-p-id="c3791ec64a951fd46474b7c3529761c2""Look, I want to know why ye came lad... You never gave me no mind before, so what could've changed?"/p
p data-p-id="63da3a5ee0b11bf48d455344f3fdcd1d""I'm...I'm sorry." You could hear England shuffle his feet on the carpet. /p
p data-p-id="cd294d865833b43e8fe40016ac49c409""W-what do ye mean?! Is this some kind of sick joke to make you feel better after all this time huh? Do you think that saying two words will make everything better, that I'll just forget the fact that you and Matthew and Alfie and Francis all left me alone because emYOU/em got into an argument with me and didn't want to seem like the bad guy? O-or is this just your way of saying that-that I should feel worse about meself for everything and that I should go drown everything out behind some hard liquor, only to regret the fact that I can't bring meself to even try talking to you all? Or did you just want me to confess all of that because I'm drunk and ready to walk away... What do you want from me Arthur?..." /p
p data-p-id="8a3f4fe561bdc041aaefaf7eac749606"Allistair's voice dies out before you hear him holding back from sobbing, only to punch a wall instead. You peek around the corner just in time to see Arthur flinch, but quickly recover and go to hug his brother's now slumped and shaking form. You decide to stay back, as to not disturb them because this is a time when you knew you shouldn't intervene. Then the unexpected happens when you hear Arthur say, /p
p data-p-id="750b17c1fbc66c9e0bfeff0930912493""Rinn thu cho mòr dhomh nuair a bha mi nas òige, agus rinn e pronnadh obair mhath a tha e a 'togail agus tha mi duilich a thug e dhomh fhada seo a thoirt gu buil e Alistair agus chan eil mi a-riamh an dùil gu maitheadh Tu e dhomh, ach bha mi ag iarraidh thu a' cluinntinn seo. Co-dhiù, cha robh mi ag ionnsachadh bho dhut nuair a tha thu a 'feuchainn ri Gàidhlig a theagasg dhomh..." (Translation: you did so much for me when I was younger and did a smashing good job raising me and i'm sorry it took me this long to realise it Alistair and I don't ever expect you to forgive me, but I wanted you to hear this. By the way, I did learn from you when you tried to teach me Gaelic...)/p
p data-p-id="c257c0ad456f3bf6a0b5c2d4ad846bd3"You didn't speak Gaelic,but you didn't think Arthur could looks at his younger brother shocked before embracing him and smiling./p
p data-p-id="f405594e0191d763cb9b1b61d1d4ce44""Thank you Artie, I-I appreciate it. You did listen." After that, both boys stand up when Alistair has a devilish grin adorning his face./p
p data-p-id="78fb6b6e248f0ccb6b7dcc4659961e6f""What?" Arthur looks at the ginger, only before said redhead traps the Brit in a headlock and starts messing up his hair. /p
p data-p-id="d8de7585841fc2fb00aab6dc1cece6f8""I knew you couldn't stay away from your favourite brother laddie!" Alistair laughs./p
p data-p-id="17c2f82951248473015a1dc92df4d3fc""Get off me you bloody git! I can't breathe with your stupid arm around my neck!" England shouts right back. You giggle as their heads turn to you. You stop before smiling, /p
p data-p-id="c1c811e8d3da68c0c0fc3e3474b173af""That's one hell of a stress reliever, I'm glad you two could sort this out." Arthur stands up before muttering something and shooting a tiny glare to his brother who is just staring at you. You walk past Scotland and reach up to give him a kiss on the cheek. He turns as red as his hair and you pass him, but not before saying,/p
p data-p-id="295ffeb663563270d2103708e37f7363""Alli, don't forget, you still owe your brothers and I some explanation for why you ignored all of us, mainly me. And if not, I'll just go stay withem Ireland./em" He visibly stiffens before shouting out a bunch of gibberish at your retreating form, returning his gaze to the Englishman next to him and grinning cheekily, /p
p data-p-id="c941c9e89e8773712c44614d8509c8bc""She loves you idiot, so don't screw it up or I'll force you to eat some scones." Arthur says before he and the now paling Scot return to the living room to converse with /br /p
p data-p-id="1893e891d8949897dc7578309b4fb057"emstrongYou made it to the end of this thing that I'm calling a chapter! AND you didn't die from how awful it was, especially the ending! Good job, but enough praise because who needs that? Anywho, thank you so much for reading and I'll catch you next time! ~ Reiya/strong/em/p
