Fanfic - Axis Power Hetalia - From the four corners of our lands
I said I wanted to finish posting this before the weekend was over... Yeah... (16/22)
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Author’s Notes: Plot? What Plot? Iain, Aeron, Sean, Patrick and Michael belong to Jackidy who also betaed this. Thank you very much.
From the four corners of our lands
He was getting ready for a meeting when he felt a pair of arms wrapping around him and his body being pushed against another. A warm mouth breathed into his ear and teeth sank into his earlobe. Arthur whimpered his ears have always been sensitive and the other nation chuckled, pulling him deeper into his arms. “Sean! You bloody wanker! I have a meeting to go to... as do you for the matter!”
“Hum, you know you like it.” Ireland whispered in his ear, causing the English nation to shiver and blush. The red head grinned when he saw the blush, which only made the blond blush harder. “You are so cute, my dear.”
“Shu-ut up, an-nd stop call-ing me that!” The other male protested, trying and failing to pull away from the Irish man. Sean grinned mischievously, hugging the nation closer and kissing him on the check. “Sean, unhand me this instant or so help me!”
“Oi, what are you doing here?!” Iain, having heard Arthur’s screams, burst into the room, glaring darkly at his brother. Things were still a bit tense from the way Ireland had broken off the Union and Scotland preferred to keep his neighbour nation well away from their younger brother. “Hands off, you Irish bastard, how did you get inside anyway?”
“You have him for yourself all day.” Ireland whined, rubbing his check against their blushing brother’s. England wondered if it was possible for him to turn any redder. Probably, with the way Sean’s hand were moving. “Don’t hog him, you fucker.”
“He is my wife.” Scotland snapped back, the two brothers glaring at each other while the third protested loudly. Not that the red heads paid him any head. “Hands off, or I’ll cut them off.”
“I’m not you bloody proper-SEAN!” Arthur yelped as a hand squished his behind, the other holding him firmly around the waist. “What do you think you are doing?!”
“You fault for being so cute.” Sean spoke in singsong, grinning mischievously, eyes dark as he run his hands up the English’s sides. “Hum, I wonder how long it would take me to make you cry my name...”
“That’s it!” Scotland growled, grabbing England from the Irish arms roughly and pushing the English behind himself. “Get out, now.”
“Careful you idiot” The male protested, hitting the scot on the head then the Irish for good measure. “You two will stop this foolishness. Right now”
“What the fuck is going on here?” Wales, who had been cooking breakfast scowled at his older brothers, moving to fix England’s crooked tie. Aeron slapped Iain’s wandering hand away with a wooden spoon before pointing with it at Arthur’s clock. “You are going to be late if you don’t hurry up. I don’t want the yank coming to the house again.”
“They are just being their horny, perverted selves.” Aeron scowled, the twin glaring at their older brothers darkly. “I swear they are worse than France sometimes.”
“HEY!” But the twins ignored them, Arthur moving to pick his suitcase as Aeron picked up his jacket.
However, before the pair was able to complete their self given task they found themselves caught in their brothers’ arms. Scotland quickly threw Wales' spoon away before the blond could hit him again and England’s suitcase met a similar fate in Ireland’s hands. “Oi, Iain lock the door would ya?”
“Sure!” Iain shouted back, Aeron protesting hotly from his position over his shoulder. “You close the curtains then.”
“PUT ME DOWN YOU HAIRY BASTARD!”
“SEAN, I SWEAR, I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU WITH A RUSTY SPOON!”
Arthur growled as he was deposited not too gently on his bed, his twin joining him a moment later. “Really, with the way you two are behaving one would think you prefer their company to ours.” Sean drawled, trapping the English twin underneath himself. “Can’t have that now, can we Iain?”
“No we can’t Sean.” Iain agreed, both nations smirking lecherously at the protesting males. Arthur groaned, knowing quite well there was no way he was making it to the meeting now.
No way at all.
Patrick sighed as the hyperactive country behind him whined about the nation taking too long. Alfred had kidnapped him from his date with Michael when his mother failed to appear on the nations’ meeting. Normally, USA would have simply broken into the house, but England had not been happy when he knocked down his door last time…neither had Wales and Scotland for the matter.
And even if Alfred was a hero, he, was scared by England’s maniac brothers…Terrified more like it.
“I still don’t see why you can’t check on him on your own.” North Ireland protested, letting the blond enter his mother’s house. “Sides, dad came to visit this morning...” But Alfred ignored him, already searching the house’s first floor for the missing Arthur.
“Maybe he slept in again?” USA said to himself, climbing up the stairs to his mother’s room. Patrick stayed at the living room, counting silently until a scream shock the house. Alfred came running down the stairs, slamming the door behind himself. A few minutes later a scowling Iain appeared, clad in his father’s trousers and headed to the kitchen.
“Hey Paddy” Iain muttered, not really paying attention to the teen as he opened the refrigerator, extracting a tube of ice cream from it. “Your dad is up there so you better scram.”
“Will do” The black haired teen answer, pocketing his keys and grabbing an apple in his way out “Hong Kong said he would be waiting by the theatre.”
“Whatever.” Scotland answered distractedly, climbing up the stairs with a tube of ice cream under one arm, a pair of spoons and a bottle of whisky on the other. Northern Ireland decided that it would be best for him to spend the night at his own home. Maybe Michael would agree to keep him company.
It was not like his father was going to go looking for him anytime soon after all.
Author’s Notes: Alfred, you really should know by now to not enter a room full of Kirkland’s and expect to exit unscathed.