For the most part, the Nations had gotten over the deaths that had happened short of 2 decades ago, with some minor repercussions. At every meeting, there was a check for self-harm scars. Some were found on the countries you would least expect. But, that's a story for another time.

Scotland still felt guilty about little Albion's death. It seemed like only yesterday he had to tell his close friend and crush the news. He hasn't seen the Frenchman since. Canada (finally people are noticing him) and Seychelles kept saying that their adoptive father was alright though, so Scotland had to take their word for it.

His boss, who was now a stuck up prissy bitch commonly known as Theresa May, had decided along with the monarchy to let 3 boys who had just left college live in his house. Today was the day they'd be moving in. The worst part about this whole arrangement was that he wasn't given any files on these men whatsoever! And the prime minister wondered why he didn't like her.

According to Wales, they would be arriving any moment now, for better or for worse. Taking another sip of his whiskey, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Oh how he hated how his life was turning out.

At that precise moment, there was a knock upon the door. Faint arguing could be heard outside, and someone seemed to be trying to calm the other two voices down. It was the kids that were now able to drink.

He walked almost robotically to the door, sighed, and opened the hand carved mahogany door.

No. . . it couldn't be-

"Hello! Mr Kirkland, was it? It's a pleasure to meet you! My name is Arthur Kirkland, it's kinda weird how we have the same last name isn' it? It's almost as if you are related to me-"

"How many times do I have to tell you Arthur? Don't be so loud!"

"You can't tell me what to do, Im Yong Soo! Go suck my d-"

"I apologise on behalf of my friends' actions, I-I am Mathias Im"

Scotland was stunned into speechlessness. He didn't know what to say. Well, you wouldn't if you saw 3 people believed to be dead on your doorstep fully functioning. Also why do Denmark and South Korea share a last name? That makes little to no sense.

"A-Are you going you let us in anytime soon?" Mathias laughed nervously, this wasn't the Denmark he knew-

"Oh yeah, sure" Scotland replies simply, his leaf green eyes blank and vacant.

"T-thanks again sir, to letting us in" Mathias, the tallest of the trio scurried in with his suitcase and duffel bag. He seemed scared, but of what?

"See what you've done now Arthur!" Oh, those two were still arguing.

"Well I'm sorry, Mr perfect!"

"Oi," Scotland yelled: "Stop arguing and get your asses inside!"

"Sorry, Mr Kirkland" This Im Yong Soo seemed too polite, almost Japan-like really.

Arthur just hissed, clearly still annoyed at Yong Soo, and tugged his belongings inside.

Yong Soo wasn't far behind Arthur, and carried his one backpack inside.

Scotland closed the door, and padded to the living room, where the 3 previously-thought-dead nations were. They didn't seem aware of the fact that countries existed, as people at least.

"So," Scotland started: "My name is Allistor Kirkland, and you can call me whatever the hell you want"

"Ooo! Like Alba?" Arthur asked, any previous irritation was gone, like the drop of a hat.

"Sure" Allistor was uncomfortable, Arthur must be England somehow. There is no other way he would know. Or. . . he could be a massive history nerd. The only nation currently present in the room decided that he'd go with the latter. "Anyways, there are 3 rules to this house. first, don't drink before 6 and after 9, got it?"

"Y-yes sir" Mathias said, it seems that he has bad connotations to alchohol, another reason he wasn't Denmark. Denmark would've married alchohol if he could.

"Yes, mr Kirkland" Yong Soo was too formal for Allistor's liking. It was actually really off-putting.

"Yes Alba!" Arthur oozed enthusiasm, his arms were in the air like his team just won a football match. It was almost as if they got America's personality and shoved it inside this boy that resembled his dead baby brother.

"Second, don't make too much noise at night"

Like last time, they all chorused an answer akin to yes.

"And last but not least, don't wreck the house"

Yet another chorus sounded, if they kept being this loud (It was mainly just Arthur if Scotland were to be honest), France may be able to hear them from the room he had locked himself in.

"Sooo, can we go to our rooms now Alba?" Arthur asked, now thinking about it he was like a massive puppy.

"Of course" Allistor was honestly too stunned to say anything more interesting currently.

And with that, Arthur dashed off. He was no doubt trying to get the biggest room, he probably had the most stuff too.

Im Yong Soo wasn't too far behind the England Look alike, and for some unknown reason, made a beeline for what seemed to be the smallest room.

Mathias was more hesitant than his friends, and chose the medium-sized bedroom.

Each bedroom was decorated roughly the same. They all had tan painted walls, and double beds in the bigger two. The smallest room had a single as if there were a double there wouldn't be much room for anything else. There were oak wardrobes and dressers in the biggest two, and a lone dresser in the smallest.

Scotland sat down again in the chair he was in only a few minutes earlier. He picks up the glass of whiskey and swirls it round a few times, before putting it down again.

These three, that were too alike for his liking, were going to make things much more interesting.

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So. . . sorry for the shittiness of this chapter. I had to write it straight onto the chapter as I had little to no time throughout the week.

Just to say, Mathias' name is meant to be that way, and it's gonna change the story once I reveal why. Likewise to their personalities, there is a reason!

Even though this chapter was rushed, I liked writing it! It was fun working in some of the features that may not be important to you, but are important to me!

This chapter is also over 1000 words woo go figure-