Mothertalia

ChildKirklandBrothers

((Y/n)'s pov.)

"Ireland put your brother down right now or else you'll be grounded for a month, do you hear me?!" I screamed at him as he dangled my newborn baby, England, out the window.

"But North Ireland is down there! And he said he'll catch him!"

"What's taking ya so long? Throw the little bugger down here already! We need to do this before the cow comes!" Ireland's cheeks turned red as his brother said that. He knows they're in trouble now.

"North Ireland! Get in this house right now!"

. . .

Everyone was in the living room as you started to chastise them.

"Scotland where were you when all of this was happening?! He's your little brother and you're supposed to look after him!"

"I was lookin after him! I was waitin for him outside of the window with Northern Ireland!" Steam came out of your ears as he said that.

"Wales! Where were you the whole time?! You're the most responsible out of all of them! I can't believe you'd let this happen!"

"But I was asleep!" He said, his hair fell into his face as he said that. He quickly fixed it as I was about to say something but got interrupted.

"You liar! You were in on it! You were going to look for a video camera!" Ireland yelled out as Wales then avoided your eyes.

You could practically feel the steam coming off of you as you heard their responses. Ever since their father left they've been like this and doing horrible things to England, you just wish you knew why. Maybe they're jealous of all the attention he's getting? Or maybe it because their father paid more attention to him than them? You sighed as you ran your fingers through your (h/c) hair.

Where did we go wrong?

"And Northern Ireland! I have a bone to pick with you! Who were you calling a cow?!" His face instantly went red as you said that, he avoided looking you in the eyes by staring at the floor.

".... Wales?"

You sighed once again as you looked at them angrily.

"I want you all to go to your rooms and think about what you've done. Once you're sorry I want you to come out here and apologize to your brother, or else no supper for all of you!" They all let of groans as they made their ways to their rooms while I sighed and picked up England.

Poor thing. He's been picked on ever since he was born by his brothers, and he's only three weeks old! I just don't understand why they'd do all of this to a helpless little baby!

I made my way to my room and gently placed England into his crib. My husband and I are very poor and we're lucky enough that there are five rooms here. When England gets older we'll have to build an extension, or he could share a room with one of his brothers, but I don't see that happening any day soon.

I started to make my way to the kitchen and sighed. Better start makin supper I guess...