A Day in the life of the Brother II

They quickly found Wales, he never moved far from where the brothers slept at night due to his age.

He sat in a huge field, covered in wild flowers and tall grass which brushed against their waists. Part of the field had been flattened by dragons so shorter beings could sit and lie in it without fear of being swallowed by the grass. From above it would look like a crop circle.

The brothers never feared for their brother's safety, even though he was a 3 year old in the Britannia wilderness, because he had dragons protecting him. They found the blonde sitting against the belly of a red dragon, which was about the size of an elephant, brushing a lamb.

Out of the five brothers, dragons preferred him. They guessed it was because he was the only quiet one.

The field he sat in was clustered with wild sheep and highland cows too which moved clumsily through the high grass, eating large patches and sleeping lazily in clumps. The unicorn stopped warily by the dragon while Scotland called out to Wales.

"Hey Brother!" Wales looked up with a chubby round face.

"Albwa?" He was quiet, almost silent. The red head slid off of the horse clumsily.

"Aye! Where's Iggy?"

"Hwe's aslweep…." He pointed at a pile of moss and soft leaves at the edge of the flattened field circle, probably prepared by some of the mythical creatures assigned to the children. He had his dark green cloak pulled up, over his face so he could sleep in the bright sun.

Scotland paused to stare at him. He was cute as a baby. There was another reason why Scotland always stared though… He looked too much like Britannia.

He looked back to Wales. Wales and England looked very similar (Wales has a darker, browner blond hair and blue-ish green eyes) but there was something different about England's looks that made him look more like Britannia. It was the light green eyes that mirrored Britannia's perfectly.

He grinned at Wales who released the lamb he was stroking. It ran off to join its parents, crashing into the thick grass and wild flowers.

"Foos yer doos?" Wales looked up smiling a small, bright smile.

"Gwood! The dwagons lwet me rwide them twoday!" Scotland sat down beside him, also leaning against the dragon's stomach.

"Barry! That's my wee broth!" He ruffled his younger brother's hair and he quickly fixed it with a scowl. He was very different from his older brothers but they managed to get along most of the time.

"Dwid ye gwet in a fwight?"

"Aye. But it was only a play fight fer fun." Wales looked thoughtful for a moment.

They looked up when they heard a yelp of pain. Ireland had just accidently pushed North Ireland off the startled unicorn. He cried out suddenly in a high-pitched wail. Ireland climbed down from the horse and tried to comfort him as huge tears began rolling down his cheek.

"S-S-STUPID BR-BROTHER!" Ireland panicked.

"I'm so, so Sorry! Please stop crying! I dinnae mean it!" Scotland ran over to him but he didn't know what to do either. They were only little children. The dragon flicked his tail over the weeping child, tickling him.

The boy soon began laughing loudly. Scotland smiled at the dragon and bowed his head slightly in thanks. The dragon nodded back.

North Ireland wasn't hurt by the fall luckily. Ireland hugged him after his giggling calmed down a little.

"Tá brón orm." North Ireland sniffed wiping his nose on his arm before giving Ireland a tight hug. Ireland got bored of hugging after a while and gave him a little push but North Ireland clung on. He tried to get out of the hug a little harder.

"Ger oof, North Ireland…"

"Nar… I wanne ta hug!" Ireland gave him a hard push this time and got him off but soon the small Irish child was clinging back to him again. The whole scene was about to break out into another play fight when a small high-pitched voice interrupted them.

"Albwa!" The three turned around to see England running towards them.

"Iggy!" Scotland stood up and scooped England up in his arms and twirled him around. England screamed happily. Ireland grumbled under his breath as North Ireland had his arms wrapped tightly around him, pouting.

"Awww… Why doesn't Iggy wanne hug me?"

"Cause yer a ninny with a big mooth." He rebuked annoyed. He felt jealous of the small blonde. Scotland held England to him in a big hug and carried him.

"Albwa! I mwissed you!" "Aww. Ye nae had to do tha'. I always come home ta ye." England replied with a wide, toothy smile and gripped onto his clothes. Ireland was still trying to pry North Ireland off of him while Wales watched them quietly.

"Hey Iggy! Why donnae ye run ta me like tha'?" England stammered little.

"C-cwause your too angwry, Irwelwand…." Scotland burst into laughter and Wales giggled a little. North Ireland grinned, releasing his grip.

"See! Yer too angry! Even Iggy canne see tha'!" He stuck his tongue out at Ireland, who was blushing heavily in embarrassment. North Ireland mocked him a little more, showing off his big mouth and his ability to talk (or mock) excessively. Ireland finally lost his patience and leaped at him. They began fighting again.

Scotland sighed a little but it was a happy one. Iggy was a little confused and had stopped smiling so the red head lifted baby England up and onto his shoulders. England gasped at how high he was when he was only just 4ft off the ground.

"Yay! Hwigher!"

"Nar. Sorry but I cannae go higher! I'm still wee."

"Will you lwift mwe up when you are twaller then?"

"Aye, of coorse!"

"Ahh! Okway!"

"Ye ken, ye are gonnae be tall one day too…."

"I will?"

"Aye! Ye are gonnae be huge!" England thought for a moment.

"Bwigger than you?"

"Aye." He paused to think again.

"Bwigger than a dwagon?"

"Why not?" He replied cheerfully with a grin.

Scotland knew that England would never be the size of a dragon and he doubted the short blonde would be taller than him. He wouldn't say this out loud but the blonde was smaller and weaker than the rest of them when they were his age. He was like the runt of the litter.

That was probably why Britannia left Scotland specifically in charge of England. He was always told to look out for his brothers but he was only told to protect and look after England in particular. England had become very attached to him because of all the extra attention.

He leaned forward and rested his head on Scotland's hair, running short, stubby fingers through the crimson mess.

"Your hwair is so swoft…." Scotland was walking with wide strides about by now through the tall grass, leaving the two fighting Irish boys and quiet Wales who was sitting by the dragon. Scotland blushed, speeding up a little.

"Cheers…" Walking in grass up to his waist was difficult, especially while carrying someone else. He looked up at the sky. Today was one of the rare days when it was sunny with no clouds. A light green thing shot into view, accompanied by smaller winged things.

"Och! If it isnae Flying Mint Bunny and some fairies!" The bunny hopped in the air around them.

"Hello there Scotland and England." England stared at the rabbit in amazement and reached one short hand forward towards the flying rabbit, trying to grab it or touch it.

"What brings ye here?" Flying Mint Bunny smiled widely.

"Good News! Your mother is coming back today!" Scotland stopped walking and stared at her.

"Whit?"

"Your mother will be returning later today." It bobbed excitably while Scotland stood there in a daze. England looked down at Scotland, confused by his reaction.

"Bwother?..." He prodded his motionless brother's cheek. The rabbit was starting to look concerned as well.

"Mister Scotland?" He snapped out of it suddenly and broke into a grin.

"Is she really coming home?"

"Yes." Scotland smiled brightly. England had rarely seen his brother smile like that.

"Albwa?" Scotland suddenly remembered England.

"Aye?"

"Mater. What is shwe lwike?"

"Och. Dinnae ken aboot yer own màthair?" He shook his head. Britannia wasn't around a lot recently. Scotland went on to explain how amazing their mother was (according to him) and England found himself bubbling with excitement.

Flying Mint Bunny had flown off ahead, to tell the rest of the boys along with a message from Scotland.

'Cymru, Ireland and Paddy. Màthair is on her way home so let's gah hunting fer her! I'm taking Iggy with meh tah as he's ta wee ta walk back on his own. Cymru, gah home. Meet up at tha big rock by tha forest. Alba.'

The boys were usually fed by their mother since eating fairy food was forbidden because of the implications of becoming a slave to the fae. She had not been around enough recently so the boys collected their own food mostly. It was usually berries and fruit that they found.

They sometimes ate meat that they hunted together. Scotland was meant to the main one in charge of getting food but he was still only 8 years old so the others liked to help. It was his responsibility as an older brother to take care of his younger ones.

Britannia wanted him to be strong and able to look after them for when she 'returned to the earth'. He didn't really understand what she meant by 'return to the earth', he had assumed that she would always be there for him.

He was starting to become quite a good hunter by himself, after being taught for a few years. Ireland had recently just begin his solo training but wasn't good enough to hunt properly on his own yet. Instead, he would aim for a target tied to a tree and try and hit it with his training bow and arrow.

(A/N – Half an hour til Turkey! Don't have time to do a proper author's note.

See the brothers did use to get alone!

Any Gaelic translations here have been mention in earlier stories.

Sorry for the excessive baby talk too….

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