"B-broth, I don't feel comfortable in this…" mumbled the soft spoken Welshman, tentatively pushing down on the edge of his skirt.

"But ya look so CUUUUUUUUUUUUTE~!" squealed North, practically hopping up and down in excitement. He enveloped the younger in a tight hug, squealing about how adorable he looked, while Wales just sighed, and humoured him. He secretly prayed no one else would see him like this. Unfortunately, fate has a bad sense of humour.

The door slammed open, and Ireland stomped in, looking like he was about to snap something at his younger siblings. But at the sight of the two, he completely froze. Had it been North committing this idiocy, he would have proceeded to beat up the younger ginger, but… From behind him, England looked over the Irishman's shoulder, turning completely red.

"NORTH. WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU DONE TO WALES?" he screeched, not unlike a girl. Wales sighed. He was afraid this would happen… North cuddled the blonde, oblivious to the fact he had enraged one of his siblings, and broken the mind of the other.

"I' suits him well, doesn' i'~?" he said cheerfully, rubbing his cheek against Wales'.

"THAT'S BEYOND THE BLOODY POINT. Wales, how could you have let him convince you to do that?"

Wales merely shrugged. "He wouldn't be quiet otherwise…"

When Scotland looked into the room his brothers had all disappeared into, he wasn't entirely sure if he should find this normal by now. Wales was decked out in cutesy, bright pink, girl's clothing, North and England were having two different conversations with each other, and Ireland was still trying to process what Wales was wearing. Scotland smirked, then strolled over, poking Ireland on the shoulder.

"Oi, I'm takin' all yer whiskey. Tha's cool with ya, righ'? Braw, cheers broth," he said, receiving no reply from the younger, before he left for the Irishman's house.