Goodnight

Disclaimer: I own the oc Wales. Oc Scotland belongs to Nightmare owl.

A small boy with burnt red hair tossed fitfully in his bed. Lately he had been suffering horrible nightmares that his young mind couldn't understand. Light seeped into his room as a tall shadow fell across the boy.

"Dylan! yi''ll need tae wake up. Ye'r in a nightmare again." The older boy shook the little boy, Dylan, to wake him. Dylan continued to sleep, tossing and turning. The older boy sighed, usually just hearing his older brother's voice would wake up but the nightmares were getting stronger. Maybe if he threatened him, he would wake up?

"Dylan wake up or ah wull throw ye intae th' loch!" Nope, the little boy was still asleep. The older boy hated feeling useless and weak; and these nightmares definitely made him feel that way. He also hated seeing his precious little brother so scared. The older boy who we shall call Hamish sighed and ran a hand through his flame red hair. He promised their mother Britannia that he would look after his younger siblings but he didn't know what to do. And th' roman bas was making his way north.

"Hauld yer horses a minute cuid that be it?" Hamish whispered. Dylan represented the west tribes to the South while Arthur represented the East/Southern tribes. Could that be it? Could Dylan, as young as he was, be sensing his people's fears? If that was true, th' besom Arthur should be having nightmares as well. His harsh green eyes traveled to the next cot next Dylan's where a blonde boy was sleeping soundly. The desire to kick him out of his cot spread throughout the older redhead's body but he pushed it down. Hamish didn't really care for th' wee jimmy as he was a spoiled 'n' loud besom. He was drawn out of his thoughts as he noticed pale green eyes were staring at him.

"Whin did ye wake up?" It unnerved Hamish with just how quiet the lad could be. Dylan's eyes drifted upward as he thought.

"Mae ychydig (A few) minutes ago," Dylan quietly replied as if he hadn't just been tormented by his own mind. "'n' ye coudnae huv said something?" Hamish really couldn't understand how his wee brother thought. "Roeddech chi'n meddwl mewn gwirionedd am unwaith (You were actually thinking for once). I didn't want to ruin it." That's right, the boy was also a brat, he was just more crafty than the other one. Hamish growled in annoyance and got up to leave.

"Maent yn ofnus (They're scared). I don't want them to be scared anymore," Dylan muttered into his cot. Harsh green eyes softened at the curled up figure. Hamish sat back down on the cot and gathered the small boy into his arms.

"Dinna fash yirsel. Ye kin aye count oan me. Noo gang back tae kip. Ah will keep th' nightmares awa'," Hamish said as he laid Dylan back into his bed and brought the blanket up to his chin.

"Nos da." Pale green eyes drifted closed as Dylan drifted peacefully into the dreamworld.

"Goodnight."