Raising the soon to be Great Britannia

Chapter 4- Introductions

Scotland held Britain as he trotted into the clearing. Directing the horse to the. Rear of the house, he dismounted and walked the horse into the stable. Britain watched curiously as Scotland removed the tack from the horse's body. Gently Scotland directed the steed in the direction of the open door, the steed complied and strutted in effortlessly. Scotland turned to Britain whom stared at the stallion, eyes never faultering.

"Britain, are ye ready to return inside?"

Britain snapped out of his trance and turned to his older brother, and gave a nod. Britain padded over to Scotland and allowed the tall man to pick him up. Britain returned his gaze towards the pearl colored stallion, both sets of eyes locked upon each other. Scotland noticed and chuckled, "Would ye like to pet e'm?"

Britain nodded reaching out a tentative hand. Due to the lack in length of his arm, he couldn't reach all the way. Sensing his predicament, the stallion leaned his head forward, allowing hand to meet muzzle. Britain grinned and laughed as the stallion exhaled upon his soft flesh, causing it to tickle.

Scotland patted the stallions neck before turning and walking out of the wooden structure. As Scotland walked, Britain turned to face the opposite direction, waving to the white stallion as they departed. The stallion gave a whinny towards the young boy as they turned the corner, blocking him from sight.

"He sure seems ta like ye laddie." Scotland said ruffling Britain's hair.

"Well I like him to... So I only find it fair for him to like me." Britain said confidently.

Scotland thumped up the steps that led to the front door, which he turned the handle of, stepping inside. A noise was heard from the living room, and a man came into view. Britain clutched the neck collar of Scotland's short, as well as burrying his head in the crook of Scotland's neck.

"Oi Scotland where have ya been? I've been worried sick about ya?!?" The strange man shouted.

"Shhhhh! Don't ye know ye'll wake up ye brother?"

"To hell with 'em!"

"Oi! Watch yer mouth... Don't ye know it's rude to cuss infront of young'ins!?!" Scotland yelled back.

"Oh and you'd be the expert on not cussin' infront of-What kid?" The man said.

"This one idiot..." Scotland said gesturing to his left shoulder.

The man fell silent and drew closer to the small form that lay in Scotland's arm.

" Britain, meet one of me brothers... Ireland."

Britain slowly turned his head to face the mystery man. Once eye contact was made it seemed that something snapped in both their minds.

"Oi! Your the kid from earlier! The one in Scotland's room!" Ireland shouted.

Britain's eyes widened in fear as he quickly turned his head away from Ireland and burried it into Scotland's muscular chest. Britain began to sob again, mostly out of fear, but he was also growing tired. Givining a small glare to Ireland, Scotland patted Britain's back, "shhh"ing him until he was soothed into a quiet slumber.

"The lad was just worn out... Maybe he'll meet ye and Wales tomorrow." Scotland reassured before walking off to his room. Ireland exhaled a breath, and walked back into the living room, sitting down and continued reading his book.

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Scotland quietly opened up the door to his room, as well as quietly closing it behind him. Slipping of his shoes, he walked over to the mattress, he slid under the cool covers. He carefully slid off Britain's shoes as well as removing the young boys cloak. Gently he slid the blond nation under the covers and slowly drifted into a deep sleep.