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Fifty-five: Breakfast

Breakfast in the Kirkland household was normally a messy and informal affair so England wasn't surprised that when he woke up on a typical Friday morning, he could hear the shrieks of Mariah Carey blasting through the house, at an ear-splitting level.

So Northern Ireland was making breakfast. Figures.

He looked to his right and on noticing his boyfriend wasn't there, he quickly threw on some jeans and a union jack t-shirt and made his way downstairs.

Upon entering the kitchen, Wales, Scotland, France and America were all sitting at the table, eyes on a certain girl prancing around the kitchen, attempting to dance and cook food at the same time. Needless to say, she wasn't do a very good job of it.

"Touch my body! Throw me on the floor, wrestle me around," She turned, winked at France, and then flipped the bacon. England rolled his eyes and made his way over to her.

"Northern Ireland, turn that thing down!" He shouted but she just grinned and went over to turn the kettle on.

"I can't hear you, England." She sang along while laughing, watching England frown at her while America clapped her on. England glared at him and he marched over to the windowsill and turned the radio off. Northern Ireland turned from her position at the cooker and pouted.

"You're such a spoilsport England. I was just having a little fun!"

"I can't hear myself think with that racket." He smirked slightly as he added, "If you're going to put music on, put real music on. Not that crap." He saw out of the corner of his eye his two brothers snickering and glancing at America who just ran a hand through his hair.

"Nice try England, but I ain't falling for it. I'm in such a good mood, nothing can annoy me today!"

"Yeah, you were awfully cheery when you came bouncing down the stairs earlier. Why are you so happy? It's actually a bit annoying." Scotland remarked, stretching in his chair.

"Well for starters I had an awesome sleep but then again I always do after I have amazing sex with Eng-"

Northern Ireland and France burst out laughing as England turned crimson and Scotland put his hands over Wales's ears.

"You know what? It doesn't matter anymore. I think I get it." Scotland babbled as England stomped up to America and hit him over the head.

"Ow! What was that for?" America said, whirling around to look up at England.

"For being an arse." England snapped. Why can't I ever have a normal breakfast?

"Irlande du Nord, est le petit déjeuner presque prêt?' [Northern Ireland, is breakfast nearly ready?] France drawled out, turning his attention to the small nation, who was currently pouring tea into six cups.

"Presque, j'ai seulement besoin de mettre toute la nourriture dans les assiettes." [Nearly, I just need to put all the food onto plates.]

England narrowed his eyes on the two. He hated it when Northern Ireland spoke French. It was a clear indication she was spending too much time with France. And England did not like France.

"Voulez-vous que je vous aide?" [Do you want me to help you?] France asked, rising from his seat.

Northern Ireland placed her hands on the countertop and faced her boyfriend, giving him one of her best Kirkland glares and England smirked, feeling almost proud of her.

"Non, je ne veux pas de votre aide! Pourquoi avez-vous toujours me demander si je veux votre aide pour cuisiner? Je suis un cuisinier parfaitement bien! Je ne suis pas d'Angleterre, en France et contrairement à lui, j'ai fait peut cuisiner quelque chose sans le brûler!" [No, I don't want your help! Why do you always ask me if I want your help to cook? I am a perfectly good cook! I'm not Arthur, France and unlike him I actually can cook something without burning it!]

She turned away from him, scowling and muttering under her breath as France sat back down, growling and gritting his teeth.

"This is what I get for trying to help…typical British…"

After running around like a headless chicken and managing not to burn a single piece of food, the group of six sat down at England's table and began eating.

England smiled. Finally…

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Northern Ireland jumped up and went to get it. Everything was quiet for a moment until the five nations at the table heard Northern Ireland shrieking.

"You blackmailing, two-faced, absolute whore! I'M GOING TO WRING YOUR NECK! Hey! Don't you ignore me, when I'm talking to you! Get back here so I can kick your sorry, bankrupted ass!"

England sighed heavily as he knew who would come running into the kitchen any second now. He was starting to get used to her showing up.

Everyone else looked to the door startled, when who came bursting into the kitchen but Northern Ireland's identical sister, Eily.

England stood up slowly and raised his eyebrows at the worn-out nation standing in front of him. Northern Ireland came sprinting into the room, practically seething, before lunging at her sister only to be held back by America.

England had to admit that they both were so alike; it made America and Canada look like completely different people. The only major difference was instead of curly brown locks; Eily had flowing, flaming red hair which reached down to her elbows. He regarded her face and tried not to laugh. It looked like her was restraining herself from hitting him or something.

"Yes, Ireland? To what do I owe the pleasure?" England asked, shoving his hands in his jean pockets.

"Give her back to me. Now!"

Northern Ireland gave a howl of outrage and tried to attack Ireland again but was restrained by America.

"Well, as you can tell by Northern Ireland reaction, she doesn't want to come back to you. Why would she? You have nothing to offer her." England sighed once again and began tapping his foot impatiently, "Ireland, how many times have we been through this? You're not getting her back."

The red-haired woman gave and indignant 'hmph' and turned to her sister.

'Now that's enough Ulster. You come back to your big sister right this instance. I won't have any more of this!' Ireland said sternly and Emily went still in America's arms.

"Don't. Call. Me. ULSTER!' Northern Ireland screeched, 'I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING COUNTY ANYMORE. I AM A COUNTRY. AND ENGLAND IS MY FAMILY, NOT YOU. SO GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR HOUSE!"

Ireland looked so taken aback; she had stumbled away from her sister.

"NOW!" Northern Ireland bellowed and Ireland bolted.

America cautiously let out go Northern Ireland before she simply sat down at the table and began eating again. America and England followed the action and the rest of the breakfast was eaten in silence.

After, Scotland and Wales made their way into the living room to watch football; Northern Ireland had roughly grabbed France and muttered to him something about having angry sex because she was still so pissed off and so England and America were left to clean up.

"There's never a dull moment with your family is there?" America said grinning, pausing from putting away dishes to look to England. England shrugged.

"All the drama of having to be a Kirkland pays off sometimes. Like seeing Northern Ireland go ballistic at Ireland is hilarious. Today she was in a particularly foul mood. Usually she's nicer."

"This has happened more than once?" America gaped and England chuckled.

"That Northern Ireland/ Ireland fiasco is a weekly occurrence. I must admit that today's was one of the more exciting ones. My favourite had to be when Emily actually got a jug of water and threw it over Ireland's head and Eily went screaming from the room, sounding like some drowning cat."

America laughed and gently pulled England towards him.

"I really do love your family."

England raised his eyebrows.

"Just my family?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess France is okay too."

England stuck his tongue out at America.

"Funny."

"Did I leave someone out?"

"Indeed. He's not that special but I think he would be pretty pissed if you didn't say you love him too."

"I completely forgot! It's that dude with the massive eyebrows-"

"Shut up, will you?"

And with that, England silenced the blonde-haired American before him by quickly pulling him into a kiss.

Awwww! Always has to end so fluffily! :D :D Hope you liked! Cheers, LucyMoon1992 x