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Your cellphone rang beside your bed, forcing your resting (e/c) eyes to open drowsily. In the dark, you were easily able to make out the figure of your phone, shinning due to the screen.

Groggily taking it, you noticed it was from a nearby pub and groaned. Nonetheless, you hit the green 'SEND' button and answered,"Hello...?" Your voice dripped with exhaustion.

"They be at it again __________." The owner, a man who knew you so well due to this exact situation, answered.

Sighing, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and nodded to yourself in the dark. "I'm coming...I'll be over in a few minutes..."

In the background, you could hear music playing and muffled voices crying out from the four you were now forced to get. "Thank ye' lass..."

You hung up, throwing on sweatpants and an old Beetles tee before grabbing your car keys and slipping on Uggs to head out into the night. The recent cold weather was elongated over various days, making the air tempurature cooler than it should've been.

Hurrying into the car, you rushed to turn it on to let the heat blow in your face. After a moment of reheating your body, you backed out of the driveway and onto the empty streets.

The pub that called you were complaining about the four UK brothers, mainly known as the Kirkland brothers. To you, the four were known as England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales, you yourself being a small island nation nearby the four.

Around these parts, the four were known for getting into trouble while intoxicated. They usually ended up in the midst of a drinking contest when you get called in. By the time you arrive, one man (usually England) is usually out cold on the floor.

While you drove, you kept your senses up in case any other drunks in town were not going to recklessly cross the road of the near-empty town. You pulled to the side, across the street from the bar.

Cautiously, you crossed the street and entered where the four brothers lay dormant. As if it were just a normal night, England was sleeping on the table, drool trailing from his mouth which was opened in a grin. The other four continually took swings of the amber liquid in the pitchers they drank from, their faces all dusting pink.

"Alright boys, time to pack up and go home." You stated firmly. It wasn't even a question, more like a command. "So finish your drinks, get Arthur and lets go."

Ireland gave you a grin,"Cum on __________. Jist wan more roun'?" He held up his pitcher, spilling a bit on the table as he did so.

Shaking your head, you couldn't help but start feeling aggravated,"No. It's three in the morning and I wanna go back to sleep. So the three of you finish up and lets go!"

The three conscious brothers looked at each other, realizing that you meant business and shook their heads. "Damn lassie...ruining oor fin." Scotland mumbled before taking another swig. "Five mair minutes?"

"Fine! Iain, you're gunna have to carry Arthur into the car though." You knew it wasn't the smartest idea to trust him with his little brother, knowing the arguments they get into, but you had to. "Seamus-"

"Who's Seamus?" The Irishman blurted out,"Oi'm Oirlan' lass!"

You knew you need not worry about what he said when he was drunk. The people there just kind of shoved it off. "Okay then Ireland, I don't want you to make Iain drop Arthur this time...okay?"

"Aye lass..." He said before his head lay down on the table. You couldn't help but grin, his reddened hair partially covering his face, the gorgeous green eyes and the various freckles on it. "Oi'm knackered..."

"O' coorse yer." Scotland snapped into a more attentive state, bringing his arm up but a grin still on his face,"Ye drank a guid deal."

Looking at the naturally quieter brother, Wales, you sighed. "What about you Reese? How are you holding up?"

The ginger-who's hair was slightly longer on his right side-had his chin resting against the table, just watching his brothers converge back and forth. His only response to your question was,"Aye." Just the response made you believe he was rather drunk.

The brother's finished and you payed their tab for them, easily realizing that they had too much to drink and then left. Scotland carried his brother, letting him lean on his shoulder and sleep in the meanwhile whilst the other two brothers followed behind.

Luckily (for you), the ride over wasn't terribly long and you didn't have to deal with the four brothers for more than ten minutes at most. They all argued with one another, all of them acting like bratty kids. By the time you were home, you were ready to strangle them.

All of them filed out, luckily Scotland still having a strip of remembrance and carrying his brother in. You rushed them all to bed, a small struggle due to them being out of their normal mindset. England would unfortunately have to sleep on the couch, this being where Scotland laid him and you not able to carry his dead weight.

You went to bed soon after they had all settled down and you had gotten a blanket over England's body and assured the curtains were closed. Not even bothering to get out of your sweats, you threw yourself into bed and tried to embrace sleep's inviting glow.

Only moments later, someone else came in beside you with their breath smelling of beer. "Can oi stay witcha the-nite?" The voice belonged to the young Irishman.

Grumbling, you turned your body away from his,"Fine, but turn away so I don't have to smell your breath..." But rather than obeying, he wrapped his arms around you and moved the two of you closer,"Seamus Kirkland...I swear to-"

"Oi really loike yer __________..." He murmured, ignoring your complaints about his odor. "You're jist so nice ter me an' me brothers. We al' loike yer..." It came at no shock to any of the three other brothers when they found out you liked the Irishman more than they expected. Truthfully, you had always had a soft spot for him, you just never assumed that he did either.

Turning yourself around, you looked him in the eyes,"You really mean that Ireland...?"

"'Course oi mean it..." He said in a softening lilt. "Oi love yer..."

Hearing the last part, your face immediately heated up in the dark. His green eyes shut and he fell asleep with you in his arms. A small smile graced your lips for the first time tonight.

Leaning forward, you snuggled into his shirt and sighed. "I love you too...you idiot..."

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"_____________...! Kin ye come 'ere...!?" You sighed as you ran from England's side to upstairs were Scotland's room was located,"'N' keep it doon...Mah heidi hurts..."

Ever since you woke up, you've had to tend to each one of the brothers, now hungover with splitting headaches and aching bodies. You entered the Scott's room and saw him laying there with a bag of ice on his red head and a cigar with its butt end burning over an ashtray on the nightstand next to him.

For the umpteenth time today, you sighed and approached him. "First of all," You grabbed the cigar from his hand and doused its ambers in the tray,"No smoking. Second, I'll get you an aspirin. Just hang tight."

You left, going to the bathroom and grabbing the small tablets, grabbing a few extra just in case any of the others began bellyaching again. When you retuned, Scotland was laying there patiently.

Placing the tablets on the wood surface, he cringed. "Yer sae loud..."

You left him and went back down to England who was already asleep on the couch once more, his face showing peace rather than pain. 'Hopefully, he'll just sleep off this thing...' You thought hopefully.

"____________..." Sighing, you got up and traveled to Wales' room. He was buried under countless sheets and curled into a ball. "Fy mhen yn brifo..."

Taking a second to thank him for teaching you Welsh, you approached the young man, taking an aspirin and handing it to him. "Diolch yn fawr..." He gave a silent mummer before quickly ingesting it.

Sitting beside him, you stroked his hair, trying not to bring about too much pressure on his head as you tried to get him to sleep. You knew the medicine would eventually knock him and Scotland out, giving them some peace.

"Lass...wha ye go...?" You heard Ireland moan from the room adjacent. Looking at Wales, you saw his green eyes drooping with sleep taking over. You left him to rest before returning to your own room.

When you made it in, you leaned on the doorframe, looking at Ireland with a smirk,"Well good morning to you," You said in a sing sing voice, shaking your head.

"Top o' ye mornin' ter ya lass..." His hand went to his head which was probably pounding like crazy right now. "Chucker yer mind waaat 'appened last noight...?"

"Well," You said playfully, coming in and sitting beside him. You gave him the medication to take before continuing,"You and your brothers got drunk, I dragged you home and you came in last night talking about how much you loved me." His eyes held shock and disbelief. "But I guess you forgot huh?"

"Lass, oi chucker love yer..." He said silently, resting his hand atop yours and giving it a weak squeeze. "Oi wasn't lyin'...even if oi wus trollied..."

Smiling, you kissed his forehead softly,"I know you weren't...I love you too Seamus..."

"Oi love yer too __________..." He replied softly with a smile on his face.

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Your cellphone rang beside your bed, forcing your resting (e/c) eyes to open drowsily. In the dark, you were easily able to make out the figure of your phone, shinning due to the screen.

Groggily taking it, you noticed it was from a nearby pub and groaned. Nonetheless, you hit the green 'SEND' button and answered,"Hello...?" Your voice dripped with exhaustion.

"They be at it again __________." The owner, a man who knew you so well due to this exact situation, answered.

Sighing, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and nodded to yourself in the dark. "I'm coming...I'll be over in a few minutes..."

In the background, you could hear music playing and muffled voices crying out from the four you were now forced to get. "Thank ye' lass..."

You hung up, throwing on sweatpants and an old Beetles tee before grabbing your car keys and slipping on Uggs to head out into the night. The recent cold weather was elongated over various days, making the air tempurature cooler than it should've been.

Hurrying into the car, you rushed to turn it on to let the heat blow in your face. After a moment of reheating your body, you backed out of the driveway and onto the empty streets.

The pub that called you were complaining about the four UK brothers, mainly known as the Kirkland brothers. To you, the four were known as England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales, you yourself being a small island nation nearby the four.

Around these parts, the four were known for getting into trouble while intoxicated. They usually ended up in the midst of a drinking contest when you get called in. By the time you arrive, one man (usually England) is usually out cold on the floor.

While you drove, you kept your senses up in case any other drunks in town were not going to recklessly cross the road of the near-empty town. You pulled to the side, across the street from the bar.

Cautiously, you crossed the street and entered where the four brothers lay dormant. As if it were just a normal night, England was sleeping on the table, drool trailing from his mouth which was opened in a grin. The other four continually took swings of the amber liquid in the pitchers they drank from, their faces all dusting pink.

"Alright boys, time to pack up and go home." You stated firmly. It wasn't even a question, more like a command. "So finish your drinks, get Arthur and lets go."

Ireland gave you a grin,"Cum on __________. Jist wan more roun'?" He held up his pitcher, spilling a bit on the table as he did so.

Shaking your head, you couldn't help but start feeling aggravated,"No. It's three in the morning and I wanna go back to sleep. So the three of you finish up and lets go!"

The three conscious brothers looked at each other, realizing that you meant business and shook their heads. "Damn lassie...ruining oor fin." Scotland mumbled before taking another swig. "Five mair minutes?"

"Fine! Iain, you're gunna have to carry Arthur into the car though." You knew it wasn't the smartest idea to trust him with his little brother, knowing the arguments they get into, but you had to. "Seamus-"

"Who's Seamus?" The Irishman blurted out,"Oi'm Oirlan' lass!"

You knew you need not worry about what he said when he was drunk. The people there just kind of shoved it off. "Okay then Ireland, I don't want you to make Iain drop Arthur this time...okay?"

"Aye lass..." He said before his head lay down on the table. You couldn't help but grin, his reddened hair partially covering his face, the gorgeous green eyes and the various freckles on it. "Oi'm knackered..."

"O' coorse yer." Scotland snapped into a more attentive state, bringing his arm up but a grin still on his face,"Ye drank a guid deal."

Looking at the naturally quieter brother, Wales, you sighed. "What about you Reese? How are you holding up?"

The ginger-who's hair was slightly longer on his right side-had his chin resting against the table, just watching his brothers converge back and forth. His only response to your question was,"Aye." Just the response made you believe he was rather drunk.

The brother's finished and you payed their tab for them, easily realizing that they had too much to drink and then left. Scotland carried his brother, letting him lean on his shoulder and sleep in the meanwhile whilst the other two brothers followed behind.

Luckily (for you), the ride over wasn't terribly long and you didn't have to deal with the four brothers for more than ten minutes at most. They all argued with one another, all of them acting like bratty kids. By the time you were home, you were ready to strangle them.

All of them filed out, luckily Scotland still having a strip of remembrance and carrying his brother in. You rushed them all to bed, a small struggle due to them being out of their normal mindset. England would unfortunately have to sleep on the couch, this being where Scotland laid him and you not able to carry his dead weight.

You went to bed soon after they had all settled down and you had gotten a blanket over England's body and assured the curtains were closed. Not even bothering to get out of your sweats, you threw yourself into bed and tried to embrace sleep's inviting glow.

Only moments later, someone else came in beside you with their breath smelling of beer. "Can oi stay witcha the-nite?" The voice belonged to the young Irishman.

Grumbling, you turned your body away from his,"Fine, but turn away so I don't have to smell your breath..." But rather than obeying, he wrapped his arms around you and moved the two of you closer,"Seamus Kirkland...I swear to-"

"Oi really loike yer __________..." He murmured, ignoring your complaints about his odor. "You're jist so nice ter me an' me brothers. We al' loike yer..." It came at no shock to any of the three other brothers when they found out you liked the Irishman more than they expected. Truthfully, you had always had a soft spot for him, you just never assumed that he did either.

Turning yourself around, you looked him in the eyes,"You really mean that Ireland...?"

"'Course oi mean it..." He said in a softening lilt. "Oi love yer..."

Hearing the last part, your face immediately heated up in the dark. His green eyes shut and he fell asleep with you in his arms. A small smile graced your lips for the first time tonight.

Leaning forward, you snuggled into his shirt and sighed. "I love you too...you idiot..."

_________________

"_____________...! Kin ye come 'ere...!?" You sighed as you ran from England's side to upstairs were Scotland's room was located,"'N' keep it doon...Mah heidi hurts..."

Ever since you woke up, you've had to tend to each one of the brothers, now hungover with splitting headaches and aching bodies. You entered the Scott's room and saw him laying there with a bag of ice on his red head and a cigar with its butt end burning over an ashtray on the nightstand next to him.

For the umpteenth time today, you sighed and approached him. "First of all," You grabbed the cigar from his hand and doused its ambers in the tray,"No smoking. Second, I'll get you an aspirin. Just hang tight."

You left, going to the bathroom and grabbing the small tablets, grabbing a few extra just in case any of the others began bellyaching again. When you retuned, Scotland was laying there patiently.

Placing the tablets on the wood surface, he cringed. "Yer sae loud..."

You left him and went back down to England who was already asleep on the couch once more, his face showing peace rather than pain. 'Hopefully, he'll just sleep off this thing...' You thought hopefully.

"____________..." Sighing, you got up and traveled to Wales' room. He was buried under countless sheets and curled into a ball. "Fy mhen yn brifo..."

Taking a second to thank him for teaching you Welsh, you approached the young man, taking an aspirin and handing it to him. "Diolch yn fawr..." He gave a silent mummer before quickly ingesting it.

Sitting beside him, you stroked his hair, trying not to bring about too much pressure on his head as you tried to get him to sleep. You knew the medicine would eventually knock him and Scotland out, giving them some peace.

"Lass...wha ye go...?" You heard Ireland moan from the room adjacent. Looking at Wales, you saw his green eyes drooping with sleep taking over. You left him to rest before returning to your own room.

When you made it in, you leaned on the doorframe, looking at Ireland with a smirk,"Well good morning to you," You said in a sing sing voice, shaking your head.

"Top o' ye mornin' ter ya lass..." His hand went to his head which was probably pounding like crazy right now. "Chucker yer mind waaat 'appened last noight...?"

"Well," You said playfully, coming in and sitting beside him. You gave him the medication to take before continuing,"You and your brothers got drunk, I dragged you home and you came in last night talking about how much you loved me." His eyes held shock and disbelief. "But I guess you forgot huh?"

"Lass, oi chucker love yer..." He said silently, resting his hand atop yours and giving it a weak squeeze. "Oi wasn't lyin'...even if oi wus trollied..."

Smiling, you kissed his forehead softly,"I know you weren't...I love you too Seamus..."

"Oi love yer too __________..." He replied softly with a smile on his face.

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