Arthur - 5 (He was meant to be the same age as Lovino, but his birthday's (in my mind) the 23rd of April so that makes him almost 6), Dayfdd (Wales) -7, Angus (Scotland) -9, Ciara (Ireland) - 10

(Note: When Angus says "ye", he means it in the singular case, talking to one person. But when Ciara says "ye" she means it in the plural case, talking to a group of people)

Disclaimer: I own nothing :'(

"Arthur, will ye get the hell of the case! I can't carry it with yer fat head on it!"

"Angus, be nice to your brother." Their mother, Bridget said absentmindedly, holding tightly onto her hat and peering over the enormous crowd on the Queenstown quay.

"But he won't get off!" Angus gestured angrily at his youngest brother, who was perched on their suitcase, legs swinging dreamily.

Ciara rolled her eyes, plucked Arthur from the top of the suitcase and balanced him on her hip.

"Happy now, Angus?" She asked said brother with a raised eyebrow.

Angus laughed and picked up the suitcase. Arthur began squirming in Ciara's arms.

"Put me down! I'm too big to be lifted!"

Ciara laughed and readjusted her grip on him. "I'll stop when we celebrate your birthday in America. Until then, you're still the baby."

"But I'm five!"

Ciara smiled and turned to their mother.

"Mam, any sign of the ship yet?"

She shook her head. "No petal. But..." She glanced up at the quayside clock. "We are a bit early."

Ciara looked at her mother with concern shining in her bright green eyes.

"Mam. Are you alright?"

Bridget took her eyes off the milling crowd and looked down at her eldest and only girl's worried little face.

"I'm fine, lovie. I just can't believe we're leaving Ireland."

"Did it feel like this when you left with Daddy?"

Bridget's eyes misted over slightly and shook her head. "No, petal. No it didn't." She looked back out at the sea cloaked in the early morning mist and began speaking, more to herself than her two children.

"When I left with your father to go to England, I thought I had everything to gain and nothing to lose with the love of my life at my side. But then..."

A steamboat horn sounded from what seemed nowhere. Ciara stared out onto the horizon, searching for the source. She began tugging on her mother's hand excitedly.

"Mammy! Look! There it is!"

Bridget squeezed back, whispering breathlessly. "Yes, 'tis, petal. Titanic, the Ship of Dreams."

The crowd began to move towards the boats that would bring them to the Titanic. Ciara turned her head to look at Arthur who was still squirming.

"Stop fidgeting. I'll put you down once we're in our cabin. I don't want to lose you in this crowd."

Arthur pouted but nodded. Ciara smiled and nuzzled his cheek.

"Wipe that sour puss off your face. We're going to America, the land of oppar...oppug...um...oppin... of many chances! So cheer up." She turned and caught sight of the two other boys having a play fight.

"Will the pair of ye stop acting the maggot and cop on!"

Dafydd wormed his way out of Angus' headlock, grinning. Angus cuffed him lightly on the back of the head and picked up their suitcase as the five of them made their way to the boats.

They huddled together on the little boat as it crossed the Queenstown quay towards the Titanic. Arthur clung tighter to Ciara; they were far too near the water for his liking. Ciara tightened her grip on him and rubbed soothing circles into his back.

They embarked onto the ship and, after displaying their tickets, were lead down to steerage by a steward.

Laughs and shouts in several different languages echoed off the plain white walls. Ciara listened in fascination; it was such a strange thought to her, that people could speak so many different languages that were no way related to English or Irish.

Bridget opened the door to one cabin and the five of them entered the room that would house them until they reached America.

A teenaged boy with a rather large nose looked up at them and waved.

"Privet. You are our roommates, da? We will be going to Amerika together?"

He turned to the younger looking girl on the bunk opposite him and said something in a guttural sounding language that they couldn't understand. She hmphed and turned her platinum head away.

"I am sorry; my sister does not like people talking to me very much. I am Ivan and she is Natalya. And you?"

Bridget stepped forward and shook his hand. "I am Mrs Kirkland and these are my children, Ciara, Angus, Dafydd and the little one is Arthur."

"Mum! I'm not that little!"

The girl named Natalya stood up and latched onto Ivan's arm possessively, glaring at them.

Ciara tugged on her mother's sleeve. "Mam, can we go explore? We'll be really careful and I'll make sure these eejits", she glared at Dafydd and Angus who both made offended sounds of protest, "Don't get into trouble."

Bridget laughed and patted her head. "If I can trust you to do that in London, I can trust you here. Be back in time for lunch, alright?"

Ciara smiled and nodded. She put Arthur down and the four of them left the room to explore to their heart's content.

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Ja!

-Animerockchic