at a coffee shop reading a good book.

walks past the shop and backs up when he sees England inside. He knocks on the glass.

looked up from his book and glanced over at the window, blinking a few times. Was that... he waved politely to him.

walks in and sits on the chair opposite Arthur, but turns it so he is sitting on it backwards. 'Alright, baby Brit?'

watched him come in, setting his book down on the table and book marking his page. He frowned slightly at the baby part. "Perfectly fine,

you?"

's eyes scan the room and eventually settle on Arthur. He gives him his typical cocky grin. 'I got eleven bottles of whiskey for Christmas,_

I'm spectacular.' He knew Arthur didn't like being called a baby, which is the main reason he used it.

folded his arms over his chest as he nodded, "I'm happy for you then." He didn't know what else to say to him.

orders a coffee from a passing waiter. 'So, how have you been getting along without your favourite brother?'

picked up his tea and took a sip of it, "I have been getting along fine. Scotland has been as annoying as always. How about you?"

hasn't seen Scotland yet. Or Wales for that matter. 'I've been keeping tabs on you all, so I've coped well.' He smirks. 'Got secret cameras_

all over your home.'

frowned at that as he sipped his tea, he wasn't sure if he should believe him or not. "You cannot possibly have cameras in my home." He was

going to chose not to believe it.

shrugs. 'Whatever you say, Art'r. It's not like I know what you get up to when you're alone...' He sips as he smirks, eyes watching Arthur_

over the rim of his cup. He wriggles his eyebrows.

stared at him before he flushed a bit and looked away from him, taking another sip of his tea. It wasn't like he got up to anything anyway.

He didn't really have a social life, not that he was complaining.

(( It says Family, is Scotland allowed to enter or...? ;o; /doesn't want to interrupt the stalker vibe ))

((I think he counts xD ))

((I think it would be very appropriate!))

laughs, glad he could still unsettle his brother so well. 'So ye missed me, then? Good, because ye'll be seeing a lot more of me,'

wanders past the coffee shop, only to pause. Is that his little brothers, he sees? Both of them together? This was not an opportunity he_

could easily miss. He makes his way into the coffee shop, holding a finger to his lips when Ireland spots him so that he can sneak up on_

England and find the appropriate moment to scare the living daylights out of the blighter.

set his cup down with that and simply stared, "oh good. Exactly what I need." He nodded and sighed a bit, not noticing Scotland as he took

another is of his coffee.

had to stop himself from breaking out into a large, noticeable grin once he sees Scotland but his eyes did open wide. 'Get over it, Art'r,_

he says, trying to keep Arthur unsuspecting. 'You just won't admit that you miss your big brothers when we're not around.'

shook his head with as he got up from his seat, picking up his book and paying for his tea. "I hardly miss you lot."

frowns, well this was going to make the whole affair harder. But never one to be deterred, he slips in and pays for the tea before Arthur_

can, an arm coming over his shoulder. 'And here I thought you missed me, making me tea and inviting me to your house the other day.' He_

turns to Ireland with a grin, 'True story by the way. He even broke out the biscuits.'

startled when he saw that. He looked at the arm around his shoulders and frowned, furrowing his brows again. "Oh perfect... now the other

one is here as well."

turns to England with a grin that could light up the highlands, 'Don't be like that Artie. It's rare I see two of my brother's in one place_

at the same time, chatting even! It warms an older brother's soul.'

lets out a 'Pfft!' and leaps up to hug his Scottish brother, trapping England between them 'by accident'. 'There ye are, ye bugger ye!;

made sound at being trapped between the two of them. He tried to shove them both off.

only tightens his hold on them both with the hug, 'Ohh. Dinnae be like that Ire. You know this is a bleeding busy time of year for me, what_

wi' hogmanay celebrations and the weather goings tits up.'

pouts a little, and gives another crushing squeeze. 'Ye know I wanted to be there with you this year, but things got busy for me too. I'm_

guessing King-of-the-Castle here has been a moan all year?'

nods, 'More than. And he's not even getting any Ireland. Squat. Hasn't had a roll in the hay for decades, I'd wager.' He smirks, 'I'd say_

it's frustration.'

snorts loudly. 'So that's his problem?' He pulls his head back so he can look down at Arthur. 'Need to get you sexed up, Art'r!'

laughs at that. 'He keeps saying 'I don't need it,' he informs Ireland, putting on his best England intimidation.

went a deep shade of red at the turn in the conversation. He gave one last shove and got out from between them, straightening his clothes.

He was trying not to respond to their comments now.

((Not intimidation. Imitation. Orz, my English is going to pot. ))

((I never would have noticed xD ))

keeps one arm around Scotland's shoulders. 'Does he now? Out of all the nations in the world, even down to that kiwi boy o' ours, no one_

to get that stick out their arse more than our Art'r.'

smirks. 'This is what I've been trying to tell him, Brendan. But no, he won't hae any of it,' he 'laments,' looking thouroughly amused by_

the whole affair.

far less than amused by all this as he fixed his hair. "Not interested." He shook his head.

((two plurks, both involve Scotland and Ireland trying to get England laid. Wooo!))

'Are you allergic to sex, Art'r? That's the only reason I can see working for you right now.' He wonders if Arthur even knows how to flirt.

((What are we doind to the british isles ;; ))

doubts England knows how to flirt, all he does is frown at people nowadays. 'His clothes aren't helping either. That jumper is a bloody_

tent.'

turned around and glared at them a bit, "I have work to do... " He was digging for an excuse to get out of this now.

((Why is this happening pout pout xD ))

((Because England is easy to tease. xD ))

((True. And we love doing it ^^))

((Oh good ><;; ))

arches a brow. 'Is that why you're spending your day in a cafe reading a book, yeah? Come on, you have plenty of time,'

him a look, a no-nonsense, don't ruin the family reunion look. 'Come-on, if you'll stay I'll pay for your next cuppa. Yours too Ire.''

looks bright at that. 'I'll take that offer.'He pushes Arthur onto the seat and takes another for himself.

huffs a bit indignantly as he sat down again. If he was going to spend time with the two then he would need something stronger than tea or

coffee.

would support that idea also! He puts his feet up on the spare seat next to him. 'Shame Wales couldn't be here. It would've made a true UK_

reunion.' He turns to Arthur. 'You better not be bullying him, Art'r!'

they'll have to make do with tea, and Scottish Breakfast tea at that. He comes back with a big pot and three cups, placing_

one down infront of each of them. He takes a seat on the opposite side of the two. 'You seem to always be taking him along for the ride,_

Arthur. Let him make some of his own decisions, eh?'

frowned at that, "I am not bullying him." He rubbed at his temples now. "And he does make some of his own decisions."

frowns as he pours some tea. 'Well he's a grown lad, now. Older than you in some respects. So don't let me be hearin' you've been telling_

him what to do.' He is partly serious, partly winding Arthur up.

watches them both in amusement, laughing lightly under his breath. It was nice to have the three of them, although Ireland was right. 4_

would have made it perfect. He always enjoying doting on Wales.

sighs with that as he looked away from both of them. "He is perfectly fine."

hums. 'And what about the boys, Alex and Brett?' He's been out of the loop for a while. 'You send them Christmas gifts, aye?'

scowls, 'I doubt it! He's being stingey. Wouldn't even give me mine.' He fails to mention he is withholding England's Hogmanay present,_

however.

shot both of them a glare with that, "of course I sent them Christmas gifts." He kicked Greg under the table.

yelps, bending over to rub his leg. 'Bugger,' he hisses in England's direction.

ignores that as he looked away from him.

hums in amusement as he sips at his tea. 'Well, at least Arthur seems to have grown some sibling guts since I last saw him. Kicking a jock!'

((As in an American Jock? ;; ))

((Na, like a Paddy is an Irishman, a Taffy is an Welshman and a Jock is a Scotsman))

glares at the Irishman. 'You mean he's become a cheeky git.'

watches the two for a moment. "I am not a cheeky git."

arches a brow. 'You are a cheeky git, but that's besides the point. We've known that for ages. But you seem to have grown some balls too,_

which is good too. It's taken you a while.'

shot Ireland a glare, "I seem to remember being more powerful than both of you."

starts to laugh uncontrollably. England was so naive...