Ayanami-verloren: I'm not dead, incapacitated or thrown into the deepest pits of hell(well at least no yet)but I might as well be after this chapter. Sorry, sorry, sorry for the late, very late update! But I made it up to you readers by having a very long chapter.(far too long)
This chapter is World x England galore!(Norway is not included in it, okay~) Ah~! And France and England~! This is a little bit late but… Happy 108TH Entente Cordial Anniversary~!
I divided this chapter into two parts since it is far too long~
Disclamer: I do not in any sort of way own Hetalia…but one can dream right?
Warning: OOC-NESS, swears and foul-words, yaoi and OC's, I've entered OC's in this chapter. Might get dull because it is very long and I'm not kidding. My first take on Scotland's accent.
Valentines Day...Hell continues part 1
"Bloody Fuck…" England groaned as he got out of bed, his hair is disheveled, eyes bloodshot and dark bags below his eyes. His head was throbbing and he was sure he doesn't have a hangover. No, he was busy restraining those who will probably have one hell of a hangover today. England didn't drink any alcohol last night but he feels that he must have downed a couple of beer and two bottles of Whiskey. Having Scotland drunk is normal but having Wales and Northern Ireland drunk as well…well, that's trouble brewing. The Kirkland brothers never ever get drunk together, ever. They only do that when they're sure that there is someone to restrain them later, that usually being Wales. But they never let themselves be all drunk…at the same time. God only knows what would happen if the four of them got drunk simultaneously. But one can be sure it wouldn't be pretty.
England dragged himself down the stairs and proceeded to make himself his morning tea, though the Brit doubt that even Black tea would be able to cure his headaches. Having a drunk Scotland coming at you ,Northern Ireland attempting(and failing rather terribly) to strip tease and Wales…England doesn't even want to dwell on it. Let's just say it isn't a very, very, very nice way to relax after hazardous days of trying to(and finally succeeding) to make decent Valentine chocolates. It took a few broken plates, knives-throwing galore and a hell lot of biting, kicking, cursing, beating and strangling to get his brothers to leave him alone and let him finish what he was doing…
Of course that didn't mean England wasn't going to get the backlash from it…
Flashback~
England was rushing through the road, coat pressed tight to his body. His hands clad in knitted gloves that provided warmth. His steps grew faster as he strode through the streets.
"Stupid Siberian weather…" he muttered under his breath.
It was a cold day, just like all the other past days. Normally, England would sit in his couch, a warm duvet around his body and drink warm chocolate. Well, that is if it is a normal day. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and he had just finished making the last batch of his Valentines chocolates. He would have been finish sooner if it weren't for the 'hindrances' that appeared in his house. The sun is almost setting and England is in the hurry to send these chocolates to their respective recipients.
Of course he couldn't just mail it and make it an express delivery so that it will make it on time. Too much hassle and Arthur personally doubt that it would really make it on time. Of course there's the issue of security. He'll be sending these to the countries of the world, even America isn't that stupid to give this task to normal humans, though maybe the fact that the lad sees no need for things such as fed-ex because his private airplane can kick the any mail company's ass( America's own words, not his)
It still leaves the truth that England cannot use normal means to send these. It will put their (his and the other nations) identities in jeopardy. There are a few ways to send parcels to other countries. Most countries, England is one of them, tend to make personal visits. Though England doubts that he'll be able to leave his house and come back with it still standing on its own perfectly, one piece and in pristine condition. He is also sure his brothers would mind getting their arses out of his house while he is away. England shivered. No, it wasn't from the cold. He just imagined the destruction that would wait for him just incase he did leave… Also the image of a very pissed off Scotland didn't settle well with the Brit.
The only other way was to get a human to deliver it. And England knew just where to go when emergencies like this appear.
England entered an old building. It has been renovated dozens of times and was fortunate enough to survive the Blitz. It hasn't been that long since Arthur was last here. The most recent was last December…when he was chained in the house by his brothers into spending the Christmas with them. England couldn't blame his brothers though, he had always spent Christmas with America and the other countries that they must have wanted to at least spend the Christmas together this time. England didn't know what they had eaten to make them act this way… though Scotland did cook some haggis for them for lunch.
Still, it was one of the rare times England couldn't be angry at any of them. Even if when Scotland ripped his plane ticket to bits, Wales made his luggage invisible and North nearly suffocated him to death… England couldn't lift his wand at them. After all, it is Christmas…God, Finland must be getting to him. After fainting from the lack of oxygen, England gave America a ring, saying that he'll not be able to make due to "family matters" Though that didn't save England from America's excessive horrendous whining and a night full of booze and violence. Santa Clause also wasn't kind enough to spare England from one hell of a hangover on Christmas day.
"Mr. Kirkland?"
A voice startled England out of his reverie. Good thing too, he was starting to have an aneurism from thinking all of those things. He looked behind him. He saw a man around in his mid-twenties, light-blond hair with clear blue eyes. He approached England and proceeded to take his coat.
"Good day to you, Harold."England said as he rejects the man's offer. He still feels cold even inside the building and he wouldn't be staying that long.
Harold followed the English Nation as they walk through the corridor. The two men entered through an old oak door. There in the room sat an elderly man and three younger men. It was an old fashion office, nothing special. England's emerald eyes surveyed the room.
"This place still looks as shabby as it did fifty years ago…" his voice tinged with melancholy. The elderly man stood up and greeted England.
"Ah, Mr. Kirkland. What do I owe the pleasure of having you visit today?"
England smirked at the man. "How many times did I tell you not to call me that, Tom."
"About thirty-one times, but you know how old men like us are." There was a pregnant silence. The silence was broken when the two men started to let raucous and hearty laugh, ignoring the other people present in the room.
When the laughter ceased, the man, Tom, placed a hand on Arthur's shoulder, eyes closing as he smiled at the other. The wrinkles on his face were visible but for England the man remained young as he was when the two of them first met 40 years ago. "It's good to see you Arthur."
"It's good to see you too, old chap." England grinned.
"Oi, old man, quit being so bloody cheeky. It gives the creeps."
The two men's reunion was interrupted by a gruff voice. Both of their head whipped towards the source of the voice.
A man of jet-black hair and cold blue eyes looked over them. He was in his mid-twenties and was taller than England but wasn't burly. His face is frigid and betrayed no warmth at all. England walked towards the man and greeted him.
"It's nice to see you, lad."
"What do you want, Mr. England?" the man replied, not bothering for any formalities and greeting, also not bothering to be polite to the English nation.
"Straight forward as always, Elliot"
BAM!
"You disrespectful little whelp! That's your country you're talking to!" Tom glared at the young man, though Elliot didn't seem to be fazed at all. He didn't pay any attention to the furious man that seemed to want to strangle him to death. Instead his eyes remained fixed on the sandy-blond haired nation.
"Tom, leave the lad alone. He was just doing his job." England coolly said, effectively stopping the man from throttling the younger man to death. England turned his gaze back to Elliot.
"I want you to deliver these…" and with that England tossed the bag of chocolates over to Elliot's direction.
"Chocolates?" the ebony-haired man raised an eyebrow at England.
"Ah, I forgot. Is it Valentine's Day again?" Tom said looking at the bag of chocolates. At this question England just nodded and stared at Elliot.
"Will you deliver it?
"Of course we'll deliver these, you should have said so in the first place though please remember…" Elliot stared right through England's green eyes. "…that we're agents, not errand boys, Mr. England."
"Of course lad, I know."And with that said, Arthur took his coat and set for home.
England looked around his kitchen. The mess from last night has been cleared. He had to thank the fairies that cleaned it for him later. England continued with his tea and scones. The house was at least still in one piece, something to be grateful for…
However, when England's eyes drifted to his liquor shelf he couldn't help but feel murderous at the same time feel very, very nauseous. It must have something to do with the events that came later that day.
Continue the flashback~
England stealthily entered his house. He couldn't believe he was trying to sneak in his own home. Well, it wasn't really sneaking in, more like, wanting to get his annoying brothers to leave him alone. Arthur acknowledges the fact that his brothers will be vexed to know that he managed to get those chocolates sent on time. Well, at least Scotland will be.
England walked to his living room quietly. He didn't know if the silence calmed him or unnerved him even more. To England's surprise the living room was empty. England relaxed a bit. If the living room is empty, it's either his brother's went pub-hopping or they had gone home….
England grinned at the thought. If that's true then…
That means…
No Scotland…
England almost jumped at the thought. Scotland, out of his hair for this Valentines. That would be a field day for England….
And that never happens….
"Oi, Arthur~ welcoome hooome~"
…something is bound to go wrong.
Arthur stiffened at the sound of the voice. He lets out a groan as his eyes caught sight of the blazing red hair Arthur is so familiar with. But what unnerved England even more was the goofy grin on the drunkard's face…
That. Isn't. Bloody. Normal.
Scotland moved closer to England, toothy grin on his face. He draped an arm over England's sveltely shoulders which caused the smaller man to flinch. He could smell the Scotsman's breaths as the taller man leaned down to England's face, much to close England's liking. Scotland's breath is laced with the bitter smell of beer hinted with something sickeningly sweet, much like Ale…strongly fermented Ale, which is far too sweet for England's tastes.
But that isn't England's problem right now. Scotland trapped him against the wall and was grinning at him like a mad man. England didn't know what is worst, being trapped between a wicked looking Scotland or a loony looking one.
THUMP!
England's head whipped towards the source of the sound. It came from the dining room. He quickly torn off Scotland's hold and dashed to the dining room, silently thankful for the distraction.
"What the bloody…" England gawked. "…hell"
"Artie~ Welcoome back~" North Ireland said with the same drunken slurred voice and goofy grin that Scotland had. England would have thought that was normal if it weren't for one thing…
The lad was stripping or at least attempting to by the looks of it, seeing that the boy was caught between undoing his buttons and keeping his self on the table. England guessed that's where the sound came from. 'The idiot must have fallen from the table…'
"What the hell are you doing you git!" England strode to the table intended to get the boy off the table and stop him from embarrassing his self. England's feet hit something that rolled across the table. England's eyes followed the bottle. He went around the table trying to ignore North, who had now moved from his buttons to removing his socks…in a very, very, very awkward position.
England grabbed the bottle and scrutinized it. It was a purple-coloured bottle and engraved with strange designs and runes. He sniffed the contents or what was scarcely left of it. It was intoxicating, the aroma of what England identified as ale, is still powerfully sweet. The distinctively bitter smell of alcohol lingers around the sweet smell in an equal dance of fragrance. England tried to look for the trademark but found none. He tried to recall where he saw this bottle before…it was oddly familiar. Though, England was sure it wasn't a gift from the frog. The eerie glow of the dregs left in the bottle put England's mind into unrest.
England surveyed the room, eyes purposely dodging his younger brother and checked around if Scotland had followed him. His eyes landed on a certain shelf. A shelf containing the most expensive and rare, not to mention oldest alcoholic liquor he has. England likes to keep those things on display, besides the fact that his basement cannot be use as a cellar. The shelf and the bottles are often cleaned, but there is so many that even England himself doesn't remember half of it.
And it is unlocked…
England dashed to the shelf. 'No, it couldn't be that!' He shouted in his head.
England rummaged through the bottles until he found a dusty wooden box. England grabbed it and opened it.
Sure enough, the contents weren't there. England shuddered. He, at least remembers this one, although he had forgot he had hidden this here. It had been one hell of a bother to put a secured enough barrier on the box, something England rarely does. It would take a lot of magical incantations to even make a crack on it. Only a very powerful being could break it .'A powerful being probably currently dozing at my living room right now.' England pictured.
The box and the two bottles of Ale inside were a gift from a brewer, a fairy brewer to be exact. The Ale can be produced only every thousand year and can only be preserved inside a magically prepared bottle that takes a long time to mold and carve the magical runes onto. At first, Arthur was hesitant on accepting it but since the old brewer insisted, he had. The white oak container also had an enchantment over it since the Ale is so fragrant it tempts magical creatures, some, England doesn't even want to name or even want encounter. The brewer also warned England about the eccentric effects the liquor had, though that didn't help since it varies based on the drinker. England had put an extra strong barrier over it and stored it inside the shelf reserving it for a fitting occasion. Well unfortunately(or fortunately) he had forgot all about the box and had left it there for more than a millennium. Although in reality, England didn't make a move to drink it, partly because of the warning but mostly because it was a gift from the "wee people". Gifts from them shouldn't be taken lightly.
'Bloody hell, where's the other one.' England's head whipped to find Scotland walking (or is that swaying) to the dining room. England mentally facepalmed. He was an idiot to think that Allistor and his brothers wouldn't rummage through the shelf. It was very lucky that they didn't found it a long time ago. It was just annoying that they found it this time.
But England only saw one bottle, where is the other one? It couldn't have been with Scotland or North. That leaves…
"Wales…" England turned toward Northern Ireland who is now without his button-down shirt and socks on the floor. England cringed. He'll seriously have a good talk with North after all of this. "Connor, where is Dylan?"
The red-haired boy stared at England. "Don't knoooow. He was 'ere a minute agooo~" Connor replied as he lay back on the table.
"Wales!" England shouted, hoping to get the attention of his brother. He heard footsteps coming down from the stairs.
'He must have just woken up.' England stared at the doorway, waiting for the Welsh. Of course what England didn't expect was the sudden drop of temperature when the sheep-lover stepped inside the room.
"You called?"
England could feel himself sweatdrop either from the eerie atmosphere or the fact Wales had this so out-of-character smirk on his usually calm face.
"erm..have you-" England was cut out when he saw Wales dropped something on the floor. It was a bottle, an empty bottle. England gulped. Wales had drunk all of it…he drank it…
England kept on gawking over at Wales. It didn't help that Wales kept on staring at him with a look that even France would shy away from.(A.N:I think I must have died, a little)
Next thing, England found himself against the floor with Wales hovering above him. England paled. The look on Wales' face could rival France's rape face…Wales leaned closer to England neck.
"Welcome back~"Wales whispered before nibbling on England's ear. Of course that caused our dear Englishman to yelp…in a manly way. Also the blush on England's face spread like wildfire made Wales look even smugger than he was before.
"Bloody hell! Get off of me you bloody git!" England continued spewing profanities at the man. But instead listening, Wales just licked England's earlobe while Wales' other hand proceeded to undo the Brit's pants. England began to trash around but the Welsh just hold him down using one hand. England continued his futile struggles which caused Wales to chuckle, his breath laced with the same intoxicating smell that made England's head pound.
England eyes evaded Wales's face and looked upward. His face reddened even more when he saw Scotland and Northern Ireland watching them.
"Don't stand just there, you twats! Help me!" England screamed at them. Scotland and Northern Ireland looked at each other, walked away and started to rummage through England's cabinets.
Scotland opened another cabinet. "Whaur the 'ell is that camera?"
North chuckled. "This will be good blackmail material~"
"I COULD STILL HEAR YOU, YOU BLOODY WANKERS!"
England continued to swear and curse. His attention on the ways he could mutilate the two redhairs. "I swear when I get out of here, I'll hang you by your toes and leave you to rot in the basement!"
"Ah,ah,ah. We cannot have that now, can we~" Wales' hand tugged on England's boxers. Wales' expression resembled Scotland hinted with France with the insanity of Russia. Arthur continued to thrash around, even more wildly than before.
Frustration builds over the Brit as his anger towards the Welsh grew. He wanted to knock the stars out of Wales. Wales, who had noticed the Brits growing ire, threw the Englishman a cocky smirk as he continued his teasing. Without thinking, England headbutted the taller man, hard. Okay, maybe super hard, that if you were a normal person, you'll probably have head hemorrhage. But since they're not, it only left England with a very, very, very painful head, throbbing nonstop, pounding more powerfully than before.
England saw spots of light and then…
Then…
He could no longer remember anything after that.
End of flash back~
England sighed as he finished his tea. His brothers might have already returned to their right minds, at least right enough to take him to bed and get themselves in their own. The mess is cleaned already but he knew that it wasn't his brothers that made the effort to clean it. They were too sloshed to care or even do a satisfactory job.
The accursed bottles have been disposed as well. England no longer had any problems except the fact that he has a massive migraine and Scotland is still not awake to make him some of his hangover tonic.
England managed to drag his self to the bathroom, take a shower and dress his self appropriately, well at least for someone who got the daylights knocked out of him last night, hard enough to knock both him and his assailant out.
He had only finished getting dressed when the doorbell rang. Arthur hurriedly went to open the door. "Bloody hell… Who could be so goddamn early…" England was cutoff by a small figure that tackled him. And since our beloved Brit is well, a bit wobbly, the two of them collided with the floor.
"Goddamnit…" England hissed, his headache getting ten times worse. "Who are you and why the hell are you just barging…" England was again interrupted when he looked up to see the small figure sitting up, its sky blue eyes catching his own emerald ones.
"Jerk England! Happy Valentines Day, jerk!" The ringing voice almost making England's headache worst. Keyword being almost since the Englishman is secretly happy to see the young boy. It has been a long time since the two of them had seen each other.
England reached to pet Sealand's blond tresses. "Happy Valetines to you too, Sealand." England said ignoring the insult part.
England sat up and found Norway leaning on the door. England raised an eyebrow at the apathetic man. He knew that normally, Norway would stay home and lounge around, so England couldn't help but wonder why the normally introvert nation is here. Not that England was complaining. It is good to see the Nordic nation.
"God morgen, Arthur."Norway's face remained cold but England heard a hint of happiness in the greeting…or was it his headache's fault.
England got up and dusted himself. "Good morning, Lukas." The sandy blond male said as he motioned the Norwegian to come in.
Sealand immediately run to the refrigerator to see if there were any chocolates for him. "Jerk England, where are my chocolates?" He immediately came back and asked the Englishman.
"Ah…I had already sent it to Sweden and Finland's house." England scratched the back of his head. "I didn't think you'll visit me." England continued meekly.
"It better be there or I'll be taking this back." Sealand handed a red box in front of England. It wasn't fancy but it wasn't that dull either. England opened the box. Home-made chocolates, though they're a little out of shape. England chuckle a little which caused Sealand to blush.
"I-I –I'll take it back if you don't want it!" Sealand attempted to snatch the box away from England. Of course England stopped him. He just smiled at the lad and petted his head.
"Thank you lad, I'm happy you made this for me, that's all." Generally, England can never lie to children, even if he is not that great with them. Unlike he is towards older countries, he is more open to his feeling towards his children…well at least until they have grown-up.
"Who said that was for you? Raivis just thought me how to make it and I gave most of it to Finland and Sweden, also for Den and Ice and Nor. It just happens that I have some more left, Jerk England!" Sealand said all in one breath.
"Still, thank you for remembering to give some of it to me then."
"That's because I'm awesome, jerk." Sealand said while sitting on the couch.
England turned to Norway. "So, why are you the one babysitting Peter." (It's not babysitting! You jerk!" Sealand screamed at the background)
"Fin and Su asked the rest of us to accompany Sea for today. Den has a date and Ice said he's busy."
"Ah~ so they're all busy?"England said. Norway just nodded.
"Is that so…" England looked at Norway.
"Hey, Norway, who is Denmark meeting…if you are here?" England asked the Norwegian. England thought that the two had some 'special relationship' with each other.
Norway looked a little bit insulted and a lot disgusted…well as insulted and disgusted as he could look. "I and that idiot Dane have no such thing if that's what you're implying"
"Then…who?"
Norway just semi-smiled.(not sure if smiles really) "It's a secret. C'mon Sea, were leaving…"
Sealand looked a little disappointed. Norway smiled at the kid. "…We're going to spy on Den." Sealand visibly brightened.
Sealand quickly got off the couch and run to the door. The kid looked liked he was eager to leave already. He dragged Norway to the door. "C'mon! Let's bloody leave already~" Sealand said as he continued pulling at Norway's sailor suit.
"Say goodbye to England first, Sea."Norway said as he stood in the doorway and with England sending them off.
Sealand turned to England and pouted. "Those chocolates better be there or else, England!" Sealand did a sharp turn and started running away from the two older men. He then turned and stuck a tongue out at England and started to run away again.
"He's a good kid. He thinks highly of you, Arthur." Norway said as he followed the direction the micronation went.
England smiled. "I know that, except the 'thinks highly of' part. You're just humoring me Lukas."
"Well, I better follow him then." Norway started walking away from England.
"It was nice seeing you, Lukas"
"It was nice seeing you too, Arthur."
Norway halted as if he had thought of something. He turned his back and faced the Brit who was still looking at him.
"Have you been hanging around Romania, England?" Norway's pale blue eyes searching the emerald ones of the Brit.
"Ah, no. Not recently." The memory of the last conference fresh in England's mind but no longer made him blush or stutter. Just made England annoyed.
Norway stared at the Brit. "Good then. You shouldn't go near that man."
Before England could question Norway's statement, the man had run after the micronation, leaving England alone.
England put the chocolates on the table, seeing that it was still frozen. England sat on the couch, head still painful. He rested his on the couch and started to wander off, eyes closed.
'Sealand seems very happy. It is good that he lives with nice people like the Nordics, they could give him something…' England sighed.
' something…I failed to give…'
A bell woke England from his reverie. It was the door. England groggily walked to the door and opened it. A figure hovered over England's unalert form. England looked up to see the visitor's face.
Emerald meets Amethyst. England's breath hitched as he saw that childish smile. His body just grew cold. The only good thing is that the cold managed to chase his headache away at least for awhile.
"Russia…" England continued staring at the Russian.
"Aren't you going to let me in, da?" Russia said, smile on his face…as usual.
England quickly opened the door. "Sorry about that." Russia leisurely walked inside, smile never leaving his face.
Russia looked around the house and then looked at his host. "Arthur, I must say you look like shit today~" Russia said in the nicest way he can…
"Sod off, Ivan."
Russia just let out a hearty laugh. He went to sit on the couch, his eyes catching the red box on the table. "Hmmm~" Russia grabbed the box and held it in front of the Englishman.
England glared at the man harder. "Drop that or I'll put a curse on you so bad, you'll need Belarus' help to recover!"
Russia just smiled and opened the box. "You're petty curses don't affect me, silly Anglia." Russia raised and eyebrow at England. "Chocolates?"
England blushed. "W-well, it is Valentines Day after all." He diverted his eyes away from the Russian's violet ones.
"Hmm~ who gave you these? I could have sworn I have seen this kind before…" Russia said thoughtfully.
"It was from Sealand." At this the Russian's eyes narrowed.
"That micronation that hangs around Latvia?" England nodded looking at Russia with wide eyes.
Russia cocked his head towards England. "What? Don't you think I wouldn't know who hangs around near my borders and the fact that I have seen the kid a couple of times."
"Erm…I suppose so. And Sealand did mention something about Latvia teaching him to make these…" England smiled.
"Well, he's early…" Russia grumbled as he turned to look back at the chocolates.
"I guess so."
"Do you mind if I have a taste?" Russia said, grinning at the Englishman.
"Sod off, Russia. Those are mine."
"You're so greedy. You know that right, Anglia."
England reached forward to take the chocolates back. Of course Russia didn't just give it back…
"Fuck you…" England panted out. "Ivan…"
"Hahaha, you know that your face is a lovely shade of red right now~" Russia replied.
The two had been at it for minutes now. When England reached for the chocolates, Russia stood up and raised the chocolates out of the shorter man's reach. This provoked the Englishman so he had been continuing this game of reach for a while now.
"Give it back, Russia!" England growled as he jumped for the chocolates again, Russia effortlessly evading.
"Nyet~" Russia tauntingly lowered the chocolates. "Get them yourself." He smirked at England, which well, caused the Brit to be pissed off more.
England, in his ire clouded mind, tackled the giant nation to the floor. Surprisingly, the soviet nation was taken aback and fell of his feet.
THUD!
"Damn you, Russia…"
"Same to you, Anglia…"
"Ye fools, make too much racket."
Russia and England's head turned toward the direction of the voice. It was Scotland. England reddened while Russia looked coldly at the intrusion. He was having so much fun…
Scotland sneered at the scenario. He strode towards the two and tore England away from Russia, who had by the way, landed on top of the giant nation. That hacked off the Scotsman. He has a terrible hangover and finding his younger brother on the floor with another nation…only after a few weeks he had found his younger brother pinned on the floor by an ex-nation. No, that stirred Scotland's infamously terrible temper and made his hangover even worst.
"Would ye give the damn chocolates back already, or do Ah av tae beat ye up?" Scotland said to Russia, as the said nation stood up and recomposed his self.
Russia almost laughed. A tiny nation going against him. Now that would be something. But he didn't when he saw the look on the red-haired man's eyes. The man is serious and Russia saw something dangerous within those green eyes. Russia made a note to remember this man.
Russia smiled. That innocent smile that masked his true self. His eyes staring the newly arrived nation down. He was sure the man is one of England's older brothers at least by the way the smaller nation cowered from the man. Ivan had heard France talk about them a few times. It isn't a surprise to Russia that England's older brothers liked to pick on him. If the English nation lived anywhere near Russia, he would have had fun picking on the small island nation too. Not that he doesn't pick on England either way.
But what surprised Russia was the hostile look on the man's eyes. France said that England older brothers would bully England to no ends but not let any one else bully the little island. Ivan remembers France telling them how many times the he had gotten beaten up by England's brothers even though he was the stronger country. "They have a complicated relationship." That was what France said. Russia couldn't help it as the statement echoed through his mind.
Russia walked passed the red-haired man and stood in front of England. He smiled down at the smaller man and petted his head. Russia chuckled as he saw England flinched and look up to him, emerald eyes wide open. Russia could feel the heated glare he is receiving from the other nation in the room. He contained the incoming smirk that threatened to blossom at his lips. It wouldn't do any good to provoke the man's wrath any further or at least not to entice the wrath of the blonde in front of him.
"Here, I was just teasing you, comrade. I just didn't know you receive chocolates from your old colonies. I was surprise, really." Russia said as he handed the box to England.
"Yeah right, you tosser." England mumbled as he took the box from Russia. His eyes turned towards Scotland who was glaring at the two of them.(at least on his point of view) He stepped away from Russia and composed himself. His headache is back with vengeance, seeing that he jumped multiple times and ended on the floor for like the second time this day.
"Russia, this is my older brother, Scotland." England motioned to Scotland. "Scotland, this is Russia." He stared at the two taller nations. "Now shake hands or beat each other up already. Just don't get blood on the carpet." England said as he flopped to the couch.
"Ye donnae order me brat." Scotland said as he stared at England.
"Fuck you Scotland. I have a massive headache and feel like shite even though I didn't even drink a single drop of alcohol last night. Remind me again who broke the stupid barrier again last night?"
Scotland smirked. "Whose fault is it that ye made such a weak barrier?" England glared at the man, which made Scotland's smirk bigger. "Ah wouldnae be surprise if ye feel like ye got hit by a car right now. Headbutting other countries hard enough to knock both of ye out will do that to ye. And fer another note, ye do look like shite." Scotland smiled at England.
"Didn't I tell you to sod off Allistor?"
"Aye, ye did. Ah just didn't listen."
Scotland walked towards the kitchen but not before looking over Russia's direction. Toxic green met poison violet, staring each other down.
"Why don't you just beat each other up? It will be so much more entertaining than watching you try to melt each other with just your bloody stares." England said nonchalantly, watching the two taller men's exchange.
"Hmm...Ah'll have to add some peppermint for that foul attitude of yers."
"Do make some for Wales and North, love."
Scotland hummed his agreement. The red-haired man walked away from the living room and disappeared through the corridor leading to England's kitchen.
"What is he making?" Russia's voice echoed through the room.
"Hangover tonic. He makes really effective ones. Usually for really-shit-hangovers but works for hellish headaches too." England stared at the box of chocolates and opened it.
"Hmm… do you make hangover tonics too?" Russia stared at England as the man stared at the chocolates.
"Yes, but somehow his is more effective on me than my own concoction. I happen to make good hangover tonics as well."
"Hmm…why don't you eat one already? They'll melt if you continued to stare at them like that."
"You are such a bastard, Russia" England said as he took a chocolate out of the box and put it in his mouth.
"Is it good?" Russia asked England.
England didn't answer him. Russia waited.
"Achoo!" the sound echoing through the room.
"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!"
Russia stared at England as he continued sneezing. He was trying not to laugh but that is very hard since the sand-haired nation continued his sneezing. But then the sneezing stopped.
"Damn it! When I see Sealand" Another sneeze. "That boy better be prepared for one hell of an earful. Achoo!"
"Erm… I do not understand." Russia said, clearly confused.
"The chocolates-" sneeze "…had a sneezing spell." sneeze "Norway must be-" achoo "…in it too"
Well that didn't make sense to Russia. The only things he understood were chocolates, sneezing and Norway. He might have understood if he wasn't distracted by the face of the Brit while sneezing. Comical as it is, the English nation looked awfully feeble when like he is like this, which in Russia's opinion is very cute.
"Your nose is turning pink." Russia leaned in towards England's face. The Englishman scrambled away quickly from the Russian as he held an incoming sneeze.
"Bastard." A tiny sneezed erupted from the man. Russia laughed. The Brit amuses him far too much. The smaller man looked like a rabbit, a rabbit with a pink nose…
"Whit's going on here?"a gruff voice entered Russia's ears. He turned towards the voice, smiling.
"Anglia has a sneezing fit~" Russia said in a sing-song voice. Scotland raised an eyebrow at the cold nation.
England glared at the giant nation."Damn you Russia. It isn't a..a..achoo! It isn't a sneezing fit damn it!"
"Then what is it?" Scotland questioned, eyebrow raised towards his little brother.
"It's Peter."
Scotland let out a mocking laugh, much to Russia surprise. "You got duped again." England glared at the red-haired man. "Let me guess. Sneezing powder?" The Scotsman let out another laugh.
"Yes, I got fooled again. And it isn't Sneezing Powder, bastard. I-i-it's achooo!" England mumbled something Russia didn't understand but send Scotland laughing even more.
"Ah,ah,ah. Little brother, no cursing. Now tell older brother everything about it." Scotland said, voice mockingly sweet. England glared even more even though his eyes were starting to water. He had always hated it when his brothers remind him he was the tiniest, when they treated him like a child even though he conquered them all. Scotland just laughed. Arthur always gets volatile when Scotland does this which is very funny.
"It's a spell damn it! You-you-achooo!" Scotland straightened at the statement. He didn't even feel the spell. He stared at his brother seriously.
"The lad doesn't do magic."
"Norway." England managed to say after the long string of sneezes. Scotland stared at the smaller country.
"I see. You'll have to explain how he got mixed here…" Scotland said as he strode towards England, pick him up and put him over his shoulders. England struggled, not one for the potato-sack treatment but seeing that Scotland wasn't going to put him down he stopped.
"…after we lift that spell."
Russia stared at the two countries as Scotland lifted England on his shoulders. Strangely, the smaller man looked like he fitted that spot. Even though he didn't understood half of the conversation the two had, he had understood enough. Russia followed the two countries as Scotland dragged England away.
"Oi, twat. Why are ye following us?" Scotland questioned, not even looking back.
"Because I want to. Do not worry, I know of Anglia's basement. That's where you're taking him right?"
"Don't tell him that!"
England yelled. His head lifted as he tried to glare at Russia. Scotland raised an eyebrow at the two while Russia just smiled. The trio went down the long and cold stairs. With Scotland humming and England staring at the floor, glaring at it. Russia just grinned. Occasionally, England would release a train of sneezes, the damp atmosphere getting to him. Russia would chuckle a little bit.
"Hey, Russia" Scotland's voice echoing through the stairs. That effectively got Russia's as well as England's, who was busy glaring at the Soviet nation.
"What is it, da?"
"Do you have your mobile with you?"
Russia cocked his head to the side. "Nyet, why?"
Scotland just sighed and continued walking. "Would be nice to take picture of the brat like this, Dylan would have a laugh at this…"
"Go and jump on a pit and die, Alba."
"Yeah, and if Ah do, ye'll be stuck sneezing and Dylan will still have a good laugh about it.
The three of them arrived at the front of a white oak door, its hinges and door knob made of metal. Russia made a note that the door was sealed with metal…the borders, the hinges, the knob and the keyhole.
"Arthur, whaur's the bloody key?"
England let out a sniff. "Wales borrowed them."
"You bampot." Scotland said as he kicked the door down much to England's indignant yelp. The door's hinges was broken and the door had a huge hole on it or what was left of it for that matter. The debris scattered and formed clouds. England sneezed even more.
The three of them stepped inside, Arthur's sneezes never faltering. Scotland's eyes watered a little and Russia let out a strained cough.
"You're- achoo – going to ha- achoo – ha-have to fix that- achoo – You bastard!" England twisting to glare at the Scotsman.
"I'll fix it later. You just sit here and don't go near the shelves. I don't want you breaking any glasses in here." Scotland dropped the Englishman on the floor and strode towards the long line of large, wooden shelves.
"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo! Achoo! Achooo!" Russia just stared at the smaller man. He could clearly see England's frame tremble from the sneezes…and looks like it had gotten worst.
"Mr. red-hair, I don't think it's good for Anglia to be down here~" Russia tried to not lace his voice with worry but this only made the Scotsman raise an eyebrow, even though his back was turned away from the pair. However, England didn't notice it due to his sneezes.
"The dust and the scent of the different potions must be getting to him." Scotland said as he read the labels of the hundreds of bottles on his brother's shelves. Scotland has never seen any other potion storage that is as wide as his brother's. 'Though it could get tiresome when you're looking for certain potions.' Scotland thought.
Russia just hummed at the statement. If what he had heard was correct, that means this is no ordinary cold. "Are you done yet?" He shouted at the Scotsman who had gone towards the middle of the storage. Arthur's basement has always amazed Russia. It was just so vast…
"No, not yet…the brat is the only one that can easily maneuver through this goddamn place…"
"I'll help you then…" Russia turned to face England who was looking up to him. The larger nation smiled as he tugged his scarf off. Ivan chuckled lightly at the confused look England was giving him. He leaned down and gently put the scarf around the smaller man's neck going upward to cover the man's reddened nose. England just blinked as he saw the man walk towards the spot of crimson red amongst his shelves.
"Here, drink this, brat." Scotland handed a glass containing a pale-yellow liquid, which England took gingerly. The three of them were sitting at the living room, the two larger men staring at England as he sniffed the liquid.
"It smells like shite…" England mumbled.
"Tastes like shite probably." replied by Scotland as his eyes narrowed at the yellow liquid.
"You really expect me to drink this?"
"Well, it's worth a shot…" at this Arthur raised an eyebrow at the man who just scoffed at him.
"If I die, I'll go back and haunt you until you die as well." England muttered as he glared and drank the potion.
Scotland just smirked. "I'll see you in hell then, bairn."
England drank the potion but he wasn't even half way done when his eyes widened and tried to throw the glass away…Well, tried because Scotland grabbed the back of his head, held his hand and forced him to drink the rest of the fluid. Russia just watched as England grew limp and just let Scotland force the suspicious liquid down the Englishman's throat.
When the liquid is all gone, Scotland drew the glass away from England's mouth. The red-haired man set the glass down and looked at England whose head is down and body slumped.
"Fuck you Scotland. I'll kill you for that!" words venomously came out of the smaller man's lips.
"How's yer head?" Scotland smirked.
"Like I was headbutted by America and Russia…"England groaned "…at the same time…"
Scotland shrugged. "At least that's normal."
"You should have at least told me that contains powdered blackthorn…"
"Ye wouldnae drink it, eejit."
England groaned again, hands reaching to massage his forehead. "You could have warned me about the aftershocks. Blackthorns always produce the really painful ones."
Scotland grinned. "Now whaur's dee fun in that. And besides, Ah had no time to look for any other spell to break your sneezing fit. Ah just made the most powerful spell breaking potion I knoow"
England slumped further on the chair. "Go and make that bloody tonic, bastard."
Scotland smirk got bigger. "No, maybe Ah'll leave you like that for today..." he said in a smug voice.
"Just try and I'll take your intestines, grind them and feed them to the crows."
"That's a wee bit bloody, don't ye think?"
England just glared at the red-haired man. Scotland knew that England's temper during his hangovers is always precarious. With that though the red-haired man held his hands up in mock defeat and started to walk to the kitchen.
Russia watched the retreating figure of Scotland. His eyes turned and paid attention to the blond-haired nation who is busy trying to sooth his throbbing head. Russia stood up and faced the England.
"Comrade, I honestly didn't understand anything but…" Russia held out a box. England blinked and looked up to meet the man's violet eyes.
"I hope this will make you feel better." Russia continued to smile at England.
"Ah, Valentine's chocolates? Thank you, Russia." England took the box from Russia. "Yours is in the refrigerator. I'll get them." And with that England ran to the kitchen.
After a few seconds, Russia heard footsteps returning. England thrust a red box in Russia's face. The taller man accepted the box and glanced at the English nation.
England turned his head away, refusing to show his flustered face. "Sorry if it isn't good." He whispered to his self but Russia still heard.
"Nyet, it's fine~" Russia opened the box to find sunflower-shaped milk chocolates. Some of the petals were crooked but it wasn't that noticeable.
"Sunflowers…Anglia, Спасибо(1)" Russia smiled at England.
"Ah, thank you for the chocolates." England scratched the back of his head.
"Anglia-" a ringing sound emitted from Russia's coat. Russia took out his mobile and answered it. The caller must be Russian or someone that speaks Russian because England couldn't understand any of the conversation, not that he was eavesdropping. After a few minutes of listening to Russia talk, the man faced England, disappointment evident on his face.
"That was…the Prime Minister. He wants to see me."
"Ah, is that so…"
Russia nodded. England stood up and followed Russia, who was walking to the door. The two of them in the door, England mindlessly still holding the box Russia gave him and Russia that fixed his scarf and tucked the chocolates inside his coat.
"Let's do this again next year, da~" Russia grinned at England. The smile was foreboding and as usual, promised pain to those who opposed the platinum-haired man.
England grimaced. "Y-yes, that would be just swell." Arthur truly felt that it will be fine to do this again, as strange as it sounds. England watched Russia leave. When the tall figure of the man disappeared, Arthur closed the door.
"That's nice…"
England faced the source of the voice. It was Scotland, holding another glass. It is of a slimy green color this time. England strode towards the red-haired man and grabbed the glass. He drunk it in one go. It smells like mint, cold mint, the scent of Scotland's magic. England wiped the traces of the liquid away from his mouth when he was done.
"It's bitter." England said as he stared at Scotland.
"Ah know." Scotland grabbed the glass and head to the kitchen, leaving England alone. England sat on the couch and took his embroidery out. Scotland came in and sat on one of the chairs, grabbing a newspaper and started reading it. The two sat there for a few hours, not really noticing the time. Stillness in the Kirkland household is rare but not really unwelcome.
A ring from the phone broke the still atmosphere around the two. England glanced at the old grandfather clock. It was almost noon. England stood up and went to pick up the phone, though he has a foreboding feeling of just who the caller is…and seeing Scotland creep beside him is just another confirmation.
"Bonjour Angleterre~"
Arthur could feel his eyebrows knit together. It was a good thing his hangover is gone or he would have marched right through France's house and beat the shit out of the man.
"What do you want, frog?"
"Ah~ Mon amour, it Valentine's day, must you be this cruel." Arthur could hear the frog's laughter over the line.
"Sod off Francis, if you do not have anything coherent to say, I suggest you go and screw yourself."
"But I'm going to say Happy Valentine's Day to you~ and to dear Escosse if he's there."
Scotland snatched the phone from England. "Whit dae ye want, France."
"Ah, Allistor, Joyeuse Saint-Valentin ~!"(2)
"Speak English. Francis."
"Oui, oui. Vous dépensez le jour de la Saint-valentin à votre petit frère de?"(3)
"Aye. Speak English before Arthur comes over to throttle ye."
"Arthur could come over any time~" the Frenchman purred, making the Scotsman pissed. He could practically see the France's eyebrows waggle for emphasis.
"I'll bloody drag ye fae that fancy mansion of yers and wring yer neck if ye donnae stop France"
"Ouch. I'm hurt-" France was cut off when England grabbed the phone from Scotland.
"You'll be more than hurt if you don't belt up frog!"
"Oui, oui, I'll see you this afternoon though. I made alcohol chocolates if you want to know~ I'm sure you'll like them Arthur."
"Why don't you just come already so I can be done with you?"
"My, my, eager aren't we. But moi have appointments to go to. It's Valentine's Day. You cannot expect me to stay cooped in the house all do you? The day of Hearts wouldn't be complete without my l'amour~"
"Just go and fuck yourself, frog ."
"Jet'aime Angleterre~" with that France hanged the phone but not without his 'ohonhonhon' entering England ears. England nearly threw the phone out the window. France's words making goosebumps appear on his skin, blush spreading through his cheeks. After shouting profanities at the nonexistent Frenchman, some of them no longer in use, the Englishman grew quiet. He turned around and looked at Scotland, insane-looking smile on his face. Scotland sweatdropped.
"Do you think the Black Annis would be happy with France's skin?"(4) England asked sickeningly sweet which made Scotland mentally cringed.
"Ah donnae think it will be good to summon that hag, lad. Although France is annoying, ye cannae send her to mutilate the frog. The wifie only comes after wee bairns. I'm sure France has long left that road."
"Bollocks." England muttered and then strode past Scotland. Scotland just stared as his younger brother disappeared through the kitchen. Arthur probably went to fix himself a cup of tea. Scotland sighed. He knew England wouldn't really kill France. That would both a personal and economical lost to him. Scotland took out a cigarette and lit it. He dragged it and let the smoke spread.
"If you want to take a fag you should have gone out." Scotland glanced at England. In his hand was a red box. Scotland's eyes narrowed as he stared right at the man's green eyes, seeing his own reflection into them.
"This is for you. I would have given it to you sooner but things gotten out of hand…"
"Aye, Ah ken." Scotland took the chocolates from England. His younger brother never failed to give them chocolates for Valentines Day. Scotland knows that England sometimes sends Ireland gifts during Christmas. Scotland also knows that Ireland replies in his own little way. Allistor has seen a leprechaun talking to England once.
Scotland leaned in and kissed England's forehead. He could feel the heat coming from the man. It was comforting though Scotland would never admit that, much as England would never admit blushing and stuttering over the simple show of affection.
"Ah'm gonna get some peppermint, ye've run out. Ah cannae make a tonic fer Connor and Dylan if ye donnae have any." Scotland whispered through England's hair. The two stayed like that for seconds until Scotland broke away. He was the one that always breaks away first during contacts. It has been like that for millennia.
England nodded, watching his older brother put his coat on. He knows that was just an excuse to avoid confrontation, to get away from him and ease the tension between them. Still he couldn't help but feel cold without his brother. England just sighed as he saw Scotland close the door.
England walked towards the kitchen. He looked over the stairs. Northern Ireland and Wales is still sleeping. Wales is normally an early riser but England wouldn't be surprise if the man will sleep the whole day. England figured that Connor would probably wake up soon. It isn't like the lad to stay cooped in bed all day. He was about to continue walking when his door forcibly opened.
"England!" Arthur caught a whipped of golden-wheat hair before he was tackled to the ground. The smaller man looked up to find the sky. That is two sky-coloured orbs looking down at him. England was on the floor for the third time today.
"America, get off of me before you crush me, git!"
"Hahahaha, I'll not crush ya, I'm the hero after all! Crushing villains not pissy Brits is my specialty!" America beamed down at Arthur.
"Get the bloody off of me this instant Alfred!"
America huffed. "You're no fun, you know that." America stood up and offered a hand to England, which England quickly brushed away. For a second there, Arthur thought he saw a hint of hurt in Alfred's face but disregarded it because America just laughed. " Well, what would I expect from a old man." England punched America's shoulder. Hard but not hurt enough to hurt the taller nation.
"What do you want, America?" England crossed his arms and his clear green orbs looked straight through bright blue ones.
America held his hands forward. "CHOCOLATES!" The American said, Hollywood smile on his face.
"There in the refrigerator so-" Arthur was cut out when America hastily run to the kitchen. England sighed as he sat on the couch and waited. Any minute now-
"England!"
England stared at America, big smile on his youthful face. On his hand was a box of chocolate, with his name on it. He watched as America bounced (Yes he literally bounced) to Arthur's side. Arthur looked up. Alfred just radiated pure, unadulterated, exuberance.
"Hey, Iggy! Guess what!" America sat down and grinned at England. England just raised an eyebrow at the man, not in the mood to humor him. America pouted when he didn't get the reaction he wanted. Seeing that Alfred wouldn't get to the point and would just keep on being childish and stubborn, Arthur let out an indignant sigh.
"What?"
America's grin got bigger as he plopped next to the Englishman. Arthur saw Alfred take out a box. It was a red box enlaced with a blue silk ribbon. "I made it myself." America handed the box to Arthur.
"I had help from the cooks though. They said I would burn the kitchen if they aren't there, hahaha. Jane wrapped it for me though I was the one that picked the ribbon." England stared at the box.
England felt himself being grabbed by the shoulders and being turned around. His breath hitched as he met Alfred's eyes. "You weren't lisssstennnning~" Alfred whined childishly but Arthur caught the slight darkening in his blue eyes. Arthur opened his mouth to ask if America is okay but was interrupted.
"I know let's open them together~" Alfred said as he let go England's shoulders. England just let the unasked question drop.
"Sure." To this America laughed and began to count down. England also turned to open his chocolates. It's just chocolates, it's not Christmas presents. He had to resist that urge to snort at the childishness of the action.
"One, Two, Three, Go-" The doorbell rang. England turned towards the door and forgot that he was suppose to open the box. England stood up to get the door but not before glancing at America who is sulking…or glaring holes onto his floor.
England opened the door. A white bear met his eyes. He looked up and saw Canada, who was fidgeting when Arthur met his violet-blue eyes.
"Ah, good day to you, England." Canada gave England one of his meek smiles.
"Matthew. Good to see you lad!" England said as he ushered for Canada to come in. Canada surveyed the living room when he saw Alfred's face.
"Al?"
"Mattie? What are ya doing here?" Alfred said, staring as England led Canada to sit on one of the chairs.
Canada tried to evade America's questioning gaze. His eyes lingered on anything that isn't sky blue. Canada started to sweat a little. He has a peculiar feeling he interrupted something…And based on America's looks, he did. America just kept on staring at his brother's fidgeting form. This made Canada even more nervous. Oblivious to Canada's predicament, England put on hand on Canada's shoulder.
"Would you like some tea, Matthew?" Seeing Canada's eyes on the red box that America holds, England smiled. "I could give yours after that." Canada just smiled and nodded at England which England took as a yes. For both the tea and the chocolates. He lifted his hand off and then scurried to the kitchen, leaving the two brothers alone. The two sat there for minutes, the other staring at the hallway to the kitchen and the other trying to look anyway else other that his brother.
"What are you doin' here, Matt? I didn't know you visited England often." America said not turning to face Canada, eyes on the hallway to the kitchen.
"Erm…n-not often, really." Canada replied. He bowed his head. "Al, I-" Canada tried to speak but was cutoff by America, as usual.
"No problem. It's no problem for the hero at all! Hahahaha!" America smiled at Canada, though Canada couldn't help but notice something off with that warm smile.
"Here, lad." England stood in the hallway, a tray of teacups in hand. Her sat down next to Alfred and offered some to Canada. "I'll not offer you any, Alfred since I know you are uncultured enough to not appreciate proper tea." To this America grumbled something that sounded distinctively like 'Who said I want your tea…" England ignored this as his emerald green eyes caught a red box which Canada has been holding behind him.
"Mathew, what is that?" England said as he pointed to the box. Canada just stammered and a light blush blossomed from his cheeks.
"Umm…T-this is f-for you. I-I made it myself." Canada shoved the red box at England's face in attempts to hide the blush adorning his face. Only that didn't help.
England took the box. "It's snowball cakes. I saw one on display and asked for a recipe. I hope you like it." Canada said as England inspected the box. Just as the sandy-haired nation was about to open it, he was glomped from behind. England's eyes turned towards America and threw him an annoyed look.
America saw this but just ignored it. "But you said we will open them together~" He whined making the Englishman mentally cringed. America is so childish. England turned his eyes towards Canada, to see if there was any hint of irritation in them. Australia always complains about how Arthur favours America more than his other children. Arthur didn't like the thought of Canada harboring such feelings, even if it is more than understandable. England felt relief when he saw Canada smiling fondly at the two of them.
"Yeah, yeah, you big oaf." England muttered as he released himself from America's hug.
"Yey!" America started counting down. Arthur was going to have a hard time opening the boxes at the same time. When England managed to get it done, he smiled. Inside America's box was a heart-shaped chocolate though its edges are crooked and uneven. England chuckled a bit. His green eyes turned towards Canada's box. It contained three pink lumps. The coconut was tinted with pink and drizzled with sugar. England mentally gulped. It looks good.
Arthur's breath hitched as he felt himself being hugged from behind. "England! This is so cool! They're stars!" Arthur eyes watched as America ate one. "Still a bit bitter though. Well, at least it's edible." America ate another.
England loosened himself from the American's hold, turning to look at Canada. Canada was staring at the maple-shaped chocolates he made. The Canadian smiled at him as he ate one. England knew that his chocolate might not be as good as France's but by the look on Canada's face it wasn't that bad.
"Englan'."
Arthur turned towards the stairs when he heard his name. It was Northern Ireland, curly hair disheveled from bed. The red-haired lad stared at the people in his brother's living room. He turned to nod at Canada, who smiled back, and passed America a deadening look. North walked towards his brother, wrapping his arms around the man's shoulders. England stiffed a little before relaxing at the hug. It wasn't because he isn't use to Connor's affectionate ways. It was just that there were others and England felt uncomfortable with America's eyes staring like that.
"Where's Alba?" Northern Ireland mumbled through England's untamed locks, his voice groggy and deep from sleep. For anyone near the pair it might have sounded like a muffled hum. Well, except for England.
"He went to get some things for both of your and Wales' hangover. It seems we've run out of peppermint." Arthur replied not bothering to face his younger brother.
Connor pushed his face more into Arthur's sand-coloured hair. "But Oi checked it before Oi went ter bed last noight. It was still half-full."
"Shite happens." Arthur replied as he turned and shoo away the red-haired teen. North just pouted and removed his face away from the older man's hair. Connor's green eyes caught sight of the snowball cakes that England had on his lap.
"Can Oi 'av some?" North asked while his green eyes looked straight at Arthur's. Arthur sighed and faced Canada.
"Is it okay, Matthew?"
"Of course, it's alright." Canada smiled. It's weird to him that the younger red-haired is his uncle, even though Northern Ireland is.
Northern Ireland lifted a one and stared at it. "It's different from what we 'av, roit Arthur?" he monotonously.
"Yeah, the ones sold here are marshmallows coated with coconut strips and drizzled with a coating of melted chocolate. It's awfully sweet." Arthur explained as he saw the confused looks on America and Canada's faces.
"'It's scrummy." North said as he ate the cake. England smiled at Canada who just blushed.
"Would you like some tea as well, Con." Arthur asked as Northern Ireland stood straight and unwrap his arms around Arthur's shoulders. The teen just shook his head as sign of refusal as he walk out the living room, probably to the bathroom.
"Hey~ England~ can I stay over?" America asked, pleading blue eyes connected to Arthur's green ones.
"No, Alfred. I do not want another fight between you and Scotland and ruin my house…again." America frowned. "Maybe next time." Arthur quickly added making America grin.
"I guess…" America mumbled.
The three of them stood up and England guided them to the door. Arthur was about to open the door when it forcibly opened. Arthur looked up to see who the intruder was. His eyes were met by his own hue of acid green.
"Scotland…"
Scotland grunted a response to England before tearing away to see who his brother's visitors are. Scotland nodded at Canada and regarded America with a frigid look. Of course America glared at the Scotsman. It is common knowledge that the two despised each other. Canada took hold of his brother's arms to prevent a fight brewing. England threw a warning look at Scotland who just brushed it off.
"Goodbye England, Scotland." Canada said softly as he led America through the door and pass at Scotland. Canada bowed his head as if to say sorry and closed the door, releasing the hall from the tension earlier.
" Whit is that bastard doing 'ere?" Scotland's dangerously soft voice surrounded England. England just gulped and hoped his voice wouldn't crack.
"He was with Canada…" Arthur lied on that part. He knew if Canada is concerned Scotland wouldn't really mind. A gruff erupted from the Scotsman's throat at the Englishman's answer but didn't push anymore. The red-haired man pushed England aside and went to the kitchen, grumbling something England can't understand. England just sighed and felt slightly tired. He yawned.
'Maybe a nap wouldn't hurt' Arthur yawned again as he rested his head on the couch.
1. Thank you in Russian.
2.Happy Valentines in French
3. Yes, yes. You're spending the Valentines Day at your younger brother's house?
4.The Black Annis is a folklore in Leicestershire. It is an blue-skinned hag with really sharp claws used to rip the skin of unwary travelers who had lose their way in her forest. Likes eating children who go out at night…
Hahaha, to be continued~!