First happy Last Thanksgiving, Second I don't own Hetalia, Third Thanks Fyreath, and finally I have a new one shot some of you may want to check out.
Patrick POV
"So, Grandma and Arthur are going to be on the telly?" The sweetheart of the royal family giggled. She was currently flipped over Shamus's shoulder. Her off brown hair hung straight from the top off her head as she attempted to wrap her arms around Shamus's chest only managing to grab onto his shirt. Her legs swung up and down as she laughed.
We were gathered around the telly waiting for the conference to take place. Our initial fight was recorded by some tourist who proceeded to put it on YouTube and that was the film footage the queen had made us watch. Well, someone filmed that little conversation and now it was spreading like wildfire. After the…episode… the queen had decided we would all be grounded. Surprisingly, it was the Crowned Witch who saved us. Once she realized the video had gone viral, she had scrabbled to save the nations' image. So Arthur with the Queen and Prime Minister were at a press conference and, since Arthur's punishment hadn't been instated yet, we were allowed to watch the conference. Then, when Arthur got back, we would all be grounded.
Shamus spun in a circle with the little girl still over his shoulder. Her giggles and childish glee filled his room. He spun around several more times before swinging her bridle style into his arms and falling backwards off the arm of the couch. He let his body fall completely limp on the couch.
"Shamus!" the girl rolled over on top of his stomach. Her eyes twinkling with laughter. I folded my arms on the arm of the chair curling my body so I could rest my head on my arms and watch them. She pushed on his chest a few times and he let his body move with the motion. "Shamus?" She pushed him one more time before her pretty eyes started to well up and that bottom lip came out.
"Paddy!" She cried out looking up at me. "The telly, is something wrong in Ireland?" Her eyes were wide and little tears were starting to spill down her perfectly childishly chubby checks.
"Oh, lassie, don't cry. I'm fine, look I'm fine." Shamus wrapped his arms around her pulling her close to his body resting her head over his heart. I sighed she was so much more mature than she needed to be. She had spent so much time around us brothers she had learned to associate our pain with things going wrong in the country.
"Shamus," she whimpered into his shirt.
"I was just playing," Shamus cooed, "I didn't mean to scare you."
"What's all the water works for? Shamus did you turn something scary on the telly." Angus asked walking into the room making a bee line for the crying little girl. Angus picked the little girl up from his younger sibling. "What happened lassie? Was Shamus being mean? Does he need to be hit upside his noggin?" He cuddled the girl closely to his chest.
"Shamus played dead and scared her." I spoke up lazily from my place on the couch.
"Shamus!" Angus cried back handing the Irishman harshly in the face. Shamus recoiled from the strike as Angus curled the little girl towards his hip and behind himself.
"What the fuck Alba!" Shamus cried, hand on his reddened cheek. My eyes went wide as I felt the edge of tension in the room. I had wanted Shamus to be told off and scolded, not a brawl.
"Guys!" I cried out hoping to get their attention only to be ignored. My two eldest brothers were nose to nose, fists balled, ready to go at it.
"What the hell is going on here!" Bran appeared out of seemingly nowhere as my ears picked up the sounds of crying. In a swoop of motion, Bran was beside the two a handful of differently colored hair in each hand as he physically pulled both brothers down to the side.
"Beth y uffern ydych chi'n meddwl eich bod dau yn cael eu gwneud? Oni allwch weld y difrod yr ydych yn achosi? O rydych yn Lloegr mor ffodus ..." Bran continued in his native language. I heard him calling our brothers stupid something about what they were doing and something about Arthur. I picked up the little girl shushing her softly.
"It'll be all right hun. You know us; this is how we are." I tried comforting her. She gave me a rather hopeless look but at least she could tell I was trying. She rested her head on my chest and I rested my head on hers.
I heard a smacking sound and looked up to Bran's hands being bright red and Shamus and Angus rubbing opposite butt checks.
"They're in trouble." The little girl giggled she looked up at me with a rather cute look.
"Now, you are both going to sit on the couch and not touch each other!" Bran finished grumbling as he made his way over to us.
"Hello sweetie, I'm sorry those brutes scared you." He took her from my arms snuggling his nose into her neck and making her laugh.
"Always the bad guy.." I heard Angus mumble as I sat next to him on the couch forcing him between myself and Shamus.
"Oh look, it's mummy!" the little girl cried out.
Shamus POV
I grumbled to myself as Patrick took a seat on the other side of Alba. I didn't realize it would scare her or I wouldn't have done it, but of course Patrick had to speak up and things got blown out of proportion. Bran did have a point though. If Arthur had been here, things would have been worse.
I squinted at the telly looking at Arthur and a young girl who had been chosen to interview him. Bran and the Bitch had remarkably come up with the plan. A younger child wouldn't attack Arthur like a seasoned reported, but would still show good faith by the personifications.
"So.. uhhh… What's your name?" The dark-haired, wide-eyed girl asked rather awkwardly her cheeks flushed as the crowd watched what was occurring.
"Aww she's a bonnie lass." Angus spoke up from besides me all signs of the fight behind him. He had a light smile on his face. I looked back to the nervous girl on the screen. I guess she wasn't as young as I made her out to be. Maybe she was fifteen with mouse brown hair and plastic framed glasses. Maybe in six or so years I might have flirted but nah kids was always Arthur's thing. I snorted at that; I just made him sound like a pedo.
"Arthur Kirkland, my dear," Arthur smiled gently in that way he always did for children he thought needed a little encouragement. I scrunched my nose. Arthur was good with kids. "But I have gone by many names in the past." He smiled at her again allowing her an easy lead-in for the next question in an attempt to make her more comfortable. Arse Wipe earning brownie points with football moms.
"What else have you been called?" the girl jumped on the easy question. I smirked thinking of all the lovely names Arthur had been called through the years most of which wouldn't be allowed on air.
"Most recently the U.K., as you know is short for the United Kingdom Of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. I've been called England," and he gave the camera a little grin, "I've been called brat, a Curtain Climber, a little bug eater," and Wanker and Shitface and many other things I thought. The girl was smiling and laughing slightly now.
"Who calls you that?" she questioned wide eyes filled with innocent curiosity. I snorted; I bet she was a curtain chewing bug muncher as well.
"My brothers mostly, oh and the man who had to pick me up for the first telly conference. France calls me eyebrows." He smiled gently.
"What happened with your brothers? I saw the YouTube video." I cowered thinking back on the meeting, but in between the Queen's strong will to punish us all equally, Arthur's protective nature of Patrick, Bran's innocent act, and (I gritted my teeth thinking it) Patrick's obliviousness we got off rather easy. No flogging or barred cells. We were getting food, not public torture. I rather like this time period.
"Ahh that," he rubbed a hand along the back of his neck. "Well, I should start with I have three older blood brothers and one younger. There's Angus who's Scotland," Arthur started counting us off on his fingers like there were too many to remember. "Shamus who's Ireland, Bran who's Wales and my youngest sibling Patrick is Northern Ireland." The girl gave him a curious look that caused him to pause and look at her instead of continuing on the question.
"What do you mean 'blood brother?'" she asked. He smiled again with a small chuckle.
"We all have the same mother and are therefore related by blood. I would explain Patrick, but its rather complicated and I don't understand it completely myself. To answer your questions there are certain… frogs who may or may not have looked out for me when I was little. This frog may believe this entitles him to the name of brother."
"You mean France?" the girl asked trying to hide her laughter.
"Yes, yes, but back to your original question. My elder brothers and I grew up in another time, a time where it was acceptable to take the runt of the family and hang him from his ankle upside down in a tree. We were boys; we didn't know any better. We have grown up and matured, but when it's just us for extended periods of time… well, do you have siblings?" He questioned awkward smile across his face.
"Yes I get it!" She smiled all dimples and sunshine. "We pick on each other all the time, but when a high schooler put my bike in a tree, my brother beat him up and threw his bike in the lake." She smiled at Arthur as he laughed slightly.
"Exactly. We keep each other on our toes and look out for one another. I don't know what to do with them when are contact for long periods of time, but I do love them and I am happy when they come around." Liar. I thought to myself.
"Aww, the runt wants us to show up more." Angus snorted.
"Anyway, so with the video, some American tourist recorded it and then some unidentified security guard filmed us being reprimanded."
"They got cut off. Did you get in trouble? Did Wales get out of it and was any of it Patrick's fault?" She asked rapid fire eyes wide.
"We're all grounded, banished to our rooms without electronics." Arthur waved his hand in a non-descript way.
"That sucks," the girl finished up jumping into a story when she was grounded. The telly switched to a commercial break and I snorted.
Angus POV
I'd say we got off fairly easy. Of course we were banished to our rooms, and food privileges were revoked but then Arthur threw a fit saying Patrick shouldn't be included and the Queen caved and was allowing us bread and water.
She had taken all of our electronics. Realized we were just as happy with our books and then took those too, but, compared to being locked in the tower or left out at sea or tied to a tree, we were doing good. I stretched out as a note fell out of the vent above my head.
I smiled opening the note. Ah, this one was from Shamus.
How long do you think it will take for the Bitch to realize we're talking?
Underneath was Patrick's messy scrawl.
That's the Crowned Bitch to the likes of you! And… never!
Under this was Arthur's painfully script like scrawl.
Do not refer to the royalty as Bitch! Although I side with Paddy; she'll never know.
Bran's hand was looped lazily underneath.
Well then dear twin, may I call her the wicked witch of the west?
I smiled at myself while looking at the note. I looked again my mind telling me something was wrong. Patrick's room was besides Arthur's with Bran's room being on the other side of Arthur's. So that order made since. What didn't was the fact that Shamus's room was on the other side of mine, and my room bordered the other side of Bran's. How had Shamus gotten a note to Patrick without it going through me? I scrunched up my nose in aggravation before turning the note over.
We win!
…was scrolled on the back in Arthur's script. There was a good chunk of white space then a note in Bran's loopy writing.
Look at the window.
I looked up to see the twins faces pressed against the outside of my window. When they noticed me looking, they both gave identical shit eating grins before bursting out into peals of laughter. I scoffed at them before stomping over to the window and unlatching it.
The twins rolled in their amusement their laughter getting louder, not that the glass wasn't blocking the sound. They looked up at me with eyes as bright as the first time mother showed them to me all smiles and giggles. I felt a smile cross my face as I fell to my knees wrapping an arm around each and tickling them.
They squirmed in my grasp half heartily fighting me as they wiggled and laughed. I stopped tickling them pulling them both closely to my body. They both snuggled into me.
A half cough alerted us to another presence behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see our lovely Queen behind me.
"I see the punishment is working." There was a youthful tenor to her aged voice and I couldn't help but give her one of my biggest smiles. The twins peeked over my shoulders much like they had done when we were little tots. I could feel their wide smiles and knew their eyes were twinkling.
"Oh yes, we have learned the error of our ways." I laughed.
"Because," One of the twins spoke.
"Punching," I really couldn't tell them apart right now.
"Your," I slipped my hand to the rib cage of the one to my left. It was Arthur. His ribs were funny after a bad break that hadn't been allowed to heal correctly.
"Siblings," This one was Arthur, I was confident of it.
"Is," Bran nuzzled my shoulder like he knew I had figured it out while he spoke.
"Bad," Arthur finished.
"We won't do it again!" they chorused in unison." I could feel their identical shit eating grins. We all knew it was a lie.
"Boys will be boys." The queen sighed. "Though, in light of your recent breach of punishment, I will have to take the jam back with me." I smiled squeezing the twins again. They were worth all the jam in the world. I felt my mind wander as I renewed my promise to mother. I would protect them.
"Since we are already being denied jam," Bran spoke.
"May the others join us in our celebration of bread and teasing Alba?" Arthur spoke up. I stood, dumping them back into the floor suddenly remembering the trick they had pulled on me.
"Maybe I don't want to eat with you." I said glowering at them.
"But you love us." They spoke in unison.
I sighed. I would need the Irelands if they kept this up.
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