Hey guys! This is a fic I decided to try. Tell me what you think. I would prefer reviews and no flames. Constructive criticism, however, is welcomed.

Arthur = England

Allistor = Scotland,

Faolan =N. Ireland

Gavyn = Wales

Fianna = S. Ireland (she's only mentioned)

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It was a normal, noisy, headache inducing day in the Kirkland household. England was his usual grumpy self at the fact that his brothers were here again. You see, England and the others had agreed to staying with each other for a week every year to spend time together. And to try bonding, but that was a whole other thing.

The day had been going badly so far, and it was only eight in the morning! Arthur had woken up to hear different accents floating up from his kitchen, and had immediately tried to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, sleep evaded him and he was forced to go downstairs to greet his brothers. They acknowledged him heartily, all of them seated around the kitchen with weary looks on their faces. The Englishman felt a bit sorry for them having to come to his house at this time in the morning, but was secretly glad it wasn't at Faolan's house. That had been a horror. Anyways, returning to the situation at hand, Arthur gave his brothers a once over, snorting and moving to the stove.

"Tea?" he asked.

"Aye."

"Oes."

"Sēa."

The youngest brother sighed, a small smile twitching his lips as he put the tea on, glancing at his unusually quiet older brothers.

"Why are you all so quiet?" he finally asked, seating himself on the counter. Yes, on the counter. While Arthur was a gentleman in front of other nations, he knew that in front of his brothers, he was still considered a child. So he could act that way too. They wouldn't blink an eyelid if he started wearing his punk clothes either. They were just so….used to his other side. Alfred would probably burst an artery if he saw me in my punk clothes and with all the piercings, thought England dryly, watching his brother as he swung his legs. Scotland yawned, messing up his hair. Arthur took the time to study each one of his brothers. They looked the same as always.

Allistor Kirkland, otherwise known as Scotland, was an imposing red head. He had a bit more mass than Arthur and was a bit taller than him too. But even with that 'mass' he was still rather toned. His eyes were a darkish green, like the depths of a murky lake or something similar to that. His red hair was a constant mess and almost like the Englishman's own hair. He was also England's oldest brother.

Next came North Ireland, or Faolan Kirkland. He was a bit shorter than Scotland and younger too. But still older than the Englishman. His hair was a lighter shade of red and his eyes were a bright…clover green. His hair was rather straight and almost covered his ears, with the longest hitting the nape of his neck. The red hair also fell into his eyes a lot which usually meant he kept blowing it out of his face or just running a hand through it in an attempt to keep it back. His right ear had a piercing on the ridge and was usually decorated with a small silver hoop. Today was the same. For some reason, his twin sister, South Ireland also known as Fianna, rarely came to Arthur's house. He assumed it was because of the fact that they didn't get along well. But really, who could tell what was going on in a woman's mind?

And lastly, Wales or Gavyn Kirkland. He was the second youngest and resembled Arthur the most. He had a darker shade of blond hair and his eyes were a hazel green. He was short, as short as England, and pretty skinny too. England thought he had lost some weight. His blond hair was short and scruffy, rather like England's and was a constant mess from having a hand run through it so many times. The Brit noted that the one family resemblance they all had in common was the trademark eyebrows.

Allistor yawned again before replying.

"Joost a bi' tired. Didnae think ye o' all people widwantae know wha' 'appened."

England felt his grin return at that accent. He didn't hide the grin, turning around as the kettle whistled to pour tea for everyone.

"Ah, I rather missed that horrendous accent of yours," he commented lightly, bringing the cups and saucers to the table and setting one down in front of each of his siblings. Ireland chuckled, taking a sip of his tea and humming as he leaned back.

"Thank ya. I'm bajanxed," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. Arthur seated himself at the kitchen table, humming as he eyed his brothers and nodding at Faolan. There was a peaceful (surprisingly) silence during which they all quietly drank their tea. Then there was a loud grumble from someone's stomach. Three pairs of eyebrows raised and one particular dark haired blond winced, sighing.

"I'm hungry." England snorted.

"Thank you for stating the obvious," he said, rolling his eyes as he stood up to make something to eat. Faolan chuckled and mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like 'someone's narky'. Wales rolled his eyes too, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his hair.

"It was my pleasure."

If there was one thing Arthur hated about Gavyn, then it was that they both were too alike. And they both were usually rather sarcastic. But he would be joking if he didn't say he rather enjoyed it at times. He threw a smirk at the other blond and focused on the two red heads.

"You know your rooms. Don't mess them up," he said, walking outside.

About an hour later, there were the sounds of multiple showers and curses floating through the house. England sighed at the assorted curses, all in different accents and sometimes languages.

"Oi! Gavyn! I know ya took mah razor!" snapped a heavily accented Scottish voice. There was a laugh from another bathroom.

"No I didn't! Honestly, I don't even need yer razor! I've got my own!" came the welsh reply.

"Can't both you poofs shut up and let me pull me wire?" called Faolan. There was a short silence in which Arthur choked furiously and flushed.

"Don't shout those kinds of things out like that!" he called out just as his other trwo brother replied too.

"An' 'e calls me a wanker!"

"Shut up brodyr!" came another shout. England sighed and groaned, leaning his head back.

What had he gotten himself into?

Poofs- Gays

Pull me wire - wanking

Brodyr - brothers

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