Britannia King Of The Angel Nations

Aftermath

The day after the great battle Arthur was down stairs at his kitchen table sipping a cup of Earl Grey tea whilst Alfred was snoozing in Arthurs bedroom, still recovering from his injuries. The Angel Nations and Pangea had left for heaven but not before expressing their wishes for their king and his beloved's safety and sirenity in the coming months after the war. Because there was no doubt that the healing process after such a devistating war would be long and perilous for all. Arthur had just started to develop plans to aid the re-building of London and reuniting children with their parents after they had been evacuated to the countryside, when the door bell rang. Arthur gracefully got to his feet and went to answer the front door, the sight that met him was a welcomed surprise. In front of hime stood his three  brothers(Scotland, Wales and Ireland) and his sister(North Ireland).

"Honestly laddie, ye cannae even stey outta trouble fer eh second cannae ye?" Scotland asked laughing. Arthur just shook his head and smiled at his brothers teasing.

"To be perfectly honest Scotland I had wished that Germany would have came to his senses like his allies did but alas I fear that Hitler had a greater grip on him that we had originally thought." Arthur sighed. The Kirkland siblings shared a look and engulfed their youngest brother in a hug, sharing their deepest sympathies for the decisions that he had to make to keep the world safe.

"Arthur? Are you still there?" America called from upstairs. The siblings broke their hug and turned to step into the house.

"Of course I'm still here love, where would I go without you?" Arthur teased. A shaky laugh echoed through the house.

"I-I wasn't sure if I'd dreamt it all. And I seemed to have re-opened my Pearl Harbor wound, so I'm kinda...sorta...getting blood all over your carpet."

"You...WHAT...YOUR BLEEDING STILL?!"Arthur cried as he rushed up the stairs to his room with his siblings following him. Arthur kicked his bedroom door down to see Alfred led on his wooden floor with a pudddle blood pooling beneith him that was steadily increasing in size. North Ireland screamed at the sight of Alfreds wound on his chest near his heart, it was jagged and torn, showing shredded muscle underneith. Arthur rushed to Alfreds side and with the help of Scotland and Wales he set to work bandaging his beloveds wound. Ireland had gone to comfort North Ireland as she was still screaming and crying in horror at the  sight of Alfred laying on the floor in his own blood.

"Thanks...f-for being here Arthur. And for saving my life." Alfred stuttered. Arthur smiled at his beloved and gathered him into his arms, lifting him gently and placing him back into his bed.

"Wouldn't dream of leaving you to die my love. Do you want me to hold you until you fall asleep?" Arthur cooed. Alfred nodded shyly and yawned as Arthur climbed into the bed. The other Kirkland siblings left the room quietly and headed to their own rooms.

A/N: Sorry it's so short but I promise to make the next one longer, I own nothing  but the plot line and the soon to be named North Ireland character. Thank you and Review please.