Hetalia! High school AU!

3.

Allistor was sleeping peacefully... Undisturbed... Happily...

*CLANG!* *CLANG!* *CLANG!*

"WAKE THE FUCK UP~ WAKE THE FUCK UP~ GET UP YA LAZY CUNT!"

Allistor growled and threw his pillow in the direction of the noise. Another clang was heard, but this time it was against a much harder surface.

"OW!"

Allistor chuckled and turned to face his sister, who was now gingerly rubbing her nose as it began to turn a shade of red.

"Wha' did a tell ye 'bout wakin' me up on a mornin' lass?" Allistor asked with a smirk.

"I wouldn't have, you prick, if we hadn't needed to be up... AN HOUR AGO!" Izsla shrieked. She threw one of the pans at Allistor, hitting him straight in the forehead.

Allistor stared at her with confusion before jumping out of bed in shock. His sister screeched as he was only wearing boxers. She shielded her eyes and turned an even darker shade of red.

"ALLISTOR KIRKLAND, PUT SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON!" Izsla exclaimed.

Allistor chuckled and walked over to his wardrobe, where he picked a random pair of clothing and three it on.

"Ye no ah don' sleep with clothes on," Allistor said with a shrug.

"Yeah, but I didn't expect you to be so ugly without clothes on!" Izsla retorted.

Another pillow was launched at her head, but she managed to dodge it and rush out of the room laughing.

"YER A WEE NYAFF!"

Arthur watched over the top of his cup of tea as his sister rushed into the room, gasping through laughter. He sighed and placed his cup down.

"What did you do?" He asked.

Izsla shrugged and sat in her seat. "Woke him up with pots and pans." She answered.

Arthur gave her a deadpanned expression, telling her he knew that wasn't all that happened.

"What!?" Izsla exclaimed.

"I know that's not all you did," Arthur responded. "First, you woke him up with pots and pans. Next, you launched a pan, hitting him in the forehead. What did you then do that make him call you a nuisance?"

Izsla huffed agitatedly. She opened her mouth to explain when she straightened up and faced her youngest sibling. "How did you know I threw a pan at his head?" She asked.

"His head is dense. The impact echoed into the kitchen." Arthur answered with a shrug and a sip of his tea.

"OI! Haud yer wheesht!" Allistor snapped as he descended down the stairs.

Arthur rolled his eyes and placed his empty cup in the sink. "We better get going if we don't want to be later than we are. Thanks a lot, you twit." He said as he scowled at Allistor.

Allistor shrugged past caringly and snatched a slice of toast from the table.

Then, Dylan burst through the front door and snatched the slice of toast out of Allistor's hand. "We don't have time for that now! Get in the car, or we will leave your arse here!" He snapped.

Allistor bit back a laugh and followed his younger brother's orders. Guaranteed, Dylan was frightening to outsiders, but to the family? He wasn't scary in the slightest.

Arthur smiled at him thankfully and headed towards the car while chatting with his sister.

Dylan rummaged through his mind to remember whether he had forgotten anything. Nothing came to mind, so he quickly locked the door and drove to the airport with his family.