Only a day. It had only been a day since Ireland appeared in America's home, and already the git was causing havoc.
The next morning, England had discovered that Ireland and smuggled several crates of whiskey and wine. England demmanded they be thrown away but Ireland had used America as a lifeline.
"Hey, don' be killin' meh fun, Arthur! Alfreed! Arthur won't let meh drink!"
Ireland looked at Alfred with an exaggerated pout. But that was all it took for Alfred to look up and give England the look that he could not deny.
England sighed. "Alfred, the thing Quinn is drinking... Imagine swallowing a gallon of poison, that's what Quinn is drinking..." he explained.
Alfred's eyes went wide and he stared at Ireland for a long time before muttering words that shocked the two brothers.
"Cool..." Alfred beamed.
Ireland burst into laughter and patted Alfred's hair. "Good lad ye are! Glad ya approve o' me." he turned to Arthur, a mishcievous glint in his eyes.
"Ya sure proved me wrong! But now, a' kinda wanna steal the lad away from yah.." Ireland teased, although he was only half joking.
England realized that Ireland wasn't kidding about that and he growled.
"Don't you DARE. You might as well kiss your blasted blarney stone and hope to get a fragment of charisma to even have a chance of taking Alfred." England snarled.
"Oh, maybe a' will." Ireland growled back. "but be careful lad.. The rock might 'magically' start floatin' towards yer face an' just smack ya right in the kisser."
"Magically my arse!"
"Ar ndóigh. I expected no more from my dheartháir dúr."
And with that, England lunged himself at his brother.
Alfred stared with horror and backed away. 'Slightly scared' would be an understatement. He was terrified.
Never has he seen such violence from England. The same England that was usually calm, drinking his tea and eating his scones... The stories may have given him an idea of just how strong England was, but he never expected to witness just how violent England could be.
Alfred was covering his eyes with his hands. When the screaming, grunting and noises of all the sorts never stopped, Alfred began to sob behind his hands.
Ireland and England immediately stopped when they heard the small sobs and whimpers from the corner. England scrambled up to get off Ireland and he all but shoved England off.
"Alfred! Oh, I'm so sorry! What's wrong?" England panicked.
"Ey lad... C'mon, tell yer big brothers why yer cryin'.."
Ireland reached out a hand to ruffle his hair but England slapped it away, grabbing Alfred and holding him in a protective position.
"Don't you touch the boy with those filthy hands of yours!" England growled.
America cried harder, causing the two men to go into a full out panic. They were far too flustered to even think about what to do next.
England rushed to the phone and dialed Finland's number, seeing as to how good the lad was with kids. Ireland did his best to keep the boy calm, which he managed to do after a good 30 minutes. Though the boy was still hiccuping and the tears were still there, he was no longer screaming.
Finland came over soon after Alfred had calmed down a bit. He rushed over to Alfred and picked him up, taking him to the front porch. Sweden, who came along (to his dismay), had given a look to the two men to stay where they were and to wait for Finland to return.
After what seemed to be the longest 10 minutes of England's life, the two returned, Alfred looking at his feet, Finland smiling slightly.
"Okay, go ahead Alfred. Tell them the reason you cried." Finland smiled down at Alfred.
"... You..." Alfred mumbled.
England's eyes went wide "Tell us, lad. What did we do to make you upset..?"
"You tackled big brother Ireland..." Alfred continued, ".. And the way Ireland grabbed you and- and... It looked scary.."
Alfred's shoulders shook slightly. "A-and I was just standing there... W-watching... I c-couldn't do anything... N-nothing..."
England's eyes softened "Oh... Oh, Alfred..." he murmured and pulled him into a hug.
England stared at Ireland, who stared back as they made the silent agreement of never fighting like that again.
At least... Not in front of Alfred.
"Really now, guys... You have to be more considerate.." Finland sighed. If he knew that Quinn was going to be here, he would have gone over with Sweden to keep this from happening...
The party had retreated for a meeting and had strayed over to the kitchen.
Ireland pointed to Arthur, a bored expression on his face. "Arthur did it this time. Not me."
Arthur sighed, "Quinn, it doesn't matter who started it. What matters now is that we both have to control ourselves in front of Alfred, for his sake."
"Yeah, but A wasn't tha one who pounced.." Ireland muttered under his breath
England was about to retaliate, when they heard a familiar voice of a certain Frenchman along with Alfred's little squeak and another, softer voice, trying to calm Alfred down.
"You look just like me!" Alfred shouted, eyes wide as he examined the other boy France had brought with him.
"A-ah... H-hello there..." the other boy stammered. His voice, gentle and tame, unlike Alfred's.
"Ah, Amérique, this is your frère, Canada." France smiled and gently ruffled Canada's hair.
"Canada! Oh, hey there! My name's America, Alfred F. Jones! What's yours?" Alfred was excited at the thought of a brother. As long as he belonged to France, he didn't mind.
"Y-yes.. Canada.. M-Matthew Williams..." and he timidly brought his hand out to shake Alfred's, who grabbed it all too eagerly and pulled him into a hug.
"Okay then! I'll call you Matty! Since it's shorter." Alfred announced, gripping his brother into a bear hug.
"Alfred? What's going on here?" Arthur walked into the room and had only caught Matthew being pulled into a bear hug by Alfred.
"Arthur, this is Matty, my new twin brother!~" Alfred giggled, pulling away from Matthew and slinging his arm around the boy's shoulders in a friendly way.
Matthew cleared his throat and curtsied slightly "Bonjour, mon nom est Matthew Williams. Un plaisir de vous rencontrer."
England rolled his eyes. Of course, this child must have been France's colony. A respectful child, unlike his father figure.
"Il est très agréable de vous rencontrer aussi, mon nom est l'Angleterre. Arthur Kirkland." England responded in the same fluent tongue. Although he hated the frog more than anything in the world, he had to admit, the wine bastard was so damn classy. And Arthur rather enjoyed being classy, more than he'd admit.
Alfred quirked an eyebrow and stared at France. "Heeey, I wanna know what they're saying!"
France chuckled. "Maybe I will drop by more often and teach you some, oui?"
"Awesome! Bring Matty with you too!" Alfred giggled and hugged Matthew again, nuzzling his face onto the crook of his new brother's neck.
Francis stared at Arthur. Though he wouldn't admit it, the Frenchman was absolutely bubbling with happiness inside. Not only for the fact that Alfred was accepting his colony with open arms, but because with this, he could visit Arthur any time he wanted. He smiled to himself, now would be the perfect time to-
"Arthur, what'cha doin' over there? Is the lad all right?- Ah-" Ireland followed Arthur to see what the commotion was all about, only to see...
"Francis..." Quinn began. England sighed. It was starting again.. "... It's nice to see you, you fíon grámhara, dúr balbh, dírithe ar féin, FRAINCE-"
"Quinn, enough." Arthur scolded. Ireland could curse all he wanted later, for now, he just had to keep Ireland under control. To convince him to have enough decorum to not lunge for the frog's throat.
Francis smiled nervously "A-ah.. Bonjour, Quinn. I-It's nice to see you too.."
Matthew had already pulled away from Alfred (who was beginning to get rather cuddly) and began clinging onto France's dress shirt. 'Papa, I think we should go home..' was the message.
Francis gulped. His son was right, it was time to go. "... Well, it was nice to see... to see you all.. B-but I must bid you adieu. See you around." he smiled before picking up Matthew and walking towards the door and leaving.
"Good riddens..." Ireland muttered.
Alfred ran to the door and opened it slightly to wave goodbye. Arthur smiled at Alfred. The boy really loved Matthew, even though this was his first time meeting him.
Alfred yawned, walking over to England and grabbing a part of his shirt, leaning on him slightly before falling into his arms completely. Arthur caught him and picked him up, gently rubbing his back.
"I think it's time for bed..." and England smiled at the prone figure, he smiled Alfred's smile. Ireland had noticed that smile. Never in his life has he seen his brother smile like that to anyone.
'Lucky lad. He loves ya more than 'nyone in the world..'
What's a blarney stone? GO GOOGLE IT 8D
Translations:
All Irish Words used XD:
Ar ndóigh – Of course
dheartháir dúr –stupid brother
fíon grámhara - wine loving
dúr - stupid
balbh - dumb
dírithe ar féin – self centered
FRAINCE – FRENCH