Whilst England had been making the tea, his elder brothers had decided to try and get some information about him, to try and get some sort of starter info before the questions started, using the time they had upstairs to their advantage they began snooping around. What they found had shocked them, as they had been searching Arthurs room, going through his wardrobe and through his table cupboards they had found his journal; a small brown leather covered book, worn from its usage and age, small sections had been torn from the book, half pages were missing other pages the writing was smeared in watery mix on the musky smelling paper. Deciding that it would help them to point out whether Arthur was lying to them when it came to questioning the boy, the three brothers began reading the small book, Alba holding the book whilst Shawn and Cymru stood on either side of him, reading over his shoulders. Flipping through the small book they found many passages which caused them to feel worried or angry, each word they read displayed their youngest brothers slow deterioration throughout time, ranging from Rome's invasion of their land up to the great wars, but only one passage really stood out a passage that had been written little over two months ago;

To journal,

Today, as you know, is the fourth of July. The anniversary of Alfred's independence, when he broke what was left of my corrupted heart, I doubt I even have one anymore. Today was much like the normal; I awoke from that dream again at 5am as always (I wonder when that will stop?). Made my way to the bloody meeting in America, sat in my usual seat, as I still have a reputation to uphold, took the same abuse from France (when will he get new material, this is getting old now)... put up with America shouting about the party he was holding tonight along with the forced invitations he gave to everyone, myself included, I did say I would attend the gathering but I don't really see why I should... it is the celebration of my defeat after all.

The only good thing that has occurred today is that Australia, New Zealand and Canada came to me in the meeting and began talking to me. Telling me about how they are, what they have been doing and such. It was a relief to know that they are doing well... that I didn't screw them up like I had the others; they even asked if they could come over soon as a group for a 'family' day out, I couldn't help but smile like a loony when they asked that... I do wish that Australia and New Zealand would stop calling me their mother though it is rather embarrassing.

But that pleasant mood was soon put to an end as France started on me once again...I'm beginning to think he is right, I can't even hold my head high anymore as I walk into a conference room... maybe my brothers would take over for me if I did 'leave. Why am I alive? I don't even know anymore.

Signed Arthur Kirkland

When they had completed reading the passage, each brother had a different emotion running coursing through their minds. Wales began crying due to the last sentence 'why am I alive'. Quick to blame himself for his twins' depression the welsh man dropped to the floor, angry at himself for not being there for him when he needed him most. Alba showed deep concern as he began comforting Cymru, why hadn't Arthur come to them for help? Was it because of the fights they had had whilst they were children? He had gotten over that already. But it was Irelands reaction which was the most worrying, as he stood there glaring at the book, more specific the words within the book. Anger surrounding his small frame, his whole body shaking from the over whelming emotions he was sure to be feeling, finally speaking, breaking the silence he spoke deeply his voice horse, filled with venom and malice, the word escaped his throat.

"Fucking leathcheann I'm gonna kill that bastard" clearly speaking about Francis, he had been causing Arthur to become worse over time, convincing him that he was useless when it was France himself who was the only one who was useless. Both of his brothers looked over to the northern part of Ireland in shock, worrying that their republic brother might have gotten free during north's' short moment of weakness, his defences lowering as he stood in one place silently. Wales detached himself from Alba and cautiously made his way over to the livid Irish man, reaching out and slowly stroking the back of his hair. Feeling north tense before slowly relaxing Wales smiled a bit; knowing that this tactic worked most of the time had helped the brothers throughout the years with keeping peace within the house of the United Kingdom.

"Feeling better?" Alba asked his two brothers as he watched them interact with one another, both nodding in a response he continued "we are going to confront Arthur about this passage tonight but I want to make him comfortable first, so when I nod...Cymru you will run to my room and fetch the box I brought in separately from the rest it is marked with a small spell on the top of it bring it down to me while Shawn and I will tell Arthur about what we found in here. After we have told him... Shawn I want you to run up here and fetch this book I will leave a book mark on this page so he knows which one we are talking about... am I clear?" looking each of the younger men in the eyes he could see that they agreed with the plan full heartedly, Scotland turned around and place the small brown book full of secrets on the nicely laid out bed behind him before walking toward the bedroom exit.

"Right then let's go down stairs, don't want to keep artie now waiting do we"