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You know, Italy's and Romano's brother? LOOKS LIKE BOTH OF THEM COMBINED. HE EVEN HAS THE CURL. THE CURL.

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There were some things that Allistor Kirkland hated about life. He hated the fact that life decided to be a no good bitch and give him nothing but a bad time. It was like God loved nothing more than to fuck about with him and give him hell from the very beginning. His mother was a good for nothing drunk that would slag him off and compare him to his brother. She would always say how perfect his brother was compared to him; how she wished she could have just had him and get rid of Allistor. Even though he was the middle child, he was the only boy worthy of the Kirkland name. His father had run off with a French woman when he was young who wanted nothing to do with the family.

His youngest brother who had a Welsh father, Dylan, was a no good runt three years younger than him. He would always find a way to annoy Allistor and then find a way to turn his mother against him. He would always remember the smug look on Dylan's face when their mother would yell at him mercilessly, even inflicting multiple blows to his body for whatever he did wrong. Most of the time he didn't even do anything wrong; but his mother would still beat him nonetheless. But he couldn't forget his eldest sister, Eily. The fairest female of her and her mother, with a father in Ireland who was banned from seeing her, she treated Allistor more like a son than a brother. Being eight years older than him, she had a tendency of favoring him over Dylan. She was a beauty to behold, with long thick and wild ginger hair and the brightest emerald green eyes known to man. She had multiple freckles on her face and pale skin, but her smile and her comforting words would make up for it. Allistor would remember as a child how greatly his mother and Eily clashed with each other.

But of course, he wasn't blessed with good luck. When he was thirteen in the winter, Allistor woke up to see his beloved Eily gone, Dylan silently staring into space and his mother in a drunken stupor. Allistor had waited for Eily to come home patiently, walking around the house and fiddling with the odd trinket here and there. But when night fell and Eily hadn't returned he had begun to slightly panic. He decided to search for her, but to no avail. It was when he returned home when he found the note that bore Eily's handwriting addressed to him on her bed; how she decided to run away with an Irishman she loved dearly and make a new life in Northern Ireland, how she had decided to teach in the local school, and, the biggest shock for Allistor, how he was going to be an uncle. Allistor had never felt more betrayed in his life, and simply ripped the note to pieces.

His mother had gone from bad to worse after that, repeatedly beating him on a regular basis. It would be the smallest thing that would trigger her off; shrugging his shoulders at her or just not hearing her correctly and asking her to repeat herself. Allistor would always be use to it, but what he hated was how even in her state, she vowed to never lay a finger on Dylan. And so, five years after Eily left, Allistor decided to run away as well. He left in the middle of the night. No note, no explanations. It was as if he vanished off the face of the earth. No one asked about him, asked where he was. It was like he never existed. Sometimes Allistor wanted nothing more than to disappear. But then he met Adelaide.

They had met purely by accident; Allistor had tried to find a job with no look when he nearly knocked over a very beautiful young lady. He had apologized nervously, but the lady merely laughed and forgave him. Her hair was in a neat bun with a few strands of golden blonde hair behind her ears and the brightest sky blue eyes in existence. She came from a wealthy family; Allistor could tell due to her silk cream dress and intellect. She told him that her name was Adelaide Kensington, and that she was taking a stroll for the day, and asked if Allistor would like to accompany her. Allistor stared at her in bemusement, and said that he was a stranger to her and that she didn't know him at all. But what Adelaide said to him made his heart stop suddenly and his cheeks redden.

"You're a friend I haven't met yet."

They fell in love with each other quickly. Although she was only sixteen when they met, she was old in wisdom and knowledge. She helped Allistor come to terms with his skills and even helped him get a job. Adelaide was Allistor's lucky charm. As soon as she turned eighteen, Allistor was quick to propose to her, and Adelaide was quick to say yes. And a year after their marriage, Adelaide revealed some good news; they were going to have a child together. Allistor could still remember how small Arthur was in his arms. When Arthur was born, he didn't cry or wail at all. He merely mewled softly and looked around the room in amazement. Allistor could still remember those emerald eyes that stared back at him in some admiration, how Arthur would sometimes cry if he wasn't with Allistor. Four years later, Adelaide gave Allistor another son, Peter, who looked just like her. Peter would always favor Adelaide, but would only smile for Allistor. They even moved to Florida to get away from the negatives. Life was starting to get better. But then Adelaide was struck ill.

"Mr. Kirkland, I'm sorry to tell you this, but your wife… it appears that she has chronic lymphocytic leukemia, and she's had it for quite a while now… we can prolong for as long as we can, but I doubt that she'll make it to see Christmas."

Allistor was more than devastated. He told Adelaide how he felt, and she merely sat there with a pitying and heartbroken look in her eyes. Her health deteriorated quickly and was housebound by Christmas. But at least she was alive for Christmas. It gave Allistor a slight false hope that Adelaide would somehow get better when they reached March the following her. But as they neared June, her health went from bad to worse so that she couldn't raise a finger and was sent to hospital for the remaining days of her life. As Allistor was forced to work, he had left Arthur look after her on days he couldn't. He saw how Arthur quickly transformed from a boy into an adult in such a short amount of time.

She died on their wedding anniversary. Allistor was never really the same after that. He found himself slowly losing his grip on life as soon as he lost his job. He started drinking to get rid of those painful memories of Adelaide in her dying moment. He was beginning to hear voices that tormented him; blaming him for Adelaide's ill health, saying that he neglected her. He just wanted to give up, wanted to forget everything bad about his life. He soon turned bitter towards though who wanted to help him and found himself alone all over again. He even found himself hating Arthur.

Allistor would never like the fact that Arthur and Peter were receiving the most sympathy. Yes, Peter was quite young when he lost his mother, but Arthur seemed to have brushed it aside as if it was a tedious occasion. Allistor remembered when he had come home drunk yelling at the voices in his head when Arthur came to him. But he didn't see Arthur; all he saw were those daunting eyes and a smug glare that would belong to Dylan. But he was bigger than Dylan, and their mother wasn't there to protect him anymore. So he hit him. He didn't regret his blow when he realised that it was Arthur he had hit; it made him feel better. So he carried on. And he never regretted what he did to Arthur, not really at least. Because the voices told him that Arthur was the reason why Adelaide was dead.

So Allistor wouldn't stop until Arthur was dead himself.


A/N:

I know I said that there were only two chapters left, but I had the worst case of writers block. So I thought "FAK DIS SHEET" and did a bit of a filler chapter for Scotland. It'll link in with the end chapters, I swear. I might do one of these chapters for Amelie, but that'll take too long and I don't think I need to really.