Okay so mild language, don't feel like flagging it, so sue me
Anywho this is a request so I hope you like it
_____ walked down the streets after a long day at work. She pushed her [h/c] out of her face in a frustrated manner. Her [e/c] showing it vividly as she made her way through the streets of London. Her boss sexually harassed her today, just like every other day. She sighed and walked into the local pub where she did part time work. She smiled at the owner who was bartending and cleaning mugs. “’Ello ______,” Arthur Kirkland, the owner of the pub, said the thick English accent, “How was work there love?”
“Same as usual,” she said walking into the back room hidden from her boss. She was an American business woman in England working at a big law firm for foreign affairs, “The asshole doesn’t have any clue as to what no means.”
“What a wanker,” Arthur said to himself wondering what she would do about it, “So you ready to meet my siblings?”
“What?” she said almost dropping the case of beer she was carrying out of the back room once done changing.
“Yeah,” he said putting the glasses down, “They bloody buggers want to visit me, but since I’m here…” At that point he started to trail off talking to himself.
______ couldn’t help but wonder what his brothers were like. Being the attorney for the country of England she knew about Arthur being the human personification of the UK. So she couldn’t help but wonder who his brothers were. Definitely not France, she couldn’t stand that pervert. From all she knew, there was Ireland, Australia, Scotland, Sealand, and America. She had already met Sealand and America so they wouldn’t be too much. Hopefully Ireland and Scotland were nothing like America. He got a tad bit annoying at times. Australia was a gentleman from down under. Now it was the other two she was worried to meet.
________ was too focused on her thoughts, that she didn’t hear the doors open. Next thing she knew America was yelling right in her face. “Yo _______!” he yelled with his never failing cocky smile.
“Ahhhhh!” she yelled stumbling back only to be caught by Australia, “What the hell Alfred! You scared me!”
“HAHAHAHAHA! Chill out _______-dude!” he said in his normal loud annoying and slightly irritating voice, especially after the day she had. “We’re here to parrrrrtay!!”
“America,” a thick Scottish accent said from the doorway, “That’s enough messing around with the wee lass.”
“S-sorry Scotland,” he said backing off and walking over to the bar to talk with Arthur.
_____ was mesmerized by the red head standing in the door. He was about 6 feet and had a cigarette in his mouth. He looked a little bit like Arthur but who knew that they were so different. He had the green eyes now doubt though. “What are you staring at?” he asked with a smirk on his face.
________ blushed, she hadn’t realized she was staring that much at him. “Sorry, I was just shocked at how much you and Arthur look alike,” she said causing the room to go dead silent.
All of the brothers turned to the two holding the conversation and Arthur put on a look that didn’t look too well. “I look nothing like that bloody ginger,” he said reaching around for a bottle of scotch, “Anyways, aren’t you supposed to be working _____?”
“Sorry Arthur,” she said hanging her head and making her way back behind the bar, “Didn’t know if would strike such a sour note in you guys.”
Arthur sighed as he was passing Alfred some Jack Daniels. “It’s not your fault love,” he said walking behind her and handing Scotland the scotch, “It’s not like he tries to help or anything.”
“I could say the same to you,” he said with a smirk on his face as he took a drink from his glass, “Plus the lass was giving you a compliment, saying how you looked like me.” At that he gave you a wink. It was amazing with these boys that the slightest amount of alcohol gave them this confidence now.
“HA! I highly doubt that,” Arthur said turning back to _______, “Oh how rude of me. I forgot to tell you the names of my brothers. Shamus is the oldest” At that he pointed to the scot who was chugging down the last of his scotch, “This is Tristan, he’s Ireland” at that he pulled another red head up to his side, he had freckles covering his face, thick red curls and baby blue eyes.
“Aye but don’t my appearance fool ya!” Tristan said with a chuckle and another wink at your direction, “I am quite the riot when I want to be.”
The night just kept getting more awkward from that. “This is Aiden, who you’ve met already,” at that Arthur was pointing to the dirty blond with some freckles, thick Australian accent, and dark blue eyes and an odd bandage across his nose, “You obviously know Alfred. And last but not least is Peter.”
She looked down over the bar and saw a 10 year old boy standing there. He had Arthur’s blond messy hair and sea blue eyes. To be honest he was adorable and looked just like Arthur as well. “Oh my gosh,” ________ said walking out and around to the little child, “Aren’t you just so adorable.”
“Why thank you,” he said with a thick british accent and a boy to you, “I see old bushy brows over there hasn’t really mentioned us really.”
That was it. ______ was appalled at how much they all hated the UK. “D-did Arthur do something to piss you all off?” she asked standing up and turning to look at all the other nations in the bar.
They all came to a standstill in their conversations. Arthur hung his head and left the room without another word. “It’s not that we don’t like him ________,” Alfred said being the first to break the silence while everyone else stared at their drinks, “He kind of did it to himself.”
“Well you I can understand Alfie,” she said looking to him and then to Sealand, “And you Peter. Aiden, I know you don’t hate him. And you two.” At that she turned towards the two red headed nations.
“What the hell do you two have against Arthur?” she asked crossing her arms.
“Well look at the time!” Tristan said walking over to Peter, “It’s passed your bed time, Let’s go Peter.”
“B-but I wanted to hear the story from Uncle Shamus,” he cried as the left waving, “Bye ______! I hope to see you soon.”
“You too,” she said turning her attention back to the nation snuffing out his cigarette, “Now what happened?”
“We’re going to go find Arthur,” Alfred said pulling Aiden with him and out of the bar area leaving the two alone.
“It’s a very long story,” he said turning his stool towards her, “We may need some more to drink to talk about this.”
“Fine,” she said grabbing two bottles of whiskey, “Let’s talk. I want to know everything.”
“It all started back before Arthur was even thought of as a nation,” he started, “8,500 years before his time to be exact. I was a striving nation, just starting out. It was grand. It was myself, Norway, Denmark, Sweden, and a few other nations starting out in the world. The next think I knew, my country was being invaded by the Roman Empire, who I fought off and he went and found Britain, or as you know him Arthur. So soon the small nation grew and expanded. He wanted to come and take over my country and Tristan’s. Tristan was all for joining Arthur and succeeding, me on the other hand. I wasn’t ready to become a reliant country. I fought for my independence from the year 1286 till 1306. Each time Artie’s boss kept trying to make me submit but I wouldn’t have it. I was the older nation. I took him in when he was small and frail. I helped him succeed and grow to what he is today.”
At that Shamus slammed the half empty glass on the table causing some to splash over. “That is why I can’t really stand my wee little brother trying to boss me around,” he said looking into her [e/c] and seeing the pain she felt for him, “And I kind of feel bad for him at the same time. What he and I went through so long ago, he had to go through it again with Alfred. That’s why he hates to bring it up. It brings back the feelings he has kept hidden for all these years.”
_______ could feel her heart breaking as she watched the eldest of the Kirkland brothers tell her the story of hardship and war. It tore their family apart, multiple times. Tears were threatening to spill over in her eyes. “I-I am so sorry,” she said wiping away one that managed to escape, Shamus caught the other with his rough, but gentle hands.
“It’s alright lass,” he said in a soft and caring voice, “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“It’s not your fault,” she said putting a hand on his that was on his knee, “I wish I wasn’t such a softie.”
Shamus chuckled at her words but his emerald green eyes didn’t leave her [e/c] ones. Slowly his smile faded and he moved his head closer towards hers and she did the same. For a moment there was hesitation before their lips touched. “What in the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?!” Arthur’s voice echoed through the bar as he stood there fuming with anger as Alfred and Aiden came to his side.
-----------------to be continued, maybe---------------------------------------------------
So Aiden-Australia, Peter is Sealand(duhhhh), Alfred is America, Tristan is Ireland, and Shamus is your Scotland, and obviously Arthur is England.