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Hidden Affections (Of A Brotherly Nature)

Now that he was away from the accusing nations, Ireland started to calm down. He looked down at his phone and sighed. Who to call? I don't want to involve Aiden in this, he's too young. Ireland thought of the other two options; Wales or Scotland. He quickly discarded Scotland as he remembered how extremely moody he has been recently due to the rugby. Bryn it is then.

Ireland scrolled through his contacts until he came across the right number. He pressed the call button and held the phone to his ear, listening to the computerised ringing tone.

"Hello," It was a few rings until he first heard a voice on the other end. However, instead of the soft voice of his Welsh brother, a brash, Scottish voice was what greeted him.

It took a moment for Ireland to snap out of his confusion enough to reply. "Rory?" Ireland could hear muffled shouts and shuffling in the background. "What are you doing with Bryn's phone?"

More shuffling could be heard and a yelp reached Ireland's ears. Scotland chuckled. "That's not important, Connell. What is important is why you are calling Bryn when you should still be in that idiot fest you call a meeting,"

Ireland could feel his blood start to boil again, hearing the nonchalant tone of his younger brother. How dare he talk like that when Artur is unconscious! He took a calming breath. He doesn't know, that's why he's talking like there's nothing wrong, because to him nothing IS wrong. More sounds of wrestling came through the speakers. I guess Bhreatain Bheag isn't going to be able to come to the phone. The red-haired nation sighed and prepared to tell Scotland what happened.

"No no no, let me guess," Scotland interrupted. "You get into a fight with Russia who could drink more? Or were you squaring up to Italy and Germany scared the shit out of you?" Ireland could feel his rage building with each word the Scotsman spoke. "Oh, I know! Did little Artair got himself in trouble? I bet he got too big for his boots and picked a battle he couldn't win!" As soon as England's name watch mentioned, Ireland's rage increased tenfold. "And now he needs help and you can't be arsed with cleaning up the shit he caused, so now you're calling Bryn so he can cle-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU DICKHEAD! ARTHUR SUDDENLY COLLAPSED IN THE MEETING AND NO ONE WILL LET ME NEAR HIM! I'M FUCKING WORRIED ABOUT OUR LITTLE BROTHER AND YOU'RE THERE TALKING SHIT TO ME OVER THE PHONE WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HAS EVEN HAPPENED!"

Ireland was red faced and taking deep breaths after what he had screamed down the phone. He noticed everything had gone silent; both the meeting room and the phone. His face turned even redder at the stares he was getting, so he gave the room a glare and stepped outside the meeting room. For a second he worried about England, before he grudgingly admitted that the others would take care of him.

A couple of seconds passed on in silence as he waited for a response to his outburst. The response he got was unexpected. Weak chuckling filled his ear. "You-you're not serious, right? He's fine, you're just pulling a fucking prank, nothing's wrong with Artair…"

HE THINKS I'M JOKING? His burning rage filled his body once more. "I'm not fucking kidding!" He hissed. "Artur's unconscious-"

"YOU'RE LYING!" Ireland heard a loud thump and then a door slam. Shuffling noises could be heard until another voice spoke.

"You're not joking, are you?" Finally, the person Ireland originally intended to talk to, Wales, was able to talk to him.

"Would I joke about something like this?" Ireland paused and he could almost feel the eyebrow his brother had just raised at him. "Well, yeah, I would. But I'm not joking, I promise!"

Wales sighed. "I believe you. I'll be there in 10 minutes,"

10 minutes? How on Earth can he be that quick? "10 minutes? Where exactly ARE you, Bryn?"

He heard his brother chuckle before he heard the click of a door closing. "I'm in the hotel, I came because Arthur was going to talk about me and I wanted to be sure he got everything right, so I was briefing him before the meeting," He sighed. "I guess he didn't really chance, did he?"

Oh, that's explains a lot. But then, why was… "No, he didn't. But why is Rory with you too? Or, at least he was…"

"He came to annoy Arthur, why else?"

Ireland shook his head. I should've known. "Try to get here as fast as you can, ok? Like I told Rory, the others won't let me near him…"

He could almost feel the reassuring smile through the phone. "I'll be there before you know it, and then we can help Lloegr out together,"

Ireland smiled. "That sounds like a plan, deartháir,"

A/N: So sorry for the wait, real life took over for a while ^.^; Finally the other brothers appear~
Handy name guide:
Ireland - Connell
Wales - Bryn
Scotland - Rory
(off-screen character in this, could find a place for him! I hope that's fine with the OP) - Aiden

I have reasons for the names, if you wanna know them I can post them with the next chapter ^‿^

Also, the rugby they are refering to is the 6 Nations, Scotland lost to both England and Wales and Ireland is next scheduled to play Italy~