Meanwhile...
As Shawn walked away from the camp Alba couldn't help but be jealous of the Irishman, not only would he be the one to find out first about what had been happening with their precious little brother and nephew, but he was also able to escape his hyper Welsh brother and Canadian nephew. Both blondes had decided that dancing and singing around the camp were great ways to display their happiness. Sure it was rather amusing listening to Cymru sing 'it's not unusual' rather loudly whilst wiggling his hips to and fro, Matthew providing harmonies and flailing around, something his identified as dancing, but when they tried to get Alba to 'join them' like some sort of deranged zombie group, it made him wish he had been the one able to leave.
Silence filled the campsite as the song between the blondes finally finished, just as Alba was about to find the peace he had been hoping for Cymru skipped over towards him, grasping at his hand and pulling him up, towards both the fire and Matthew. He was too caught up in trying to escape his brothers grasp to hear the Canadian boy doing the starting notes to their beloved Tom Jones song, by the time he recognized the tune it was too late. Cymru began singing once again
"It's not unusual to be loved by anyone
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone~
But when I see you hanging about with anyone
It's not unusual to see me cry~
I wanna die"
All the way through singing the first verse Cymru constantly kept hold of Alba's, spinning around with the embarrassed red-head, Canada joining in on festivities by boogieing to himself shaking his hips whilst pointing his fingers, like tiny guns, to the air moving his arms up and down. Much like how the older generation would dance, it was rather comical in Alba's opinion, to watch his usually shy nephew act out with such confidence around his uncles and with music blaring out of his throat. It was time for the second verse, Cymru seemed to have swapped to supplying the background music, providing little 'bada's and 'la la la's. While Matthew, shy little Matthew, took the lead. He voice loud and strong as he carried the melody, Cymru joining in on the harmonies this time.
"It's not unusual to go out at anytime
And when I see you out and about it's such a crime~
If you should ever wanna be loved by anyone
It's not unusual it happens every day, no matter what you say
you'll find it happens all the time~
love will never do, what you want it too
Why can't this crazy love be mine~"
Cymru was surprised, if he was completely honest, he never expected Matthew to be able to hold the last note so perfectly. Then again the lad had had a good voice when he was small why shouldn't it be good now. It made him proud to think it was Arthur who discovered little Matthews' voice back then, his twin said he had a 'feeling' that Matthew held some sort of musical talent even when he himself had said the boy didn't hold enough confidence to express his so called 'talent'. How wrong he was.
Laughing slightly Cymru kept running around in circles, making sure Alba was moving with him as they both spun around, a small smile tugging at the stubborn red heads lips. unbeknownst to the musical countries Keith had just managed to scurry into the camp, watching in amusement as his brother and uncle's were having such a festive time. Grinning joyfully Keith skipped over towards his blonde brother, wrapping one arm around the mans waist, the other hand locking into Matthews' own as he began swaying enthusiastically with the man, taking over for the next chorus, his voice joyous and deep, carrying the notes beautifully as he say.
" It's not unusual to be mad at anyone
It's not unusual to be sad with anyone
But if I ever find that you've changed at anytime
It's not unusual to find that I'm in love with you"
Pausing, Keith allowed both blonde men to join in with him on the last sections, their voice blending together in a perfect harmony; Keith's voice sounding deep and spine chilling, Matthews being slightly Higher than Cymru's, who could be classed as the baritone of this three man group, as he carried the Alto's with ease. Leaving Cymru with the main melody, their voices combined was something Alba would only be able to describe as 'magical'
" Whoa oh oh oh oh oh~
Whoa whoa oh oh whoa whoa oh oh oh
Oh oh whoa whoa~"
Once the three men had blasted out the last not of the song, all seemed to freeze, out of breath and energy they fell to the ground, giggling about their little performance, leaving Alba to be the 'last man standing' so to speak. Just as alba was about to voice his opinion on the little 'act' he was forced to join, the sound of clapping came from behind him, spinning around to the source of the noise the scot couldn't help but smile broadly.
In front of him stood an overjoyed blonde Brit, his thin hands clapping away furiously as his eyes sparkled with a childlike joy he had not felt in a long time. A giant smile plastered on his face clearly displaying his pearly whites, he looked just as he had when he was a small child; full of wonder.
"that was wonderful, absolutely brilliant, Spectacular even! ha~" Arthur's voice held the pride which only a father could feel, watching both of his son's sing and dance with such talent and confidence brought a small flash of hope back into his broken heart, pulling it together slightly in its warm tug. Running over towards his son's and twin, Arthur couldn't help but pull the three into a loving hug, laughing slightly as they all hugged him back.
Inching backwards, away from the love high group, Alba watched as Cymru and Arthur teamed up against both of his nephews, chasing them around the camp, threatening to tickle them if they were caught. He continued watching this little war for a few minutes before he felt a slender hand rest itself on his large shoulder, tensing slightly he flicked his eyes towards the side, where he felt the hand touch him, relaxing slightly when he recognized the perpetrator as his Irish brother, Shawn.
"'sup leprechaun?" The Scot's man asked, his voice sounding rather relaxed, contrary to what his dark green eyes clearly displayed; a mixture between his pent up anger and worry for all of his brothers. who could blame him? ever since flying mint bunny had come to him, Shawn and Cymru a few days ago he had been finding out all these terrible things about his youngest brother, things he should have noticed, things he should have taken care of all thoughs years ago.
"I have had enough, We need to pay him a little visit Brother….." Shawn's voice was filled with venom as he spoke in a childish voice, smiling cutely so that neither Arthur or Cymru could guess what he had said. Surprising what a simple smile could hide. Smirking slightly Alba gave a small nod of his head, fully agreeing with his younger brother, but there was one problem. How would they get out without Arthur getting mad at them both?
"How are we gonna get out without Arthur knowing though?" The elder red-head asked, tilting his head slightly when the younger man chuckled, patting his elder brothers head before saying a very confusing sentence, well confusing to Alba.
"we tell him… Just watch me brother" Shawn announced before walking over to Arthur and dragging the blonde man over towards where he and Alba were stood. Arthur's face displayed that of utter confusion, a mirror of Alba's own. What was Shawn planning?
" look dearthair, Alba and I need to go have a talk with someone, do you mind if we head off now?" the question sounded more like an announcement to Arthur as he let his eyes dart between his two eldest brothers. 'I really don't have a choice in this do I' the blonde man thought to himself, holding his worry back as he let out a small sigh, his eyes hardening on Shawn's own, matching his own cold glare with another, both of their faces displaying emotions which contrasted their real ones.
Sighing once again, Arthur finally nodded his head before asking his question, letting his older brothers know he allowed their little 'adventure' to begin.
"how long will you both be gone?" The blondes voice had a ring of anger dancing around the words, neither of the red-heads could determine the start of the anger though. Was it from them wanting to leave? was it because the next meeting was coming up soon? or was it simply because they had dragged the happy blonde away from his fun? either way they didn't want to push him to far, less he lose his temper.
It was Alba's turn to answer this time, his face serious as he answered his younger brother, like a child would a teacher, sure Alba was the oldest, but damn it Arthur could be terrifying when he was pissed off
" we should be gone around two days, most of the time it shall be travelling so we will more than likely stay in a hotel near our friends house for a night before coming back here"
Sighing again Arthur looked up at his two brothers, his eyes looking rather annoyed as he folded his arms across his thin chest, leaning most of his weight on one leg as he thought about his brother's answer.
"Right then, that means you should both be back just in time for the meeting, since it is almost the end of the week… Do I dare ask who this friend is?"
Both Shawn and Alba answered quickly and flatly 'no' before both leaning forward and kissing Arthur on each cheek, running over and doing the same to Cymru, Keith and Matthew. Waving as the sprinted away from the campsite, not letting Arthur's curses or Cymru's farewells slow them down as they ran. Grinning evilly Shawn let Aiden shine through slightly, letting his republic brother say one small thing to Alba as they came to a stop in front of Alba's red camaro, both looking at each other with identical smirks.
"Let's fuck him up, dear brother" Aiden's voice was deep and demonic as he smiled widely, clearly displaying his sharpened teeth. His only answer was a grunt and nod of the head from his Scottish brother as they both climbed into the car. Casting a last glance back towards the house where their family had been, Alba violently began his car's engine, reversing out with a skid of his tires, slamming his foot down on the gas the car zoomed away, leaving nothing but two tire tracks, a cloud of dust and the fading echo of their malicious laughter.