Oh'honhonhon~ What do we have here? A new chapter? Fantastic!
Disclaimber: I own, like, nothing! *Only the fan-characters!*
They strange duo soon arrived at the brothers London household, it was large and majestic- Much unlike they're small cottage in the highlands of Scotland or the town house in Wales, might I add.*
Pulling the drunk to the door, England took the door handle and opened the oak door, pulling the Scot inside.
"Now, Scottie, where are you going to sleep tonight? You're room all the way up the stairs, or in the living room?" The Brit chuckled as he walked into his study door, leaving the elder in the hall, trying to keep himself up. Failing, of course, Scotland simply let his feet slid out as he feel into a sitting position with a thud. Following that, there was noise from above them, Wales poking his head around the banister too look down the stairs.
"… What happened to you then, boyo?" His Welsh accent thick, the blonde walked towards him. Wales was the one who looked most like England, he had blondish-brown, curly hair with a small curls poking out. He also had green eyes like the rest of his family, only his were softer then the rest. Seeing the time was around about half-twelve, he was wearing a plain t-shit with jogging bottoms with thick socks- Oh! And he was also carrying Sprinkles. Sprinkles was his pet sheep, who was currently wearing a bed-cap.
"He's drunk again, Wales. I believe he owes you ten pounds, right?" England's voice grew closer as he walked out of the study, now wearing his pyjamas and a mocking smirk.
"I hate ye' both." Scottie grumbled as he tried to pick himself of the cold, cold floor.
Wales stared blankly at England before turning his gaze onto the Scottish drunkard; He knew he'd never be able to not drink of a week, even if his life depended on it…
Sighing, the Welshman turned and made his way back to his room.
"It's too early for this, put him on the couch and go to bed already."
The next morning, everything was silent. The house, the streets, the whole nations…
BAAAAAAAH~
A small, fluffy ball of pink-ish-white ran through the house, disturbing everything inhabitant as it went. There was multiple groans as the United Kingdom dragged themselves from there warm and cosy beds.
England was the first downstairs, already with the kettle on as he rummaged through his cupboards to find breakfast- Which would of course be a plate of Jaffa Cakes.
Sipping his now-ready cup of tea, England heard a loud moan from the living room- Great, Scotland was awake and, from the sound of it, had a bad hangover.
Sprinkles came trotting into the kitchen, soon followed by his sleepy owner.
"You think Scot's going ta' be groggier then usual this morning? I mean, he did stink last night, more then normal…" Wales stated as he grabbed a Jaffa cake and went to pour himself some orange juice.
"Guys! Why is Scotland so grumpy? I went to see him and he just called me a 'Bloodeh bugga' and threw a book at me!" Northern Ireland, or just 'North', waltz into the room, rubbing his head with a sour expression, "Let me guess, a little too much at 'The Ol' Barn', hm~?"
* I gave them houses in each part of the UK, but I didn't mention an house, I know. I didn't think it was needed. ^^;
Anywho, Enter Wales, North and Sprinkles! : D
I hope you all know that Sprinkles is my favourite character in this RP/Fic. :'D You'll see why in later chapters.
Longest chapter yet. /EmoCorner.
Sorry 'bout that. u ;;
-IggyKitty out~!