White and Red

Chapter 2, Loch Ness

"I beg your pardon? What on earth are you talking about Bunny? I don't have a dragon." Arthur frowned as he pulled his pyjama shirt over his head.

"Oh but you do Britain, and he wants to come home! B-But...um...I can't say, you need to talk to Nessie about it. She knows more than I do about it. But I'm sure she's sleeping right now, so you can talk to Alastor about chatting with her tomorrow." The winged bunny smiled warmly as Arthur took a seat on his bed, allowing the bunny to cuddle up in his lap.

"I suppose I'll have to. But for right now we need some sleep, right? Night mate, see you in the morning." the Englishman yawned as he settled down to sleep with his bunny friend.

About 8 hours went by before Arthur woke up from his sleep, his friend in his arms, his blanket keeping him all warm and cozy, and what felt like another person spooning him, which instantly woke Arthur up from his sleepy bliss.

"Bloody hell Frog, I'm not in the mood to deal wi-"

"Byddwch yn dawel. Byddwch chi'n deffro'r defaid." A certain voice hissed at Arthur, causing him to properly turn around and look over to see who on earth was sharing a bed with him.

"Dyl...? Is that you? What the bloody hell are you doing in my bed, you twit?! Get off of me before I sock you!" the Englishman grumbled, shoving his brother away and getting up out of his bed.

"What part of byddwch yn dawel do you not get? The being quiet bit?? Wooly is sleeping, and he's had a long night so I don't want you to wake him up with your sass." Dylan scolded, revealing a full grown sheep that he had been cuddling under Arthur's blanket.

"I...you didn't...you know....with Wooly on MY bed while I was ON IT did you...?" Arthur asked, only to get a shrug in response. "You sick little fuck."

"Well, I'm not the one who let France cuddle up to him. But, I don't judge." Dylan smirked, head motioning to the other side of the bed, where France was happily asleep with the Mint Bunny, whom of which was nibbling on the Frenchman's hair.

"WHEN DID HE GET INTO MY BED??? You know what? Bugger off, the lot of you. Just- Do one or something, where's Alastor?" Arthur sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I don't know. But since you're awake, do you mind helping me put this little guy in the field so he can go eat? I think Wooly is going to need a minute or two." Dylan smiled sweetly, only to get flipped the bird by England before Arthur stormed out to find a certain Scot.

As Arthur made his way up to the attic where Alastor usually slept, he couldn't help but wonder what Nessie would tell him later, and why it concerned his dragon. Once he made it up to the attic, he pushed the door open and sweet Elizabeth the 2nd, he regretted his choices.

"Oh. Mornin' ya wee scamp. Here tae watch football or sumthn?" Alastor chuckled from his bed, seemingly unaware that his kilt was flipped up in the back, and his arse was on show for his poor brother to see.

"Um. No. Actually, I came to talk to you, but if you're busy, I'll be going now." Arthur frowned, his face turning red from embarrassment.

"Awe, come on Artie. 'Ere. Come sit by me an' Sean." Alastor grinned as he sat up, revealing that he and Northern Ireland were both chilling in the attic the whole time.

"Ah- fine." Arthur groaned as he took a seat next to Alastor on the edge of the bed. "Look, it's a little important Al, so I need you to be serious with me, okay? See, my Minty bunny has told me something about my dragon 'wanting to come home' or something of the sorts, and apparently YOUR Nessie has information on it that I'd like to know, but you and I know that I can't understand a single Scottish word she says, so I need your help."