Authors note: Hey, I thought that since last weeks chapter was late and very short ( sorry about that ) I would update early this week and try to make it a bit longer. :) . I would also just like to thank all the people who are following this story, I can't believe so many people like this story, you are all so much help for when I am writing :) thank you all 3

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters in it.

"Hey guys! I just got a text from Matthew!" announced Cymru as he finished cooking his brother's breakfast and began dishing it all up ready to be served, out of all the Kirkland's Cymru was the only one capable to cook something which was edible, must of been a coincidence. Once all the plates were on the table, Cymru pulled his phone out off his jeans' pocket to check what the message said

Hey uncle Wales! I just thought I should warn you that Alfred (America) has been acting weirder than usual. I think he is planning something against you, uncle scot and uncle Ireland... Anyway this is just a pre-warning just incase I can't stop him. Oh and don't tell dad he might freak out :p

= Canada (Mattie)

A small scowl decorated the Welshman's' face as he read the message 'what does he mean planning something?' he thought as his two elder brothers, Ireland and Scotland, entered the room wondering what Matthew had sent and why they hadn't eaten yet.

"Apparently that American idiot is planning something against us lads, according to Mattie anyway" Wales announced as his brothers faces transformed from their usual casual, happy expressions, to the faces of demons preparing for battle, only what had to be expected from the two red heads. Alba let out a loud hearty laugh, his big hands slamming onto his stomach as he bellowed out his humour, his Irish brother giggling in a childish way.

"If it's a 'war' the lad wants that's what he will bloody get!" his brothers nodding in agreement at the statement as they sat down, waiting for their youngest to arrive at the breakfast table, a silent discussion between the eldest brothers occurred in this time as Wales just sat staring intently at the carvings on the table, small curls and swirls decorated the tables edges creating what looked like the waves in the sea, a fitting pattern for his younger twin, considering his past. The thought became fleeting as Arthur strode into the room, his attire different from the usual outfit he wore; his tie and white long-sleeved top had been swapped for a short-sleeved black t-shirt with a faded union jack printed on the front, his dark green trousers had been replaced by dark jeans which had been shredded slightly at the knees. The usually smart brown boots had been traded for black and white checked high top pumps, which matched the bracelets that decorated both of his slender wrists, effectively hiding the silver ribbons that scar his pale skin. In short the youngest Kirkland looked like a normal teenage boy, a pleasant change for the brothers.

The three elder brothers were wearing what they usually wore on their days off; Scotland was wearing his black, short-sleeved t-shirt which had all the sibling's flags decorating it, his dark baggy jeans were being held up by a white fabric belt Wales had made him for his birthday, his large black boots were almost covered by his jeans had it not been for the fact that they forced the legs to look bulkier than what they actually were. The Irish brother was wearing a long-sleeved orange top which clung tightly to his body, displaying his muscles. He also wore bright blue jeans, which contrasted with his top and white trainers, finally Wales was wearing an outfit with an astounding familiarity to his flag, his t-shirt was divided into two colours; green from the middle downwards and white from the middle upwards he had even gone as far as to make a red dragon pendent, which seemed to have the same pattern and shape to his red dragon 'Willard', his usually loose long hair was tied back into a small pony tail at the base of his head showing the likeness his and his twins faces' really shared. Also instead of having check bracelets like Arthur, Cymru had decided to wear union jack wrist bands in their favour matching the small embroidered flag that decorated his front jean pocket.

"Wow Artie! That look really looks awesome on you!" Shawn exclaimed, jumping from his seat to tackle his younger brother, his exclamation gaining the attention of the two remaining Kirkland brothers who couldn't help but nod their approval of their youngest brothers' new attire. Arthur still slowly made his way over to the table before sitting down his Irish brother still clinging to his hip; desperately the Brit began grasping at Shawn's arms in an attempt of gaining freedom from the elder boys hold. It was only when Arthur went to sit down did the Irishman release him so he could pounce on his own plate of food, shovelling the food into his mouth at an alarming rate, like he hadn't seen food all his

Life, unfortunately this was a usual breakfast for the other three brothers; Scotland and Ireland would end up in an eating competition, much like they have now, shovelling the delicious homemade food which Wales had made them down their throats, not even tasting the food as they went. Leaving Wales to slowly eat his food, at a calm and civilized pace letting each piece explode with flavour in his mouth with each bite.

"Come on Artie" Cymru encourage Arthur when he noticed his twin hadn't even touched his food yet "I promise it won't kill you, I can cook you know plus you'll need the energy today" he continued, the joy radiating from his person and drowning his voice in excitement. England raised his eyebrow in suspicion, deciding that whatever his brothers were planning wasn't worth worrying about , he shrugged and began eating his food at the same pace his Welsh brother was, he was still a gentleman after all.

Once the family had finished their meal, Cymru and Arthur began cleaning the dishes whilst Alba and Shawn went to get everything ready for the day, making sure everything was prepared and they had enough supplies for the day before they began loading them into separate bags, one for each sibling to carry. All the while Arthur was growing more and more suspicious of his brothers, not knowing what was going to happen to him once they all left the house. Were his brothers just acting? Were they going to leave him in the middle of nowhere? What was going to happen? All of these questions rampaging through his mind as he continued to dry the plates and put them away. It wasn't long until Arthur and his twin had finished the wash and was locking up the back part of the house, making sure that their home was completely secure before leaving and joining their elder brothers outside. Turning around Arthur locked his front door as his twin went to collect their bags off Alba, who had already chosen which bag each person would carry.

"Come on boyos!" Alba cheered as his youngest brothers placed their bags on their backs "we better set off now if we want to get their early!" this cause the youngest Kirkland to raise a thick eyebrow in confusion at his brothers, who all seemed to know where they were going. The Brit didn't question his brothers though, he didn't want to cause a fuss today, it was a family day out to get used to one another's company again after their long-term separation. As the now small family began to walk, Alba in the lead followed by Shawn and finally the two blondes walking side by side at the back of the group, Cymru began to hum a small well-known tune which all of the brothers knew as one of their family songs. It was nice walking with not only loved company, but with a soft tune playing in the background, creating a harmonious song with natures own melody, unconsciously Arthur began filling the lyrics to the song within his head as they walked ' are you going to Scarborough fair~' mouthing along with the lyrics as he began to pin point his surroundings.