Characters:
Arthur 'England' Kirkland
Dylan 'Wales' Kirkland (Dilly)
Cymru (Wales' dragon)
Alistair 'Scotland' Kirkland
Pairings; UK bros
Summary; Dylan is feeding Cymru Alistair's leftover kebab. Arthur is trying to drink his tea and read the news in peace. Alistair is hungover.
Arthur sits in his kitchen, freshly made tea in hand and a newspaper open on the table. He reads idly, out of habit. He usually knows the day's news off the top of his head. He either lived it himself, felt it happening, or enough of his population knows about it for him to simply know. It makes reading or watching new things a little disappointing.
Dylan sits opposite him, yellow take-away box in hand, Cymru over his shoulder.
"Where'd you get that from?" Arthur asks.
"Deheubarth."
"Not the dragon! The food."
"The fridge. It's Alistair's."
Arthur sighs, glaring at the box like it's done him a personal injustice. "Was he drunk again?"
"Didn't you hear him?"
Arthur sighs again.
"Are you alright, Artie?" Dylan asks quietly. Cymru sniffs at the box and whines.
"Yes. Honestly, it's fine."
"I don't believe you."
"Just feed your bloody dragon!"
Dylan flicks the box open, and Cymru dives on the cold food, chomping loud and messy. Chunks of rubbery chips and stringy meat go flying over the table, and Dylan pulls a face.
A large blob of chilli sauce flies over the lid, splattering over an article on the NHS. Arthur stares at it and sighs.
"Oh, crap, I'm so sorry!" Dylan says, pulling Cymru away from the food slightly.
"No, no, it's fine," Arthur grits through his teeth, "Seriously, don't worry about it."
"It's not though, oh Lordie!" Dylan gathers up the cold kebab and wriggling dragon, "I'll take him outside."
Arthur nods awkwardly, turning the page to a series of celebrity gossip. Cymru groans, swishing his tail and smacking Dylan smartly in the back of the head. Dylan yelps, dropping Cymru, who skitters across the table, tearing the newspaper and knocking into Arthur's mug.
The mug flies from Arthur's hand, smashing into the wall and shattering. A patch of hot, milky tea clings to the wall and drips down, forming a puddle against the skirting board.
"Oh, fuck!" Dylan cries, frozen in the spot. Cymru sniggers.
Arthur breathes in deeply. "It's alright, Dilly."
"I'm so sorry!"
"Calm down, Dilly," Arthur stands up, reaching into the pan cupboard.
"I- just- I- he- what are you doing,"
"Look," Arthur says, smiling forcefully, pan in each hand, "Just forget it."
He leaves the kitchen, heading up the stairs to Alistair's room. Dylan grabs Cymru, getting outside just as Arthur's pan-slamming and Alistair's pained yelling starts.
Arthur is a little shit. #canon
The underlined parts come from a tweet from the SoVeryBritish feed (link in profile)
Quite cross: "Honestly, it's fine"
Very cross: "Seriously, don't worry about it"
Bloody livid: "Look, just forget it"
Deheubarth is an early Welsh castle (link to webpage in profile)
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