Meet The Siblings [ Hetalia ]

Papa Celt

Scotland stared at him, not believing his eyes. His father was laughing at him. "What is it my lad?" He cackled. Scotland put his hand on his fathers shoulder. He was fully standing up and noticed he was slightly taller than him now. "Eh?! You've grown laddie, good on ee" He cackled again.

Scotland wasn't replying though. He just stared at the man. He was still the way her remembered him. He may of only known him for a very short time when he was younger but he really looked up to his father. Out of all the siblings he was the most like his father, and he was proud of that fact.

Papa Celt stopped laughing and looked at Scotland. "Come on now laddie, don't you hae ony hin tae say tae yer aul papa?" Scotland tried to say something but nothing came out. "I understaun but its ony me"

"H-How av you been?" Scotland managed to say.

"I av been geed ma boy, I av been geed. Yer mither has been geed as well, och you wull already ken that won't ee" Scotland nodded and his father smiled at him. "Snap out of it you look like ee lost yer mind" He laughed again. Scotland realized he was being out of character and snapped out of it.

"Shut it you numpty" He shoved off papa Celt. they both burst out laughing again.

"Papa?" There was a voice Scotland wasn't expecting. They both turned and looked. Wales stood across the garden. He had dropped his gardening tools at his feet. What was going on? Wales shouldn't of been able to see him. Did he just never tell Scotland? If so why? Many questions ran through his mind. He looked towards papa Celt who also looked surprised. He turned back to his brother who was already running towards them.

"No, no it can't be" Wales said when he reached them.

"Oi scott, how can ee see me?" Papa Celt asked Scotland. Scotland shrugged his shoulders not knowing.

"Is-is this what you were talking about, you can see...dead people?" Asked Wales.

"Yes, but how can you see him?" Asked Scotland.

"No idea, but its nice to see you father" Wales smiled at him.

Papa Celt wasn't quite sure. He remembered Wales the way he was when he was a child growing up with Scotland.

Flash back

Papa Celt was sitting on his chair in the front room in the family house (England's house now). It was obviously a very old place and he wasn't sitting on much of a chair. The three kids were outside running about, well apart from Grainne, she was only a toddler. She could barely walk. Mother Britannia was also outside watching over them. Papa Celt was enjoying the day. It was peaceful and he was half pissed. A great day. He knew very well that soon enough he would end up disappearing, as did Britannia. They never said anything about it though.

"Oi Alistor, Dylan come inside and bring Grainne with you!" Mother Britannia yelled at them.

"Och but maa!" Scotland complained. He looked about 7 years old and wore a baggy shirt and brown trousers.

"Come on in, and pick up your cloak I don't want it getting dirty!" She commanded him.

"Fer feck sake" He cursed.

"What was that?!" She yelled at him.

"Nothing ma" He grumpily picked it up and stomped his way towards the house. Mother Britannia looked back at Papa Celt and said "That boy is too much like you" She sighed at him. Papa Celt chuckled and Scotland proudly stated

"Well that a good thing int it" He smiled.

"Get in there" She tapped him head pushing him inside.

She looked around when she spotted Grainne and Dylan by the river side. "Bloody hell Dylan" She muttered to herself. She lifted up the bottom of her dress and went over to them. "Oi you two what did I say about being save?"

"I'm a man, I can't listen to women, telling me what to do!" Wales was about 5, he was bright but he had a mixture of both mother Britannia and papa Celts's personalities. He leaned toward papa Celt more though.

"Excuse me?" She stared at her son who began to feel small.

"Nothing, I will go tidy up!" He lifted his cloak and ran inside the house.

Mother Britannia turned to Grainne. She was only 2 or 3. "Come here darling" She lifted up the small ginger haired girl. "don't you be letting those boys talk you into anything, you're going to be just like I was when I was a girl" There was a sudden bang from inside the house. "THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THERE?!" She yelled.

"MA WALES DID IT!" Scotland ran outside covered in black soot.

"No i didn't this idiot did it!" They both growled at each other.

"I'm going to get you two" Papa Celt came outside with a broken cup where his drink would of been.

"AAH!" they both screamed running away from him and hiding behind mother Britannia. "Save us!" They both squealed.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you" She surrendered. Papa Celt chuckled out a loud fatherly laugh and shouted

"I will get ee ya tae edjits!" They chased each other around the garden the rest of the day.

Reality

"Wales, what happened to you?" He asked his son.

"What do you mean?" He asked smiling back at his father. Scotland stood between the too. when he had an idea.

"Wait a minute, if Wales can see you then that means-" He stopped and turned back to the house. "OI! GRAINNE, SEAMUS GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. Then he remembered "HERO WEE SHIT AND-" he stopped before he said his name "THE OTHER IDIOT GET YERSELS OOT HERE TAE!"