Camping
The one thing England hated more than 'Family Bonding Time' was camping. So naturally his brothers chose that as this month's activity. England sighed as he packed a small bag with spare clothes and some necessities, praying that the weather would be better than it had been the past few weeks. The last thing the blond wanted was rain, though the possibility that it would start to thunder the minute he stepped out of the warmth and comfort of his house was highly likely.
England had just finished stuffing the last few things into his bag when the doorbell rang. The blond man groaned as he made his way down the carpeted stairs towards the front door carrying his bad across his shoulder. He already knew who was on the other side of that door, he had half the mind to just leave it be and grab some earl grey tea. But he knew he would get shit from his brothers if he just left them standing outside in the freezing cold. England opened the door and stood aside to welcome in his brother, Scotland.
"ye haven't grown a wee bit have ye?" Scotland observed, eyeing his younger sibling up and down.
"Good morning to you too. Where are the others?" England questioned flatly, noticing the absence of his other relatives. Ireland and North Ireland almost always travelled together and wales liked to meet up with them before heading to England's house.
"Traffic." Scotland said curtly before stepping in to the large home and heading to the sitting room, all while lighting a cigarette. The blond scowled at the smoke trail that followed the redhead though the hall. He had told his brother numerous time to not smoke in his house but all the scot did was laugh. After shaking his head and sighing once more he followed Scotland into the sitting room.
The sitting room was spacious and decorated with cream furniture, accompanied be a large vase of roses that sat on a coffee table in the middle. Scotland had taken a seat in one of the armchairs and had placed his feet on top of said coffee table very near to his roses. England was having an internal battle over whether he should move the flowers before any damage came to them.
"Why is ye house so girly?" Scotland inquired casually as he looked around the clean room.
"Because that's how I like it. Any other questions?" England snapped back at him. By now you can probably tell that the brother's relationship is complicated. England didn't get on with them, they picked on him every chance they got but he still loved them dearly. Just, he liked to love them from a distance.
"Aye. What the answer to life?" Scotland smirked as he exhaled smoke. England gave him an exasperated look and moved to sit on the sofa opposite his eldest brother. The redhead let out a deep chuckle and stuck out his tongue at the blond. He was so childish.
5 minutes past by in silence, England watching out for his roses safety and Scotland was trying to figure out if he could knock over the vase and make it look like an accident, when the front door burst open causing England to jump and curse. Two men could be heard arguing from the hall in a foreign language. After a moment or two England worked out that it was Gaelic. Though he didn't know what they were saying he still knew who was speaking it. His two brothers Ireland and North Ireland.
The twins continued to argue as they rounded the corner and enter the living room, completely ignoring their younger brother. After a couple more words were spoken, words England could only assume were swears, they settled and sat down on the cream coloured sofa, next to the blond.
Both Brothers looked strikingly similar, one of the few differences was that Ireland was taller, both had reddish brown and a few light freckles spaced along their nose and checks. Though North Ireland had slightly lighter hair to his brother and lighter green eyes it was difficult to tell them apart. North Ireland turned to England who sat next to him and gave him a large boyish grin.
"How are ye brother?" North Ireland asked, the grin still taking up most of his face. England raised a bushy eyebrow and shrugged. Even though the twins looked similar they had very different personalities. Ireland was more serious with a short temper which almost always got him into trouble, ranging from public disturbances to bar fights. Whereas North Ireland was more like a teenager with his childish grins and playful nature. Though he did have an equally short temper as his twin, North Ireland ended up more upset than angry.
"Get ye arses up and let go." Scotland piped up stuffing his phone in his pocket, he had just checked it after it had buzzed.
"Wales isn't here yet." England retorted frowning slightly.
"I ken that ye bampot! I'm nae blind; he's meeting us at the camp sight." Scotland retorted going over to England and flicking him in the forehead. England recoiled slightly but got up anyway to follow his brothers out of his cosy home. He stepped out into the chilly morning air. England locked the door and got into his car. He said farewell to his home and started the engine.