Sweet Memories ch. 18: England's view
I felt Alfred freeze up and I took the opportunity to wiggle out of his grasp and tackle him down to the bed.
"Haha! Victory is mine!"
I jumped on him and puffed out my chest. Suddenly, I hear someone clapping and I whipped my head towards the entrance. Scotland was leaning against the doorframe, smirking.
"Well done lad. Looks like I taught ya well."
I smiled at the comment. Scotland stopped clapping and crossed his arms, pointing a finger to my bathroom.
"Now go wash yer hands. The scones are done."
I gasped at the news and immediately jumped off Alfred and ran to my bathroom. But before I closed the door, I saw my brother approaching my "new" brother slowly. There was something in Scotland's eyes that made me feel scared for Alfred as he got up and return the glare.
"Havin' fun now, aren't we?"
Alfred said nothing as my brother grabbed his shirt collar and jab a finger on him.
"Look ya brat," Scotland said in a low and menacing voice, "I don't care what your relationship with England is in the future, but remember what ya need to do. Remember the reason why yer in this mess and called me in the first place. Don't go messin' up the timeline and just leave things the way they are, got it?"
He stayed quiet for a few minutes, a serious look on his face, before Alfred slowly nodded in agreement. Scotland released his grip, but still had a scowl on his face.
"Good. Just know yer place."
Brushing himself off, my brother made his way to the door and soon, footsteps were heard down the hall. Alfred didn't even bother to move, so I quickly washed my hands before making my way to him.
"Alfred? Are you okay?"
He flinched when I spoke, but quickly tried to cover it with a smile.
"Yeah! I was just waiting for you to finish so we can go together. I mean, I am the hero and what if aliens came to kidnapped you and I wasn't here to rescue you?"
"That would never happen, you git."
He laughed and continued to smile, but I knew it was forced.
"You know," I frowned as he gave me another fake smile, "you need to learn to smile more naturally. And if you can't, at least practice perfecting your fake smile. Otherwise, what's the point of smiling?"
The "smile" finally disappeared from his face and it was replaced with a shocked expression. I gave him an example of one of my fake smiles I perfected before grabbing his hand and tugging it to the door.
"Now let's go already! If we don't hurry, there will be nothing for us to eat! And I'm hungry!"
Alfred continued to stare at me in shock as I struggled to pull him to the door. Finally, he gave in with a chuckle and we made our way to the living room table where Francis and my brother were patiently waiting. There, in the middle of the table, sat the beautiful, mouth-watering, heavenly scones, just waiting for me. I practically leaped towards them, but Alfred snatched me and made me sit in a chair. I pouted. Now with everyone at the table, Scotland gave a grin and clapped his hands, rubbing them together.
"So, who wants first servings?"
My hand bolted up as I waved it frantically in front of my brother.
"ME, ME, ME, ME, ME! Please Scotty? I'm hungry!"
He grinned at my act, but pretended to ignore me just to piss me off.
"Francis?"
The long-haired man chuckled and shook his head as I tried to gain Scotland's attention again.
"Don't give them to that pervert! Give them to me, please?!"
Continuing to ignore me, he maneuvered around me and turned to Alfred.
"How about ya?"
Now he pissed me off. Impatient, I made a leap to snatch the plate off his hands, but Scotland predicted my move and easily dodged my attack, making me land face-first on the ground. I painfully got up and turned towards them as I held my growingly, red nose. They began to laugh and I punched my brother in the leg.
"Scotty! I'm hungry!"
"Alright, alright!"
He picked me up and placed me in my seat again as he brought out a plate. Finally, he gave me my scones (he had better put more on my plate), but I still crossed my arms and pouted.
"Oh, come on! I already gave ya yer scones already! What else do ya want?"
"If you won't eat them, I will! 'Cause man, am I starving!"
Alfred made a grab for my food, but I quickly pulled my plate away from him and closer to me.
"Mine!"
I then proceeded to stuff my cheeks with the scones as I plopped them in my mouth.
"England, you look like a chipmunk!"
I blushed at the laughter, but continued to stuff my mouth while Scotland went to go get us some drinks. After some time, the "adults" began to talk and I just stayed, too bored to do anything else. Suddenly, I began to feel drowsy and I rubbed my eyes in an attempt to wake up. The three noticed my actions and they soon stopped talking.
"Hey Iggy, you ok?"
I nodded my head as my sight grew blurry and everyone's figure turned mushy.
"Yeah lad, ya don't look too good. Maybe a nap will fix the thing."
I didn't protest when my brother picked me up and lead me to my bedroom. Tucking me in my bed, he gave me a kiss on my forehead.
"Good night and sweet dreams."
With that, he walked out and closed the door slowly as I fell into a deep, deep slumber.