AN: I used the fan wiki for the siblings and the ages may be odd, but in some places it said Wales was the oldest in others it said it was , it made more sense to me if Wales was the oldest. Anyway this is the second follow up story, the stories where Arthur is not saved in time.

To Lose What Is Lost Chapter One:

Second Oldest

Allistor Kirkland fidgeted and fumbled with the phone in his hand. He felt the urge to check on his youngest brother Arthur Kirkland, but he would not give into that urge. After all he would not be seen to care for that pigheaded Englishman.

He dialed the number of his brothers phone. He drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair as the phone rang, he was going to ring once more if the phone was not answered and then he was going to go see the other nation in the morning. It was late and he was not going to simply trust his instincts on something like this.

When the answer machine kicked in he hung up and pressed redial. It was concerning, but he was not going to do anything about it at the moment. He had never had a good relationship with Arthur, that was not going to change now.

The answer machine once again kicked in and Allistor growled as he waited for the beep. As soon as it sounded he spoke. "Oy, Arthur, it's me Allistor. Answer ya damned phone." He was annoyed that the other was ignoring him. After hanging up he went to bed, he lay there for ages, the feeling in his stomach getting more powerful and made him feel sick.

It was three in the morning when he finally gave in to the feeling and went to check on Arthur. He arrived at five thirty. Knocking on the door he waited until it was opened by the assistant Arthur had hired. The door was opened and he looked relieved, it soon disappeared into worry.

"Master Scotland, Master England left late last night and has yet to return." He sounds dejected. Then he turned and mumbled about Arthur heading to the beach and he hoped that Arthur had not been reckless. Closing the door on the Scottish man, as he knew that the man was only going to be there to see his brother.

Allistor raised an eyebrow at the unusually rude addressal of the assistant. He then turned and headed towards the beach he had mentioned. "Odd, ya normally don' take walks. Especially at night." He raised a cigarette to his lips and lit it. Allistor took a drag and slowly exhaled the grey smoke. One perk of being forever living until their country fell meant they did not suffer from such habits as smoking.

He took his time to reach the beach. Once he did he gazed at the water, then spotted someone on the shore. Frowning he put out the cigarette and approached the figure. After he made it half way there he stopped dead in his tracks. He recognised the person, feeling horror spread through his body.

"Arthur!" Allistor yelled as he dashed towards his brother. Once he reached him he cradled the younger nation in his arms. "Ya fucking idiot! What the hell have ya done?" Allistor hurriedly looked for Arthur's pulse. Arthur was so cold, he was too cold. "Wha' did ya do?" He screams, feeling his hands shake as he finds nothing.

Allistor spotted a person passing and yelled at them. "Oy! Call an ambulance!"

He hauls the motionless body. 'Arthur, not body, Arthur wont die. Arthur can't die." Once he was nowhere near the water he laid his brother down and opens his brothers mouth to check if his airway was clear, checking once more if he was breathing, and once he comformed that he was not balled one fist in the other and rested it in the middle of Arthur's chest and started to the compressions.

"What the hell do ya think ya were doin'?" Allistor yelled at the unresponsive male and he breathed into his brothers slack lips and found himself repeating the actions, until the ambulance that the passerby had called.

Allistor was forced to part with his brother, being forced into the front of the ambulance instead of the back. He felt tears stinging at his eyes. He found himself dialing 's number in his mobile and bit his lip as he waited.

"Scottie?" Connor's voice sounded surprised and slightly happy to hear from his older brother. "Been a while, how are you?" Allistor had to clear his throat, feeling his voice getting mangled in his throat.

"Connor..." Was all that Allistor could force out, finding himself on the edge of tears, hell he had yet to tell the oldest brother yet. While Dylan Kirkland, who while not the closest to the youngest, he was protective of all his younger siblings, especially Arthur due to the fact he was the baby. It was something Dylan always tried and succeeded to hide.

"What's wrong?" Connor immediately asked and sounded oddly serious for the cheerful attitude. "What's happened?"

Allistor swallowed hard and murmured his answer. "It's Arthur." Was all he could manage. "I'll call at the hospital." He then hung up and quickly dialed Dylan's number. He drummed nervously as the ambulance neared the hospital. When the phone picked up he didn't give Dylan time to say 'hello'. "D-Dylan."

Dylan was immediately alert. "What's wrong? Who's hurt? Which country do I have to murder?" Allistor felt the tears he'd held back start to fall.

"I-it's Arthur... H-he... Shit, Dylan, our baby brother's not breathing..." Allistor sobbed. "I tried, but-" Allistor rubbed his eyes, he needed to calm down, he could not break now. "Fuck, if only I'd gone to see him when I felt uneasy."

"What hospital." It was a demand, not a question. Allistor did not dare to not answer.

"Where are you taking him? O-our older b-brother wants to know." He asks the driver. The driver tells him and he relays the information to Dylan and hangs up. Allistor was waiting in the waiting room when both Dylan and Connor turn up. Gráinne rushed in after them. Their sister was in a panic, she was out of all the siblings the closest to England and she openly showed it.

"Where's my baby brother!" She half screamed as she grabbed Allistor and shook him. "I need to see our baby brother Arthur!" Gráinne was the twin of Connor. Both looked very similar except the obvious difference. She was independent of England now, but she still had a good relation with Arthur, arguably the best of all of them.

A doctor appeared them and cleared his throat. "Are you Arthur Kirkland's relatives?" He asks and the four gather around him quickly.

"Yes." Dylan stated. "I am Dylan, this is Allistor, Conor and Gráinne Kirkland, we are Arthur's older siblings." Dylan was tense, all of the siblings were.

The doctor gave them a sympathetic look. "I'm so sorry." He spoke softly.

"No... No!" Connor shouted, he felt sick, this could not be happening.

The doctor looked at the ground and sighed. "I'm afraid that you younger brother passed away, he drowned sometime late last night. It was impossible to save him." The doctor let the siblings have their outbursts.

"No, no, no, no!" Gráinne screamed, she could not lose her baby brother, she would not lose her baby brother! Connor clasped, his legs giving out and he was having to breathe heavily to stop himself from vomiting and Allistor was too numb to do anything but stare into space. Dylan's jaw was set tight and he was clenching his fists into balls, knuckles going white.