Because there are no official drawings/names for England's brothers I made them up by myself. Everything, from the character description to their names is made up! I couldn't log in for some reason so it's a bit late, but it seemed like a waste not to post it.

Arthur picked up his phone, recognizing the ringtone as his lover's.

"Good afternoon, Alfred. Is something wrong? You're not usually out of bed before noon during the weekend," He spoke after picking up.

"MATTHEW IS BEING A JERK!" Alfred yelled into the receiver.

"I beg your pardon?" Arthur mumbled into the phone. He knew Matthew and Alfred weren't as close as you'd expect them to be, being each others only living relatives, as well as twins, but he had never heard Alfred fall out against his brother like this.

"It's almost christmas! Mattie wants to go to Germany with Gilbert, Ludwig and Feliciano instead of celebrating here with me! He's leaving me here all alone by myself!" Alfred cried.

Arthur felt very sorry about his precious lover being left alone during the holidays. That was the one time families HAD to be together, right? Then again, Francis had told him about Matthew and Gilbert's relationship so he understood how he felt as well and he must have felt bad about leaving Alfred by himself, he loved him dearly.

If Arthur had been there he would have hugged the crying blonde and have consoled him, but there wasn't much he could do now. He didn't want Alfred to be alone for the sake of his feelings as well as his safety, but he himself was going back to Britain to be with his own family for the holidays.

He had asked Alfred if he would have liked to come along, but he declined because... Of... Matthew...

"Well if you're alone would you like to come to England with me? the offer still stands," Arthur suggested.

"Huh?... Are you serious, dude?!" Alfred asked.

"Of coarse. If you don't have to be with Matthew anymore you can come along, right?" Arthur said.

"dude, you're the most awesome boyfriend on this planet, have I ever told you that?" Alfred said.

"you could mention it more often," Arthur replied as if he wasn't blushing like a tomato at that moment.

~A week later in Britain~

Alfred walked down a street filled with large fancy homes. He glanced into the perfectly nurtured gardens and wondered just how loaded Arthur's family was.

"That's my home," Arthur sighed, pointing at a home at the end of the street.

"Wow, nice place you got here!" Alfred praised.

"Yes, it's lovely," Arthur huffed sarcastically. "also, this seems rather obvious, but knowing you I'll have to inform you before-hand. My brothers know I'm gay, but my mum doesn't so I'd appreciate it if you kept this a secret from her," Arthur said.

"dude, why would I ever want to do something to you in front of your mom? That'd just be messed up, even if it's the season for lovin'," Alfred said.

"thank you, Alfred," Arthur said.

They walked into the front yard where a tall redhead was smoking against the wall. His emerald green eyes, that were framed with Arthur's thick bushy eyebrows, lit up mischievously when he spotted the two high schoolers walk into the garden. He looked like he was in college or university and he was dressed in a dark blue dress-shirt with a white cross and some jeans. It surprised Alfred how he didn't freeze in this cold. Maybe he was frozen to the wall or something.

"Artie! Welcome back! You're early!" He cheered, grinning widely. It looked like the kind of smirk Arthur would wear when he caught someone causing trouble red-handed. It was clear they were family.

"we got an earlier flight. Alfred, this is my eldest brother, Scott. Scott, this is my boyfriend, Alfred," Arthur introduced them. Scott's eyes widened. He frowned and looked Alfred up and down suspiciously.

"aye, ah give up, wha's wrong wi'h him?" Scott asked mockingly after a moment.

"What do you mean?" Arthur asked, his annoyance clearly showing. Scott ruffled up Arthur's naturally messy hair.

"He's dating ye! The's gotta be something wrong wi'h him!" He laughed. Arthur growled and dragged Alfred into the house. Arthur shut the door behind their backs and the moment he did there were crashing sounds in the living-room.

"What was that?" Alfred asked.

"My family," Arthur sighed.

The walked into the living room where two boys, one roughly as old as Alfred, and the other looked like he was a senior in highschool, were attempting to strangle each other. They both had orange-reddish hair, lighter than scott's, and the same huge eyebrows as Arthur, but their eyes were different as well as a bunch of freckles dotted randomly across their faces. They were roughly rolling over the floor, trying to overpower the other.

Another boy, who looked like a middle schooler, was sitting cross-legged 'underneath' the dinning-table. His hair was messy like Arthur's and dark brown as well as his eyes, he had a few freckles, but not nearly as much as the other boys. He wore a green sweater and black dress pants.

"Morning, William," Arthur greeted the young man. He looked up from his drawing and smiled at them.

"Welcome home, Arthur. I assume this is Alfred?" He asked.

"Yes, he is. Alfred, this is my younger brother William, from Wales. He's pretty much the only sane family member I have," Arthur explained.

"Want to come join me?" William asked, petting a spot beside himself under the table.

"Uhm, no thanks, dude. I think I'm fine," Alfred declined, for a moment questioning the boy's intelligence.

"Suit yourself," William said, returning to his drawing.

Alfred was about to ask why he was sitting under the table to begin with, when one of the red-heads was shoved in his direction, smashing Alfred into the table.

"Hey! Watch it!" Arthur snapped.

"Oh, welcome home, Artie!" Both of them said, not even paying attention to Alfred, who was laying on top of the table with his head in the bowl of fruit that was there.

Arthur tackled both of them to the ground, while Alfred squatted down to face William.

"Is that offer still open?" He asked.

"Anytime, lad," William answered. Alfred ducked under the table with him as Arthur managed to shove one of the others onto the couch and proceeded to lash out at the other.

"Who are they?" He asked William.

"James and Thomas. James is my brother, born in Northern Ireland and Thomas is our cousin, from Ireland, but he's here for the holidays," William pointed at the boys who almost had Arthur down by now.

"Shouldn't we do something?" Alfred asked, winching when Arthur received a particularly painful looking punch and fell back on the couch. Alfred was a bit worried they's knock over the christmas tree too.

"Mum will step in in a minute now," William said. "How do you like England so far?" William asked.

"Haven't seen much, but it's pretty nice. Though it's sometimes a little weird that I'm the one with a funny accent here and not Arthur," Alfred joked.

"I see what you mean," William chuckled. "But, I have to wonder why you're here," he asked.

"I'm here because my brother went to Germany with his friends and I didn't want to be alone with christmas," Alfred said.

"Oh... But couldn't you have called a few days in advance? We could have gotten you some presents, christmas is tomorrow after all," William said.

"Uhm... We did call, dude. I was there when Arthur was on the phone," Alfred said confusedly.

"Well, I didn't quite get the message," William replied, equally confused now.

"Oi , what the bloody hell is going on here?!" a tall woman in a dark blue house-dress and an apron came storming out of the kitchen. She had the same sandy blond hair as Arthur and the same striking green eyes.

"Hi, mum," all boys except for Alfred said in unison. William came out from underneath the table and Arthur stopped trying to strangle his brother and cousin, as did they.

"oh, arthur! I'm so glad to have you back! Welcome home, love!" the woman cheered, hugging Arthur tightly. He smiled and hugged her back while Alfred came out from under the table.

"it's good to see you too, mum. I'd like to introduce you to my best friend Alfred," Arthur said, releasing his mother and gesturing at Alfred who charmingly smiled at his boyfriend's mother.

"it's a pleasure to meet you Alfred, but I didn't know Arthur was bringing any friends over," she greeted, looked at Alfred with a slightly shocked expression.

"what? James? I thought I asked you to tell mum I was bringing him over!" Arthur snapped at his brother.

"oh, right. Mum, Arthur's having his friend over for christmas this year!" James said, before racing up the stairs with Arthur hot on his heels.

"oh, when will they ever learn? Anyway, it's so nice to meet one of my dear Arthur's friends, he hardly brings any of them home. My name is Alice Kirkland. I'm Arthur's mother, but I guess you had figured that out on your own," she introduced herself, extending her hand for Alfred to shake.

"the pleasure is mine. how do you do, ma'am?" Alfred answered. Alice giggled.

'must be my accent again,' Alfred thought to himself while shaking her hand.

"I have to ask, Alfred, do your parents know where you are right now? because if their child is going abroad for christmas I figured they would at least want to contact me," she asked.

"I see why you would think that, but my parents passed away in a car-accident, so it's just my brother and me and he went to Germany with some of his friends. Arthur was nice enough to invite me over, and I thought you knew," Alfred explained.

"oh... oh my, well then of coarse you're welcome here Alfred!" Alice said, looking like she was about to cry. She hugged Alfred tightly... and then the fire-alarm went off...

"Bloody hell, now of all times?! Pardon my language dear, it seems I burned the food. If you'll excuse me," she rushed back into the kitchen. Alfred covered his ears until the alarm stopped blaring a minute later.

"geez, glad that's over," Alfred sighed, twisting his finger in his ear to get rid of the beep he was now hearing.

"mum tends to burn the food, so I'm afraid you'll have to get used to it," William informed him.

"well that sucks," Alfred complained, sitting back down under the table. "what are you drawing anyway?" he asked. He bend over the smaller boy to peak at his drawing, but William held the sketchbook pressed tightly against his chest to keep him from seeing it.

"Alfred told me he got himself a boyfriend, so I figured I'd draw you something for him to take back once the holidays were over. I'll have to hurry since you're already here," William said.

"then I definitely wanna see it!" Alfred said, trying to snatch it away.

"it's "want to" not "wanna", Alfred!" William exclaimed, fleeing his safe haven, A.K.A. the table, to escape.

"Grammar-commie!" Alfred countered, still chasing William.

"I don't even know what that means!" William yelled back, they had made it up the stairs by now.

"It means I'm american and I'll say whatever I WANNA!" Alfred answered.

Alfred nearly kissed William's bedroom door when William slammed it shut to avoid the curious american. Alfred blinked at the door that had nearly knocked his teeth out for a moment before stepping back.

"okay, I give up, what's so fascinating about that door?" Arthur asked.

"oh, what? Nothing? I was chasing William and he slammed the door shut in my face and I was like, wow, and then you came in like-... well you know," Alfred explained vaguely.

"... alright then. I was going to introduce you to my little brother Peter and after that I thought I'd show you around? You wanted to go sightseeing while you were here, correct?" Arthur asked.

"yeah, great!" Alfred exclaimed.

"already then, he's in his room, playing on his laptop, no doubt," Arthur said, escorting Alfred down the hallway. He kept walking until suddenly something hit him in the face, sticking to his forehead.

"Ha! Got you you limey bastard!" A young boy, about ten years old yelled, waving his bow in the air. He had smooth dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He mostly resembled Arthur because of his eyebrows. Scott was standing behind him, petting him proudly on the shoulder.

"PETER!?" Arthur snapped, pointing at the fake arrow at the centre of his forehead. "What is the meaning of this?!"

"we did't have time tah greet ye properly since ye came home early, so we figured we would now! It's ah christmas tradition!" Scott said. Peter nodded enthusiastically.

"Alfred, this is Peter. My youngest brother, apparently he's now officially taking pert in the tradition of shooting me with arrows the moment I get home," Arthur snapped.

"Well, look on the bright side, Artie, you just proved the existence of unicorns!" Alfred laughed, pulling the arrow off his face. Peter laughed, and now even Arthur couldn't help but crack a smile.

"but I'm surprised. Is that all you got?" Arthur challenged.

"NOPE!" William and James popped up behind them with arrows of their own, firing away.

Arthur hid behind Alfred yelling, "I GOT A SHIELD MOTHAFUKAH~ WAAAHH!"* that when they ran out of arrows and the two of them ran for it.

" "I got a shield, mothafukah," really?" Alfred asked.

"oh, shut it," Arthur replied, rushing to get his coat on to leave.

Half an hour later they had caught a cab and they were walking along the Thames towards the London eye.

"dude, I wanna go in there!" Alfred exclaimed, pointing up at the London-eye.

"believe me, you don't. The lines are always long. It's way to expensive, it's slow and you won't see anything interesting, trust me," Arthur said.

"aww~... well, if you say so," Alfred said. "then what are we going to do?" he asked. Arthur smirked and dragged Alfred along with him.

Two hours and a whole load of stupid pictures later Alfred and Arthur had been to the big-ben, buckingham palace, they had taken a walk through hyde-park, which was more fun than Alfred had expected it to be, and, after a lot of whining from Alfred, they were now taking the tube to ride the London-eye.

They purchased two tickets and got in line, which moved a lot faster that Arthur had claimed it did.

"come on, Artie, this will be fun, or are ya afraid of heights?" Alfred joked, poking the brit in his side.

"as a matter of fact I am, besides, we've seen almost all there is to be seen, you wanker," Arthur hissed while the doors shut behind them.

"oh... I'm sorry, dude. I didn't know, but don't worry, the hero is here to protect ya!" Alfred said a bit to loud, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. It did explain why Arthur had been so tense on the plane here.

Alfred took a few pictures, trying not to capture any of the asian tourists on them that they were stuffed in the cabin with, and for the rest of the ride he was just trying to calm his lover down by hugging him. They received a few odd looks, but they were on a holiday, so who cared, he'd never see these people again after this ride.

After nearly causing Arthur a heart-attack and three hours of walking around, Alfred figured they should go home. Well, there was that and the fact he was hungry, but mostly because he cared for Arthur.

They came in and hung their coats on the coathanger near the door. They were just in time, because it was starting to rain.

"dude, how does it rain over here in December?" Alfred complained, looking out the window.

"dude, it ain't cold 'nough for it ta snow," Scott said.

"see what ya did there. not cool, dude," Alfred said, crossing his arms.

William was sitting "at" the tabled this time, wrapping something in blue wrapping-paper. There were some more gifts under the tree too.

"let's not fight, it's christmas," William said, putting the gift he'd been wrapping under the tree.

"who is that one for?" Alfred asked.

"it's the one I was drawing for you, don't tell peter," William said, putting a finger to his lips. Peter must have been nine or ten, so he probably still believed in santa.

"sure thing," Alfred answered.

"also, you'll be staying in Arthur's room, since the guest-room is already occupied. You don't mind, do you?" William asked.

"not at all, dude," Alfred answered.

"I'll show you were it is then," Arthur said. Alfred followed his boyfriend upstairs and into a room which he obviously hadn't touched since he left for Hetalia academy.

There were shelves filled with the punk cds he listened to, shelves that held so many books Alfred worried they'd come down overnight, mostly Harry Potter and Sherlock Holmes, a bunch of posters and a pile of doctor who DVDs.

Alfred was just 'admiring' Arthur's room when Arthur smacked his behind.

"we're finally alone for the first time since leaving your home and you won't even kiss me?" he said, placing a hand on his chest as if he was feeling insulted.

Alfred smirked and hugged his boyfriend, connecting their lips in a sweet kiss. Alfred decided he'd get back on Arthur for spanking him so he shoved his hands into the british boy's pants and gave him a squeeze, but much to his disappointment the other just smirked, rather enjoying the attention.

They stayed like that for a while. just making out and occasionally groping each other. That was until Arthur's mom called them down for dinner. There was a feast presented for them in the dinning-room and Arthur's mother sat at the end of the table being proud.

"it looks great, mum," James complimented.

"thank you, dear,"

"who made it?" he asked, roaring in laughter along with his brothers while he mother shot him a glare.

After todays fire-alarm incident even Alfred couldn't help but laugh, but it looked really good. It may not have tasted as good as it looked, but still. Alfred and his brother probably hadn't had a real christmas dinner since their parents passed away, and he didn't realise how much he'd missed it until he could sit down with a big happy family again.

After dinner, and the entire Kirkland family wondering how Alfred could stuff away so much food and still have and appetite for desert, Arthur and Alfred went back to Arthur's room. They changed into their pyjamas and got into Arthur's bed. Arthur's brothers had put up an inflatable mattress while they were out, but even they knew it was a waist of time and and effort.

"hey, Arthur, I just want you to know that I'm really grateful that you took me with you. I wouldn't know what I would have done without you," Alfred said.

"I'm glad you came along. Right now you're the only thing making this visit bearable," Arthur said.

"they're not that bad," Alfred argued.

"not with christmas when there's guests," Arthur retorted.

"okay, maybe you're right. I dunno," Alfred said, cuddling closer to his lover, planting a kiss on his lips.

"hmm~ Alfred, when was our last time?" Arthur asked suddenly.

"what do you mean, dude?" Alfred asked, hoping he didn't mean what he thought he meant.

"we haven't had sex in more than a week, Alfred," Arthur whined, climbing on top of him.

"d-dude, we can't! Not here, not now!" Alfred hissed, hoping Arthur's family wouldn't hear.

Arthur smiled and ground them together a little. Alfred groaned and felt his blood rush south.

"just hands... okay?" Arthur said. Alfred nodded and bucked up to meet with Arthur's hips. Let his hands slide down from the punk's waist to cup his ass.

Their mouths met in another sloppy kiss which involved more tongue and teeth than lips this time and it was the best kiss either of them had ever had!

Arthur's hands wandered down again to undo Alfred's belt and pull out his fully hardened length.

"mnn~ you really are eager aren't you?" he mused seductively.

"s-shut up," Alfred huffed, focussing on the hand that was now stroking him.

"t-touch me too... please~" Arthur pleaded. Alfred moved his hands to grand his request and let his hand slip into the smaller boy's boxers. Arthur bucked up into the contact. He was hard, hot, and very horny.

Alfred pumped the english boy as fast as he could, every sound out in the hallway sending him into a frenzy.

"someone's gonna come," Alfred hissed.

"No, they won't!" Arthur whispered back, grinding his own erection against Alfred's. The american groaned in approval. "You worry too much just lay back and enjoy," Arthur said, moving the hand on his manhood to his hip and taking a hold of both of their hard-ons.

He stroked them together furiously, only seeking release for both of them. The friction from Arthur's rapidly moving hands and the delicious heat of their cocks sliding together soon send them both over the edge, biting their lips to hold back their cries of ecstasy.

Arthur slumped backwards and nearly bumped his head on the foot-board at the end of the bed.

Eventually he got back up and he and Alfred cleaned up they mess they had left behind.

"hey, Artie?" Alfred said,

"what is it, love?" Arthur asked.

"merry christmas," he said, throwing the dirty tissues they had used to clean up in the thrash.

"yes, merry christmas, bloody git," Arthur sighed with a smile.

"dude, what's with the mood-swings? Did I get you pregnant?" Alfred joked, receiving a punch in the shoulder.

"haha, sorry, dude," Alfred laughed before the cuddled close under the sheets together and fell asleep.

~meanwhile~

"ah told ye t'ey'd be doin' it!" Scott whispered triumphantly at his brothers and his cousin.

The three of them had been glued to the bedroom door, listening to every strained noise that went on in there. This holiday was going to be fun. William was bright red by now, James looked like he was about to throw up from hearing his brother do some other guy, and Thomas just frowned, seeing as he just lost his bet against Scott. at least they'd have something against Artie tomorrow.

*that's from the hetalia bloopers. originally Lithuania said it, but it seemed fitting... and ti was hilarious.

I'm still open for suggestions if you have an idea.

Their vacation isn't over yet, so I will post more about Alfred and Arthur in England, just not on christmas. It's late, but I lost like half the chapter because my laptop ran out of juice halfway through, and there was the fact that I couldn't log in. There is more coming! That much I can promise!

Scott's accent is hard~

Merry late christmas~!