There comes a time in every Drunkard's life where things get too great for them to handle. Alaster Kirkland, Scotland, was by far no exception to this rule. He liked to live the comfortable life, mooching off his younger brother Arthur as he sat around drinking and smoking all day. It wasn't that that he didn't want to better his life- its just that he didn't have the drive to do it honestly. But not that it bothered him too much. He loved his brother very much though, it was the main reason he always hung around Arthur. But the Brit didn't see it quite the same way.

Arthur quite hated his older brothers. They bullied him...not so much Callum, but Alaster and Idris especially. He hated when Alaster always lounged around his house, drinking every booze he could possibly find in the home. Which was quite a lot. The ex-Pirate had whiskey, rum...wine...everything he possibly could collect over the years of travelling around the world for war or gain. And it irked him when he watched that lazy oaf on his couch, swilling away his entire supply of alcohol and smoking away his entire supply of tobacco (god knows how old it was. It may even be laced with Opium too!). He knew the smell was atrocious and sight was ghastly.

"ALASTER! Will you stop it already! Go the bloody hell home!" The younger snapped suddenly. There hadn't come a reply from the other, and it infuriated Arthur. How dare he to not even glance his way! It was highly rude and, normally, he'd give that. Or even some indication he heard the Island nation (whether it'd be the bird or just a snicker) would suffice at least! "Alaster! Are you even listening to me you git!" he snarled angrily.

"Aye." Came the reply eventually from the lazy lump on the couch. "I hear ye. Loud n' clear." He sounded quite bored, or maybe something else was lacing his voice right now. "What do ye want?"

Arthur looked fairly confused at this response. Had he not just stated what he wanted? Had he not just said he wanted Alaster out of his home? Maybe he had to completely specify for the other, "Alaster. I wish for you to leave. That means for you to get off your lazy arse and march yourself right out my door! Then, I want you to stay gone. Forever. Because I hate you. And cannot stand you any longer!" Oh. Of course there was a time where he absolutely adored his older brother. This was mainly when he was a wee lad himself! Never when he had grown older. For as soon as he did, Alaster started molesting him and bulling him at every chance he could.

"...Nay." Alaster responded after another very, very long pause. And only after that reply came the soft creek of an old couch as weight shifted on it. Alaster then got to his feet and turned to look to Arthur. "Why should I?" He didn't look angry. No, this wasn't exactly what Arthur had in mind this time. "Ye used te love me." He shrugged, taking another long drag from the pipe in his hand (having run out of fags many hours ago), "What happen' brothair?" he asked, raising a thick eyebrow in genuine curiosity.

At this, Arthur wasn't completely sure what to say. He knew that at any moment Alaster was going to smack him. Or even something worse. It made his stomach sink deep into the pits of his bowls, because he knew what was to come. But the problem was he didn't know exactly when. It drove him crazy.

"What happen', Brothair." He stated this time, and slowly walked closer. "Ye used te love me. What happen', Brothair." He breathed out as he leaned into his younger brother's ear.
"D-Don't-"
"Ye don' have te answer." Alaster responded immediately, cutting the younger off easily, "I know exactly wha' ye thinkin'. Yer so predictable." He chuckled lowly and pulled away suddenly. These actions caused the little Brit to shutter in his place and take a nervous step back. Now he was afraid to speak. Or not. If he started speaking then this whole thing would be over with sooner right?"

"What happen' brothair. What happened, brothair." Alaster only repeated that again, and circled Arthur's form like a shark around it's prey, "Ye used te love me. What happen', brothair..." he trailed off to take another long drag of his pipe. "What happened b-"
"STOP SAYING THAT!" Arthur screamed suddenly, shoving at Alaster. He didn't budge. In fact, the only thing he did was smirk a bit. Alaster wasn't going to attack him...or was he? What if he was going to do something terrible? What if he was going to die because he kept on fighting back? Or maybe Alaster wanted him to fight back? This was hurting his brain, and he clamped his eyes shut.

"...Why brothair? Its true ain't it?" he asked softly, laughing happily as can be. Like absolutely nothing was wrong. "Ye were so small. So dependent on me." He stated quietly, "Surely ye remember. Ye used to love me. What happen', brothair?"

Of course Arthur remembered. Of course it wrenched at his heart every single time he thought about what they once were. What they were now. They were two completely different things. Two completely different things, and he yearned for the first. And Alfred knew this definitely. Maybe Alaster wanted an answer?

"...You st-started...just hurting me all the time!" He snapped suddenly, his fists to his sides, trying to keep from shaking. Alaster definitely had the air around him that made him so...intimidating. Maybe it was because he was the older brother but...maybe it was because he had the power to kill the man, if he wished. Was that his plan?

"Ye like it. Ye used te love sleepin' wit' me when ye were a teenager." He responded simply, snickering softly, "Don't ye remember? Ye used te love me. What happen' brothair?" Those two lines were getting to the smaller very quickly. Alaster was always...dear in his heart. And he was getting accused that he didn't love Alaster. Pride and stupidity was getting in the way of admitting he love his brother.

"...you lie," Arthur lied immediately, "I have never enjoyed it! And I never loved you!" he denied everything now. Because memories of that was very painful. Because he knew what it was like to have someone you raised claim they hate you. Even if both knew it wasn't true, words hurt. They stung, they cut.

"Ye used te love me. What happen', brothair?"

Like those words right there.

"STOP SAYING THAT!" he screamed back again, bristling irritably and tried to get away.

"Nay."
"WHY NOT!" he screamed irritably, and was suddenly grabbed by his big brother by the waist. He struggled immediately. He needed to get away. He was terrified of Alaster right now. Because he was so calm. And he wasn't doing...anything but talking.

"Ye used te love me. What happen', brothair?"
"STOP IT!" he screamed again, and fell to his knees, sobbing, "Just STOP IT ALREADY!" he started freaking out. "Kill me if you want!" he choked out, "I don't care, just stop that! Stop talking!" he flailed immediately, and choked out another sob. He felt searing pain everywhere on his back. Like stabs everywhere. He screamed out in pain, never realising he was dropped, and laying on the floor. All he felt was emotional and physical pain everywhere.

Alaster just watched. His brother was making such a scene. Screaming 'stop hurting me' and things of the like. He just smoked more, watching him with much amusement. He didn't lay a finger on him-in a harmful manner at least. Maybe he just mentally broke. And felt past pain and scars starting to tear away at the new flesh again. All he knew that it wasn't his problem.

But it sure in hell was very fun to watch.

My god..I actually got one done! Technically both UK and Scotland snap in this fic...hope you like it!

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