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Aye Birdie : Chapter 3After being rudely abandoned by a flustered Brit and being locked out of the house, Scotland had only a few options to pass his time. It was one pm, so it wasn't too early to go to a pub, but he didn't trust English people with food or alcohol.Aye Birdie : Chapter 3 by NaturalFaux
Finding a park bench nearby (but barely any park to accompany it), he decided to sit down for a while. Scotland sighed, noting how boring it was to behave in his little brothers country. He needed someone to talk to, or fight preferably, and it seemed that both wishes could be granted as he heard a loud munching sound.
"Yo dude, sup?"
He didn't bother looking towards Alfred, annoying brat he is.
"Listening to a pig slurp his soda."
"...not cool bro."
"I'm not your 'bro'."
"You're Iggy's bro, so you're my bro!"
Iain's eyebrow twitched slightly.
" You're not his brother."
The smile breifly vanished from Alfred's face.
"Uh, I totally am dude."
"No you are NOT."
Scotland was surprised at the sheer venom in his voice. He wasn't the on
AbsenceThe utter quiet of the house made Scotland shiver slightly.Absence by NaturalFaux
He was used to England being in the house quite often, reading a book, or knitting, or watching the telly, or yelling.
But with the Brit gone, the house seemed different. It felt colder, and he noticed just how old the place was.
With old places comes secrets though, so the bored Scot decided to explore the places that he would never go in while England was in the house.
He already knew the study was as boring as a rock, and his 'secret' magic room wasn't much to him either.
The attic though...
England was a shrewd and secretive man, at least as his brothers saw it, and had gotten very good at hiding his most precious belongings, mostly to protect them from his brothers' collective destruction.
Alistair pulled down the ladder to the attic. nearly choking on the cloud of dust that spewed forth from the seemingly abandoned room.
He looked up into the darkness and seriously had second thoughts about intruding, but his curiosity a
Road to HellThe road to Hell is paved with good intentions.Road to Hell by NaturalFaux
Arthur had suddenly come to loathe that word.
That word that he had supported months ago. That word that now had him in anguish over Poland as the larger country burned.
Well he had tried right?
He had tried to give Germany what it wanted in order to smother the flames of war. He had visited Poland to warn him of the possibility of the attack. They had countless meetings, countless arguments, over what to do about this new threat.
He had done everything right, so why did he feel so guilty?
Perhaps it was because it was Poland? England wasn't too close with the country, but he knew Poland. He knew Felix was always happy, always smiling and dancing around as if he didn't have a care in the world. Seeing that happiness...that peace broken, it hurt. Poland had been in wars before though, so why was this time so utterly different?
Perhaps it was his own country under fire. His own people being killed, being robbed of their homes a
DecisionsWell it was quite obvious what had to be done, correct?
He had to either tell a lie and get in trouble, or tell the truth and... more trouble.
Well, it wouldn't be a lie per se. It's just that everyone would believe it to be, and it doesn't really matter if you are innocent, only what other people believe you are. The 'truth' is just what everyone wanted to hear.
'Please, Arthur... you didn't do it... right?'
Those words hurt more than anything. Those pleading, desperate words that clawed at Arthur's heart. In all the world, only a very few were convinced of his innocence.
Alfred. That fr- .... Francis.
And, oddly enough, his brothers.
"Of course he didn't do it. Why would Arthur bomb France? It doesn't make any sense!"
"They were his bombs, from his military! How could he not have done it?"
It's quite simple really, why did none of the others realise it?
Did they have too much faith in the island country? Well, if they did then they wouldn't be accusing him in the first place.
Aye Birdie - Chapter 1Bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
Scotland hated debts.
Especially when it was a debt to his younger brother, England.
His country had been in great need and Arthur had bailed him out. Sure, now his people wouldn't starve, but now Iain had to deal with his uppity little brother strutting around like he owned the place, which NO he did not.
Arthur on the other hand thought nothing of it. Scotland's home was part of him, so to let it wither away would make no sense at all. Arthur was quite bothered by his brother's persistence on repaying the debt even though it was quite obvious he didn't want to. He didn't see it as an opportunity, but as more of an unneeded gesture.
To Iain; however, it was a matter of pride.
"What do you want?" His petite brother glared at him, annoyed.
Iain shot him back a toothy grin.
"What do ya think?"
England huffed and stomped away, hoping that the bothersome lad would just leave him be, to no avail.
"What can I do for