Ireland's POV:
I had called UK the previous night to see if he could spare my son for one night. At that point, I had another idea. England had told me about what I did to New Zealand when I was drunk. Maybe he may also want some time away from his father.
UK begrudging agreed to my offer and I was to pick the two boys up after the meeting. At the meeting, some things went down which only confirmed why the boys needed a break from UK. New Zealand got to meet everyone before we left.
Aussie was really excited to see his old room again. He hadn't stayed over for a long time. We also promised a small 'heist' of what my boy calls a servo. This was going to be fun with Aussie's new brother joining in.
"Dad! Dad! Can Kiwi stay in my room?!" Aussie shouted excitedly as we got in the car. I looked at New Zealand who was shaking his head wildly behind Aussie. I laughed a little at New Zealand's obvious opinion on the matter.
New Zealand was quiet and seemed nervous. He probably remembered what happened the other night at the bar. I felt bad about that and decided to apologise to him. I mean, how can have at someone's house if they are scared of the host?
"Hey, NZ, can I call you that?" I asked. New Zealand nodded a little bit.
"Cool, anyway, NZ I'm sorry about what happened the other night, I hope you understand that I won't hurt you. I'm here to help," I said. I looked in the reverse mirror until I saw NZ nod. I decided to take that as he forgave me.
The trip was long, but with my son and his brother, it was a little more enjoyable than driving back alone.
"So, are you related to Wales?" NZ asked. When NZ became more comfortable with talking to me, he started asking questions.
"No, we aren't related, I'm more like a family friend. England, Scottland and Wales are all related in one way or another, and North and I are brothers. Our two families aren't related," I explained.
"Hey, dad, what about the bet I one?" Aussie asked. I hadn't forgotten about what I owed him.
"It's in the mini-fridge in your room," I said.
"Yes!" Aussie celebrated.
"You have a mini-fridge in your room?" NZ said with his eyes lighting up.
"Yeah! My dad is the best, he bought me all sorts of things!" Aussie then continued to go on about all the things I had done for him. I smiled knowing that my son was proud of me even though I made the terrible mistake of giving him away.
"Lucky, my dad only bought me a toy ship," NZ said.
"UK bought you a toy?" I asked. UK isn't known for buying toys for his sons.
"No, Netherlands was my dad until he 'got rid of me'," NZ sighed. I felt a little bit bad for the boy. Anyone with general knowledge knows that Netherlands is not a good father. A few hours later we arrived at my place.
Canada's POV:
I was excited to have my cast signed by almost everyone. It had been a while since anyone paid me any attention. Well, wanted attention. I didn't like it when they asked what happened though. I hated lying, but I knew I had to, otherwise, the consequences will catch up.
I didn't know that New Zealand and Aussie weren't coming home us, but I found out pretty quickly when I saw Dad and Ireland talking. New Zealand must be very lucky for being able to avoid punishment from Dad for this long. It has to be a record.
About an hour into the trip back home and Ame was asking every five seconds 'are we there yet'. Despite my peaceful manner, I would have really liked it if he would kindly shut up. But I didn't say anything. I didn't have to. It was only a matter of time before it got to Dad.
I would much rather not describe what happened when Dad finally cracked, just know that Ame's new black eye shut him up for the rest of the trip.
The long drive was annoyingly quiet. Usually, I would enjoy the silence but this didn't feel right. But then again, nothing ever did. When we finally got home Ame was the first to talk off his uncomfortable shirt and dumped it on the couch when he first entered.
I could see the cuts and scars on his back as he went upstairs. I didn't want Dad to get angry at him so I picked up America's shirt and put it in the wash. I went upstairs as well to relax from the awkward car ride.
I sat on my bed and looked down at my cast. I began reading all the names and messages on it. I was trying to work out who had and hadn't signed my cast and who I could ask. People didn't care about me until I broke my arm.
Actually, I found a small picture drawn on my cast near my wrist. It was a small little flower with no name next to it or signalling who it was from. I had a pretty good idea who drew it though. Ukraine was smart. He still wanted to sign my cast but he knew he couldn't write his name just in case my Dad saw. I smiled at the little flower Ukraine drew for me.
After a while, I decided to be productive and tidy my room. I picked up all three items of clothing off the floor and took it to the laundry. Back in my room, I made my bed, emptied my rubbish bin and tidied my desk. By the time my bedroom was looking clean, I got hungry. I didn't go downstairs though. I decided to see Ame in his room.
I opened his door to see him with a comedically long curly straw in his mouth and the other end in a tank of oil. He sat on his bed looking embaressed.
"Want some?" He asked awkwardly.