A/N: This is set in an alternate universe where the nations are just people. One more thing send me one worded topics for few chapters.

Disclaimer: Again I own Dylan and Hamish belongs to Nightmare Owl and everyone else belongs to Himaruya unless I say so.

Warnings: Sibling abuse and Hamish's potty mouth

Cariad 2: Sorry

Dylan Adda Kirkland gently rubbed his bruised shoulder, courtesy of his younger brother Arthur. It wouldn't have been the first time his little brother hurt him and probably wouldn't be the last. However, it was better that Dylan be hurt instead of the twins. No one but Arthur and Dylan knew of Arthur's abuse, not their mother, the twins nor their significant others. For the last five years thing had gotten worse, it started when Hamish, Dylan's older half brother, went back to Scotland to live with his father. Actually the twins, Arthur and Dylan all had different fathers as well.

"Hey Taffy!" Dylan froze there was only one person who would call him that, and the culprit was the same person responsible for his sore shoulder. Dylan's father was Welsh and he was proud of it. Determined to ignore his younger brother he kept moving towards his school.

"Gah!" Pain flared in Dylan's head as he grabbed the back of it. He pulled his hands back to his face to see them stained with blood. Down at his feet, there was a suspicious red rock, not a pebble, a good-sized rock. Was his brother trying to kill him now? If that rock had hit him any harder or struck the wrong place, he could have ended up with a concussion or worse ended up dead.

"Don't ignore me, you bloody taffy!" Arthur reached down to throw another rock at the redhead knowing he wouldn't defend himself. Dylan closed his eyes and braced for the pain. "Let go of me you jock!" Pale green eyes flew open at the sound of Arthur grunting in pain only to lock eyes with harsh green eyes.

"Hamish." There was no mistaking that flame red hair and harsh green eyes. The cigarette was new but Dylan knew without a doubt this was his older brother Hamish.

"Whit th' hell is gaun oan 'ere?" Hamish yelled at the two, one of them stunned quiet, the other struggling to free his arm.

"Ingenting (Nothing)." Dylan turned back toward his school. "Dylan, stop. Ye cannae gang tae schuil lik' that. Yer neck is hoaching with blood." Hamish was definitely worried about his little brother. Dylan was always quiet, especially for a Kirkland but now he seemed to be even more withdrawn and Hamish would bet his favorite lighter that it had something to do with the blonde struggling in his grip.

"Ye gang tae schuil 'n' ye come wi' me. We need tae treat that wound." Arthur looked ready to argue but a green eyed glared sent him running towards the school. Ten minutes later they were back at the Kirkland Estate with Hamish ordering a maid to go get the first aid kit and a wetrag. Hamish lead Dylan to a stool and forced him to sit.

"Lose th' sark." Dylan gave him a look that showed a little irritation and worry. Worry for what Hamish didn't know and he didn't care, all that mattered was stopping the blood coming from Dylan's head.

"Brawd mawr (big brother) has become a pervert while he was away."

"Haud yer wheesht 'n' tak' aff yer sark sae it doesn't git drookit." Hamish was two seconds away from smacking Dylan upside the head. The only thing stopping him was someone already beat him to it. Dylan shrugged slipping out of his blazer and pulling off his stained dress shirt. Harsh green eyes widened in shock as an furious scowl grew on his face. His little brother was covered in bruises and scars, the newest bruise seemed to be on his shoulder.

"Did Arthur dae that tae ye?" Dylan spared him a quick glance before letting his blazer and dress shirt drop unceremoniously to the floor.

"Most of them, mae rhai ohonynt yn (some of them) are from his friends." Dylan souned off, he talked as if the bruises were on someone else.

"Whin did this stairt happening? 'n' how come hasn't a' body stopped it?" Okay so Hamish was more then a little pissed right now.

"Nobody knew and nobody would believe me even if I told them or showed them. Arthur is the golden boy," That figured; their mother was a kind woman but she had spoiled Arthur horribly given that he was the youngest, "it started about five years ago."

The maid had returned with the items Hamish had requested. It made sense, though, Hamish was the only person Arthur was afraid of. So with him gone, Arthur had been given free reign over the house, including his siblings.

"A'm sorry fur leaving ye alone wi' him." Hamish for once muttered quietly.

"Mae gennych unrhyw beth i fod yn flin am." Dylan hissed as the wetrag touched his injured head. Hamish made a silent vow as he treated his little brother that Arthur would not get away with this. No one messed with his little brother, especially not his spoiled rotten littlest brother.