Scotland really had seen it all, hasn't he? Firstly, due to his sub-par brothering (if that was even a word), his little brother offed himself and now this little tyke who looked too much like him showed up at his door.

Running his hand through his red hair, Scotland sighed. Not out of boredom, but out of complete hopelessness. His thoughts ran amock in his head. Taking a sip of whiskey, his head fell forwards in despair. What was he going to tell his family, friends even? He couldn't tell them the exact truth, that would crowd his house and might even scare Mathias.

Mathias was an odd case, they all were in fact. All so different from what their lookalikes were like before. It was all so jarring. Arthur actually smiled regularly, Yong Soo wasn't a perveted maniac and Mathias was a stuttering mess.

Scotland was taken out of his thoughts by yet another argument between Yong Soo and Arthur. God knows what they are arguing about this time. Despite all the bickering, they are pretty good friends, a bit like France and England were before. . . that.

Opening his mouth to yell at the two boys, the house went silent. Scotland shrugged, at least he doesn't have to deal with that right now. It's almost as if they new they were going to get yelled out.

He takes another sip of the whiskey, and a small headache forms. Maybe he has had a bit too much to drink. Even though it is only, what, 8:30? Wales is coming to visit aswell.

The doorbell rings, bringing the house out of its solemn silence. "Ah, that must be Wales" the red head muses aloud, before setting aside his whiskey and walking to the door. He needed to tell the strawberry blonde about the lookalikes, they were going to be housemates after all.

The door, which was crafted out of simple oak, opened slowly and Wales stepped inside. "Hello Alba," the strawberry blonde greeted: "Have the 'interns' arrived yet?"

"Yes, they have Wales," Scotland said, exasperatedly: "But there's something about them which freaks me out"

"Oh ho? Scotland getting freaked out?" The Welshman's voice dripped scepticism: "Pray tell"

"I will, outside"

Wales made no effort to retort, and let the Scot lead him outside.

The garden of the main branch of the Kirkland family was incredibly large, as you would expect. lush grass covered most of it, apart from the flowerbeds and the 'HMS respect', a climbing frame residing in the back left corner. In the center of the garden, there's a flowerbed smothered with only roses. A lone, growing oak tree lies in the middle of this rose patch, witha sign nailed into it's trunk. The sign reads: 'In loving memory of the brother we never cherished, Arthur Kirkland'. During the scorching heatwave, they watered the tribute almost hourly. They couldn't let this die too.

"So, what is it Allistor?" Wales' tone is firm, yet gentle and comforting.

Allistor scratches the back of his head, his thick eyebrows furrowing before replying: "Well, the 'interns' have a striking resemblance to you know who"

"Voldermort?!"

"No Dylan, for god's sake"

The Welshman looks down at the ground in thought for a few seconds, and then turns to face the tribute. His eyes sadden before he turns back to face his older brother.

"Alba, you m-mean-"

"Yes, Breatainn Beag, I mean them."

"You must be going insane!" Dylan's voice cracks slightly: "Th-They're dead!" Tears are noticeably forming in the chartuese green eyes belonging to the Welshman.

"I promise you I'm not, Dyl"

"D-do you know f-for sure?"

"Nah, they only arrived a few hours ago"

"Then ask them!" Dylan's eyes are dripping sadness but also hope, and his tone sounds aggresive.

"I can't" Allistor wouldn't know how much it would affect these. . . children.

"Why not?" Wales clears his eyes with his sleeve, his voice pulling a 180 and turning aggresive.

Scotland rests his hand on Wales' shoulder comfortingly before speaking again, this time his voice softer then it had ever been before: "I don't know if they really are, and I don't know how they would react. They act so differently to how anyone remembers, I've haven't even gotten my head around it myself"

"Different?" his tone was calming down, and his tears were slowing.

"Arthur's happy and smiling, Matthias is incredibly self-conscious and nervous and Yong soo is reserved and not perveted"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Then beg," Allistor said jokingly, before coughing awkwardly: "I can't say it in any other way, Dyl"

Dylan takes a deep breath, before saying: "Okay, I think I understand now, but I'm probably still in shock"

"I would be too, now if you don't mind me I'm off to finish my whiskey"

Wales glances to his watch"B-but it's past 9," Wales meekly whispers to himself

'Wales what did'ya say?"

"It's past 9!" Wales yells quielty, his hands cupped around his mouth.

Scotland wilts, almost like a flower. He was looking forward to that whiskey aswell. . .

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I have failed as a writer. I got writers blockand I still kinda got it, explaining the lateness and badness of this thing that slightly resembles a chapter.

I am so sorry-