Chapter 4

The Kirkland household, as a whole made a silent pact to not wake anyone up, except Alfred about Arthur. The elder nation was a stickler about his sleep and always had been. This had led to some traumatic midnight memories. The man did not usually sleep so late, in fact Alfred was awake before he was. So being the 'hero' he went to go wake up his old man. The others knew it was not the best decision, and they knew Al knew that, but let him anyway. If Artie was going to be pissed with anyone, it might as well be America. He might be better after his tea, but who knows.

None of the other nations had been inside Arthur's room before. It was a forbidden room in the mansion. He was an empire and his colonies were very afraid he would treat them like Spain did his, if they disobeyed him. America had experience enough for the rest of them to go off of. Alfred, of course, had been inside many times. His sense of bravery was just barely above stupidity.

"Dudes, stop acting so afraid. If this room is anything like I remember, it is the most boring thing to ever exist," America smiled.

Alfred entered first. The room was grey with green and red accents here and there. The bed was a dark wooden stained four poster. Inside was a sleeping England, who looked absolutely adorable cuddling a teddy bear. Seems the first apple did not fall far from the tree. Arthur was soundly asleep. Alfred walked over to Artie's bed, and.

"YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE. YOU ARE MY SUN-"

Arthur then woke up and immediately began to smother the larger nation with his pillow. Leon, Jett, and Matt could not keep themselves together and began to laugh uncontrollably. Like they literally doubled over and Jett could not stand and was leaning on Matthew, who was leaning on Leon, who promptly fell over, because he was laughing a little too hard.

After this little episode, the Kirkland Clan journeyed downstairs for Breakfast. Canada got to cook because he was related to Francis, who taught him to cook.

"Why can't I just eat fairy bread?" Christian whined before he got his Canadian Pancakes.

"Dude, like what the hell's 'fairy bread'," America turned his head like a curious toddler.

"Well, it's white bread with butter and hundreds and thousands! It is like the Australian Cake at Birthday Parties. It is the BEST THING NEXT TO TIM TAMS!"

"Hundreds and Thousands, you mean sprinkles, eh?" the Canadian said as he flipped two pancakes at the SAME TIME! Canadian superpower #1.

"Yeah! Thanks mate!"

"Because I made that mistake a long time ago. I'm not dealing with that at my house ever again, Christian," the sleepy Brit stated as he took another sip of tea.

"I was younger!"

"You still are young," the thousand plus year old nation smirked. "Still a child, like the rest of you."

"Thanks you the pancakes bro!" America changed the subject remarking this to his elder twin.

"Merci Alfred," Mathieu smiled as his brother took more. Arthur sent a look in his junior's direction by habit. "Sorry, Thank you, Alfred."

"English only in this house, Matthew," the statement was not even said aloud but it had been so many times that it rang through Matt's head immediately.

"So, what happened in New York, Aly?" Jett asked.

"Um, a lot," the American's face turned as red as a tomato, the pancakes suddenly became 100 times more interesting, along with his shoes.

"Mum?"

"Well, Christian. During Alfred's revolution h-," Alfred pounced onto the Brit, stopping him from embarrassing his first colony beyond mentioning. "What I thought you told Francis and them. Why can I not tell Christian, Al? You seemed to really enjoy that night," if it was possible, Al went even more red.

"Who are you?" God damn it Kuma!

"I'm Canada, your owner."