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Chapter 17: France's family.
France figured he should have expected this. I mean England was known to run off randomly and be found around some perverts. Not understanding some of the implications they gave out. Really, he was too innocent when it came to stuff like that. Now Scotland was trying to murder people and England was laughing his adorable little laugh and cheering him on. France rolled his eyes in amusement and stole England away.
"But Scottie," England started.
"Will realize you're missing and come searching in about two minutes. Sometimes the best way to get him to stop fighting is to pull you out of his general area. That over protective psycho always knows when you have disappeared from his side. Though I guess I can understand why he would have a sixth sense when it comes to you. If you were my little brother, I would probably be the same way," he said combing his unruly hair with his fingers instinctively and plotted to give it a trim when they got back to the Kirkland place.
"Am I not your little brother already," England asked glancing up at him through his long lashes shyly.
He had met France first and though they bickered a lot he did enjoy his company when they were kids. France always tried to con him into calling him his big brother then and acted like one. Sometimes France instinctively acted like a big brother even today. England's rare moments of admitting France was like a big brother to him even before Scotland and France got together was too cute for France sometimes. He was so shy about it like he wasn't sure if France truly considered him like a little brother or not.
France paused their walk and cupped the back of his head and pushed it closer and planted a kiss to his forehead. His other arm wrapping around his waist to hug him close.
"Of course, you're my little brother. Long before now. Sometimes I say stupid things because we aren't blood related. I have always seen you as my precious little brother," he soothed his worries away.
"I knew that already stupid. I just like hearing you admit it sometimes," England grinned cutely at him.
"I would admit it any time. You on the other hand deny it when around others," France chided.
"Just because it's funny to rile you up," he said mischievously.
"You're a brat," France said fondly.
"You're a dummy," England countered.
"You're…Oh he finally realized," he said amused.
"EENNNGGGLLLAAANNNNDDDD," Scotland cried rushing to the pair and scooping him up in a hug. "Don't disappear like that it worries me," he whined swinging him back in forth in his hug.
"You're crushing me," England whined whacking his back.
"Be gentler with England you idiot," France scolded punching the back of his head making him release England and clutch his throbbing lump he was forming from the blow.
"Ha ha Scottie got in trouble," England cheered and cackled at him cutely.
"You're evil," Scotland said bluntly but his mouth twitched in amusement at his baby brother. "You're very mean as well," he said eyeing France.
"You were crushing England. I will not allow it even if you are my fiancé. England is too precious to allow you to bruise him with your stupid strength and lack of knowledge of how strong you are when you're worked up."
"You're still rude," Scotland pouted.
"Don't be such a baby," France dismissed with a wave of his head.
"Yeah Scottie don't be such a baby," England giggled.
"I'll show you who's being a baby," Scotland growled playfully and England ran off screeching and Scotland chased after him grinning.
"Children the both of them," France chuckled shaking his head. "Well I guess it's not such a bad thing. They can be adults when it's needed. Never hurts to let them play," he smiled following after them in a casual walk.
There was no point trying to keep up. The pair were like human bullets when they got going. He'd never be able to catch up. On his walk back to the Kirkland house he ran into their mother who was carrying grocery bags. He took them for her and she was talking about Scotland had went passed her like a human bullet and had stollen the heavy bags she was carrying. England had taken some bags before that but had done a small adorable trot around her a few times before taking off again. France laughed and explained what had been going on prior to their chase making her laugh.
"Those boys are so very cute and playful," she giggled.
"That they are ma'am," he smiled back at her. "Too cute and playful for their own good sometimes though."
"That's what makes them adorable and lovable," she smiled back.
"Very true. I can't disagree with that statement."
When they got to the house Scotland was roaring with laughter clutching England close and both avoiding Celt's grabs who was covered in flour and egg.
"They ran into dad during their chase so some groceries happened to get on him," North explained to the pair.
"My goodness," Britannia laughed.
"You two get over here," Celt cried.
"No way," England cheered back.
"Accept your punishment like men!"
"No, we rather avoid it like normal sons would do," Scotland countered.
"Just wait until I get my hands on you," Celt said chasing them up the stairs but his eyes were sparkling too much to take his angry tone seriously.
"So that's where they get their playful nature from," France hummed amused.
"Celt has always been a giant child. He loves to play and tease. Especially when it's his children," Britannia smiled back.
"I swear this family has too much energy," France laughed as the three went zooming passed them.
"That's what makes us fun," North protested.
"That is true at times. Other times that's what makes you destructive," France countered.
"I won't disagree with that statement," Ireland admitted.
"It's not possible to deny," Wales agreed.
"But at least we're not as destructive as Germany," North teased.
"YOU LEAVE MY ANGEL ALONE HE CAN'T HELP IT," Ireland cried.
"He totally can, but he won't," Wales disagreed.
"Prussia encourages it," France defended.
"I won't try to deny that statement," North laughed.
A crash sounded as the three others tumbled down the stairs. Celt on bottom some how with England and Scotland on top of him. The three peered at each other like they wondered how they even fell down the stairs then burst into laughter.
"You two probably broke my ribs falling on me," Celt laughed.
"You're the one that instinctively shielded us when we started to fall," Scotland countered.
"Big over protective papa," England chimed in.
"Alright you three that's enough chasing for one day. England, I need to trim your unruly hair. Scotland go help your mother put away the groceries," France instructed.
"Fine fine we'll stop for now," Scotland said getting up and kissing his cheek as he took the bags from him. "But England and I totally won," he teased his father making him sputter and march after his eldest son and wife protesting wildly that he let them win.
"Win what? Weren't they just running from him," Wales laughed.
"You'll never know," England teased as France led him out of the room.
It was plain as day this family was a nuthouse in disguise but France wouldn't have them any other way. He adored the family with all his heart and was proud to call them his. Even if they made him feel like he was going to get gray hairs from their destructive hyper random ways.
As I said on the other stories I am back temporarily! I'll upload as much as possible but I can't promise how often I will be able to update at this point. I'm giving university my all so I can keep my scholarships and such. But don't think I'll ever abandon my stories. It may take me a long time to finish them but they will be finished! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Thank you for reading!
