A calm breeze blew through Arthur's messy blonde locks of hair, gently pushing them to one side as he strode onwards through the tunnel of trees , his feet making soft crunching noises as he stepped on the carpet of leaves before him and his brothers. The lulling scent of damp grassy and fresh air-filled his nostrils as he took calming breaths, mixed in with the gentle sounds of his twins' singing and his brothers' steps alongside his own, making him fall into a welcoming trance as they journeyed further into the woodland area. Granted Arthur had been to this area many times before, to get away from everything that worried him; America and France being the main reason but he did come here to also get away from his thoughts, to get away from his duties as a nation. This was like a sanctuary for the Brit, a place he could feel safe in, a place where no matter how bad things got within his life, he could go to and just be himself, be like how he was before all the wars and all the different responsibilities he was forced to carry with him on a day-to-day basis.

Giving a casual glance towards his eldest brother, Arthur couldn't help but wonder why his brother had actually come to help him, the way he had treated them all, with all the wars he and his brothers had, had against each other he would have thought they would have been happy with him finally suffering for his actions... maybe that is the real reason that they are here. Shaking his Arthur tried to clear his head of these doubting thought 'they said they came because they want me to get better...right?' his eyes wearily began to look towards Shawn, his elder brother didn't have to be here, not after everything that had happened between them, the potato famine came to his mind. The way his Irish brother looked during those times, the way his skin was a sickly gray colour the way his usually vibrant clover green eyes were glassy and dulled from illness, it hurt the Brit, now to think he had just ignored his older brothers cries for help, to thin that he actually was the cause of such pain his family had to go through... yes he had cause them all so much pain, yet here they were, walking along side him, comforting him, helping him when he so brutally brushed them aside in their times of need. It made him feel sick.

The harsh feeling of someone gripping onto his right shoulder brought England out of his berating musings, snapping his head to the side Arthur was met with green eyes identical to his own; the only difference was these eyes he was staring into belonged to a certain red headed Irishman, whose concern for his younger brother swam in his clover green eyes shone brightly. Arthur hadn't even noticed that he had stopped walking whilst he was thinking, or that his brothers had been calling out his name all the while. Glancing around the group he saw Scotland trying to comfort a crying Wales, who in turn had been so scared for his twin had began to cry out of fear that his younger brother was completely broken, finally his eyes landed on north Ireland, who seemed to be confused as to why the Brit had stopped.

"he he" Arthur laughed nervously as he scratched the back of his head, a small blush gracing his pale face "sorry chaps, I guess I phased out a bit th-" before the Brit could finish he found himself with an armful of a sobbing Welshmen, gently the Brit wrapped his arms around his twin apologizing for worrying him so much and reducing him to such a state, a small smile gracing his face as he whipped the remaining tears away from his elder brothers' face, his own face relaxing slightly at the feeling of being needed. Unfortunately the loving moment was ruined by another hot-blooded red-head who had, decided to let his worry show through anger, coming up behind Arthur, Alba clenched his hand into a fist and bopped his youngest brother roughly on the top of his head causing the shocked Brit to let out a short gasp of pain before releasing his twins' now laughing form, to turn around and glare mock angrily at his eldest brother before screeching loudly

"What the bloody hell was that for you big git!" his body jumped up and down as he shook his fist towards his currently stotic Scottish brother.

"You made Wales cry, Ireland panic and me worry all because YOU GOT STUCK IN LA-LA LAND" the slightly annoyed scot shouted as he took on a mocking grin and silly stance; his legs stood slightly apart as his fist matched that of his younger brother, his head was now pushing against Arthur's, who in turn was returning the shoving with the same amount of force as the two brothers carried on their half arsed quarrel. Shawn and Cymru, giggling in the background, decided it was best if they went on ahead to their destination instead of waiting for the war between the eldest and youngest Kirkland brothers to end. Knowing fully that his two younger brothers were leaving them behind, Alba continued to quarrel with Arthur, until he was convinced the other half of the UK had left, upon which he held up one hand in front of his younger brothers' face as a hint for him to stop.

Shocked by this simple action, Arthur was silenced, looking towards the red heads face he noticed the worry which it held as dark green eyes began to study his confused face a large hand reached forward and placed itself on his forehead.

"You aren't still ill from this morning are you boyo?" Scotland asked as he recalled what had happened to his youngest brother in the early hours of the morning, a small chill ran down his spin as the image of Englands' fear filled eyes flashed through his mind. Leaning forward, Arthur let his head rest on his older brothers' chest, not to comfort himself but to ease his Scottish brothers' worries, to convince the elder man that he truly was ok, that he didn't need to worry about the younger man at the moment. Gently Alba wrapped his arms around his charge, taking in everything that was happening at that moment; his baby brother was depressed, his whole family had been broken by the news, his baby brother hadn't even come to him for help! Living with this problem for 258 years! even after they re-built their bond all thoughs years ago They were going to need reinforcements if he and his brothers were going to fix their littlest.

Releasing the blonde bundle in his arms, Scotland gave his English brother a Cheshire grin his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"you know these woods don't you?" Scotland enquired waiting until Arthur nodded his head, admitting he knew this forest, although not letting any other type of information on how well he knew the area slip out as he did so. "Ok, well the boys and I have chosen an area where we can all camp out in for the week underneath a large tree about a mile from here... you know it?" alba looked towards Arthur once more this time he saw a type of determination he hadn't seen in the younger mans eyes in a long time.

"Yes I do know it... what are you getting at Scotland?" Arthur's voice, although seemingly calm, held utter excitement at what he thought his brother was about to offer to him.

"care to race me there" alba challenged his brother who seemed to cheer silently at the thought of being able to run through the forest with someone again, the last time he was able to run with someone at his side was when he was a small colonial country racing against his brothers and the fairies. All of a sudden he noticed his Scottish brother laugh as they both simultaneously set off into a full on sprint.

The wind flew past his slender face as his feet glided along the forest floor, dodging trees as his body rushed through the terrain. Laughter erupting from his throat as he continued running onwards, his elder brother just a few steps behind him laughing as loud, as they increased in speed their volume grew. Neither really noticing that they were mere seconds upon arriving at their camp destination of that Wales and Ireland were looking at their hurrying forms in amusement, small giggles escaping their forms as they watched their brother's race against one another like small children. Bursting out of the wood filled area into the clear, sun filled section of land leaves dancing as they fell to the ground behind the two 'boys'; Arthur began to skid to a sudden stop as his Scottish brother burst into the area still laughing like mad men they both fell to the ground holding their sides both breathless from their run and laughing fits.

"T-that was the: most f-fun I've had in a long time cheers" Arthur said between his gasps and giggles, looking towards his brothers, his face flushed as he attempted to get his breath back. Alba just laughed in return as he flopped onto the floor with a content sigh, his laughter dying down slightly into a small grin which all the brothers shared before the voice of reason, which held a Welsh accent, spoke up

"We need to pitch the tents and collect fire wood if we want to eat and sleep tonight" his voice was fairly quiet, yet each brother heard it crystal clear as each brother prepared to do their given jobs. Alba and Shawn went to collect fire wood and stones, Cymru stayed to pitch the tent whilst Arthur went to fill up some bottles with water from the lake, not far from where their camp was based.

Sighing in content, Arthur made his way towards the lake, knowing that this week was probably going to be extremely fun for him and his family.