Following last post, Ireland and Wales

[pledged_to_me]

Well, telling Jack and Ianto had gone well. Actually, far better than she'd expected if she was going to be perfectly honest. Once she was certain she'd finally gotten her legs back under her and that she wasn't going to be sick on the way down, she made her way to the National Assembly building

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[landofmyfathers]

Llewellyn had been spending the day in the office, looking over the future plans of the local hospitals, including Bronglais. Truth be told he had planned and wanted to make sure everything was going smoothly for the projected 38 million pounds, a price he knew somehow his people would be reeling from later. Still, with voiced concerns going all around, it was giving him a slight headache.

But when he heard the ever familiar sound of his favorite Irish girl, his eyes drew to the door, a sparkle clearly in them. He loved having visitors, especially when they had red hair and green eyes and giggled as much as she.

"Dw i heb dy weld ti ers talwn, chwaer. What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" He could easily see beyond that smile of hers- something had happened, and she needed to talk to him. But it wasn't his nature to pry upon first contact. No, not now. She'd bring it up and he'd listen then. That's how things usually were.

[pledged_to_me]

It was a pity then that there probably wouldn't be much giggling from this girl this time. Unless the nervous sort counted. Still, she widened her smile and tucked her hair back behind her ears, having forgotten her ribbon back in the Waterford house.

"Oh aye, cannae be wantin' to see me favorite older brother without some sort of ulterior motive?" she asked, coming the rest of the way into the office and shutting the door behind her. "Wanted to be seein' you, 'tis all."

And as she'd done so many times before, she grabbed one of the chairs in front of his desk and pulled it around to the other side to sit next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Miss you."

[landofmyfathers]

"Nage, that's as good a reason as any for me." Her simple leaning of the head on his shoulder drew him closer to her, and a hand rested along her shoulder as he cuddleds her slightly. "I miss the old days too."

Wales knew there was a lot going on with her. Heck, there was a lot going on for everyone right now. With crisis's popping up in the Middle East, the economy making a screeching slow grate against improving, oil and gas prices driving others mad, it was enough to make anyone lose their mind. Half the time he wondered whether it was God or David or someone else who let him keep his head on his shoulders without going bonkers.

Still, that was pushed aside as he focused on the present moment. Sometimes as a family, the simple things were the easiest to appreciate in the silence. This was no exception.

[pledged_to_me]

"Mm, aye. When Mum and Iberia were still alive and Arthur was just a wee baby, when we weren't worryin' 'bout anythin'." She sighed and wrapped her arms around him, holding him in a tight hug. "'Fore we had bosses and elections and were knowin' of anyone outside our own lands and trade routes." She tightened her hold just a little, as though assuring herself he was still there. "I'm missin' Mum, Deartháir mór."

It wasn't something she admitted to often, or even called their mother "Mum" after she passed, but it was something she always felt even if she didn't know it. To admit it though, to call her "mum," that was always a flag that something was wrong, something a little bit more than the usual aches and pains of having idiots in charge of her country, of bad lungs or invading Imperial brothers. "When you're done here today, can we be seein' the sheep?" Something is wrong, and I'm needin' me brother, talk where no one else can hear, was what she really meant, but she didn't want to come right out and say it.