Hello, I am back! First of all I am sorry for leaving it so long before I updated again, it is taking a while to get things sorted. However I did miss writing this story for all you wonderful people! Also I would just like to thank you all for being so patient with me and for all of the support which I have received from many of you. Please enjoy this chapter - Tigora736
England sighed, for the fifth time that morning. Ever since he and Cymru had woken his sons up, gathering all of the camping things to carry them all back to the house since there was no point in staying there all alone for a day it would just be tiring to carry everything back alone, Arthur had been suffering from the none stop questioning his kin had been giving him.
'Are you sure you don't want to come dad?' Matthew would constantly ask him, grasping at Arthur's hands and looking guilty for keeping America's love obsession in his father a secret from the man. England couldn't blame his son for keeping this from him, the boy had always been protective of his older brother, much like Arthur himself, so he could understand his child's actions.
'do you want me to stay mummy' Keith would whisper to him, his eyes locking onto Arthur's arm before flicking up to meet his eyes. He knew the boy meant well but he didn't need his child mothering him about his problems, it just didn't feel right to him.
And then there was Cymru… The Welshman had been none stop questioning him about everything, only leaving brief gaps in between questions so that he could breathe. It mainly revolved around them keeping in touch with one another for the day which they would be separated. He understood his siblings worry, having dealt with friends with depression before and how much worry comes with that knowledge, but seriously? Arthur couldn't help but feel suffocated at the moment. It was just over 24 hours until the world meeting, he could handle himself for that long at least. He had been managing just fine- okay that's a lie. But they really needed to trust him more.
" Guys! for the last time. No I don't want to come to the hotel yet, No I don't need you to stay with me I don't want your brother to be alone, And for god's sake Brawd, I know you are worried about me but I promised you all yesterday I would be in touch with you and that I could handle myself for the 24 hours in which I will be alone!" Arthur finally bellowed out, the stress from the morning finally getting to him. Looking around him he noted how both Matthew and Keith hung their heads down, avoiding his gaze while Cymru just smirked at his twin. Arthur's eye twitched slightly, the rush from his mini rant still charging through his system
"Okay Brawd, what is so funny?" England growled out playfully, not really wanting to have an argument this morning.
"Nothing Albion, nothing at all~" Wales sang out, looking past his brother, his eyes sparkling mischievously "oh would you look at that, we are at the house! come on lets drop this stuff off and have a cup of tea" Cymru quickly cut off any answer his brother could come out with by running off towards the house, his nephews running after him both noticing the evil laugh which was emitting from their father/mother.
'A cup of tea sounds nice actually' Arthur thought, chuckling lightly at how fast his family ran ahead of him, slowly walking after the group of 'scared' men.
Upon entering his home, Arthur was greeted with Keith and Matthew rushing up the stairs to pack and Cymru putting the camping things away. A small tug pulled at his lips as he watched his brother wave his hand in disregard for his presence, a clear sign that he just wanted the tea to be made by the time he was finished packing everything away.
"I am going to guess that you want Early grey Cymru, Matthew might want the new peppermint tea that I recently got and Keith will probably just stick with his usual Red bush" Arthur mumbled as he made a B-line towards his 'tea-cupboard', setting his kettle to boil as he passed it. Kneeling down the blonde haired man picked out the teas he needed, picking his new box of earl grey with a hint of lavender, he had yet to try it and had decided now would be a good time to do so.
striding over towards the kettle, grabbing four mugs at the same time Arthur placed in the extra substances such as sugar or honey in certain drinks. Placing three rather large spoons full of sugar into the cup which would be holding Matthew's peppermint tea, his face paling slightly at the thought of how sweet the drink would end up being.
'Matthew has such a sweet tooth.. no idea where he got it from' the Briton pondered as he poured the hot water into each cup, then adding the separate tea bags. Arthur loved watching the tea bags as they infused with the warm liquid, dying the clear substance a different colour; green, black, red, yellow and so much more, then there were the different shades with the teas strength. He had seen many pictures on the internet of what happens when you look at a large group of different teas, that is what he called art.
"Mum! can you please bring the tea in? Uncle Wales is getting impatient" Keith screeched from the living room. Arthur sighed slightly, placing the cups onto a tray behind him before carrying it through into the living room and towards the thirsty group of countries.
"here you go my dears~" Arthur sang out, passing each cup to the correct person. Cymru looked towards his brother, nodding his head in thanks before his eyes dropped to Arthur's own cup, the silent question of 'what-did-you-get?'. It was a common conversation to be held between the blonde twins, seeing as they both loved tea to a point that most countries had asked them to go and talk to a therapist about it.
"I got a new order of tea in a few weeks ago, Earl Grey with a hint of lavender.. I felt like finally trying it, would you like to have a sip?" Arthur enquired, holding his cup out for Cymru to take a sip if he wanted to. A small 'yes' was muttered from the long haired blonde man before he place his hand over Arthur's to tilt the cup slightly, letting himself try the tea.
"I like it! It's not as strong as I thought I would have been, which is good. Since I don't usually proffer the floral teas" Cymru announced, leaning back on his seat as Arthur brought the tea back towards his own chest. Relaxing was a rare heaven which Arthur didn't get to visit often, let alone with tea and family involved.
Keith coughed slightly over in the corner, making the three blondes in the room all whip their heads to look at him. The Australian looked like a mixture of worry and calm as he nursed his tea in his hands.
"I'm sorry but I need to ask this now before we all leave again….. what are you going to do about Alfie mum? I mean his feelings towards you, since you don't feel the same way for him, how are you going to handle this?" His voice sounded possessive as he thought of the stress that Alfred was once again putting on his family, on his mother. It was all good for Alfred, all he had to do was come back for a few hours to collect his things and then he was done with the British man, but it was Keith and Matthew who had to pick up the pieces of their broken carer; hug him whenever he had tears in his eyes, constantly make noise so he wasn't left in silence heck they even asked for more days out so that he wouldn't lock himself away from the world. And the American boy expects to have a relationship with the man he broke, over Keith's dead body!
Sighing Arthur thought about what to say before calmly announcing his plan.
"I am honestly hoping that the topic doesn't come up, I mean it hasn't so far so I have no idea what could trigger it now. However, should your brother voice his… Feelings towards me, I shall have to calmly refuse his offer and any attempts of courting which he might attempt… Also hope that Alba doesn't see or hear him…" on that last note both UK twins flinched, still remembering the announcement their eldest brother had made at their very first meeting…..
"LISTEN UP YOU IDJETS! IF I EVER SEE, HEAR OR GET TOLD THAT ANY OF YOU HAVE TRIED SOMETHING ON MY BABY BROTHERS I WILL PERSONALLY RIP YOUR HANDS OFF, CHOP YOUR BALLS OFF AND THROW YOU OFF OF THE ROOF OF ANY BUILDING… and it will look like an accident"
needless to say, most countries avoided flirting with the blondes, most meaning that the bad friends trio had still tried to 'put their moves' onto the twins. You can still see the three men flinch slightly whenever a red car drives past them. Shaking his head Arthur threw a quick glance towards the clock behind the coach that his sons were sat on, taking the last sip of his tea, making sure the cup was fully empty before truly reading his 24 hour clock:
13:01…shit, they were gonna be late.
"Right I think it is best that you all leave now, or you will all be late to meet Alfred" Arthur pointed out, his head flicking towards the clock so that each man could see for themselves. Smirking slightly as the boys In front of him burst to life, Arthur watched silently as both his sons launched forward, both kissing him on each cheek and hugging him before charging out of the door. Cymru however, just stood calmly in front of Arthur's chair staring at his brother, pulling out his own phone. The silent order to keep in touch with him. Chuckling slightly, England stood quickly and embraced his twin. Both blondes grasping at one another's back. Arthur because he wanted to remember this feeling for tonight, so that the thoughts wouldn't win the war. Cymru because he didn't want to leave, it meant giving Arthur's thought a chance of getting to him again.
"Don't worry" Arthur whispered to his twin, knowing exactly what he needed to say to his other half. "I will be fine, I will keep in touch with you throughout the day, I will tell you exactly what I am doing.. trust me brother" Feeling Cymru nod his head against his shoulder, England couldn't help but smile slightly. sure, he didn't want to be left alone, he had been wanting someone with him again for a long time. But he could see how his own feelings were affecting his brothers and sons. It was why he let Scotland and Northern Ireland go and see their friend, why he was letting his sons see Alfred and it was why he told Cymru to go to the hotel a day early. It was for the best, they couldn't keep staying around him for so long, it wasn't healthy for them at all.
England watched as Wales walked out of the house, down the street and around the corner, away from him. It was only when his twin was fully out of sight, did he finally let the tears fall down his face again. It had taken all of his will power to not go back on his own choice, it hadn't helped with all of the questioning and lies that he had to tell his loved ones.
' I am fine… biggest lie in the world' Arthur thought as he strode past his bedroom, past all of his brothers room's, past Alfred's old room. Sighing Arthur finally came to a stop.
In front of him stood a plain white door, standing out as it was outlined with a black frame. It's golden door knob shining brightly, still polished from his most recent cleaning spree. He hadn't entered this room in quite a while, it disturbed him to think that considering he had once thought this room to be his sanctuary. Arthur had used this room many times in his life; When he was a teenager and was confused about his life choices, when he had become a pirate and had to leave his home land for a life on the seas, when he had first become a parent and was scared he would fail his children…. when he finally failed his children and brothers. Oh yes this room was his sanctuary, this place and the woods were the only places he felt he could truly be himself anymore, without the worry of judgement.
Releasing the breath which he had been keeping locked within his chest, Arthur raised his trembling hand and gently rested it on the door knob.
'Why the hell am I so nervous.. GET IN THERE YOU GIRLY GIT' Arthur's mind bellowed, encouraging Arthur to enter the room. Slowly Arthur pressed down and tapped the door open, closing his eyes as he went, the blonde haired man entered the room, closing the door firmly behind him.
'It is time to get lost… again'