Hearts of Steal and Heads Unbowing

Angus, moving around and getting in the other side, paused and looked at Sean. He was terrified. And why wouldn’t he be? Seeing a car must be one hell of a culture shock. And shit he was gonna start it up and Sean was gonna hit the fucking roof. Fuck.

This wasn’t going to go well.

Angus pushed the button to lock all the doors because no doubt the little irish nation was going to try to throw himself out the car as soon as it began to move.

"It’s okay." He said in a somewhat attempt at reassurance, turning the engine on and glancing at Sean to gauge his reaction, jesus christ he prayed that he wouldn’t smash anything.

#neeps n tatties #have fun with that angus

"WHY IS IT GROWLING, WHY IS IT MAKING NOISE, LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT, ALBAAAAAAIN" Ériu whined, trying to open the door and panicking more when the door wouldn't open.

He was trapped.

Trapped in some hot skinned beast that roared and his big little brother had lead him into this. Maybe he wasn't his brother after all, maybe it was someone else, maybe it was a Roman after all who had found him.

Letting out gargled and panicked Irish, Ériu wrapping the cape he wore around himself and covering his head, hoping he'd wake back in a place where the weird metal beasts weren't and Angus was little again

"He’s dead, let’s move on."

"Aye, he’s dead, but ya can’t just expect us to leave him there."Sean shouted to the Hungarian, as she prepared to move off. What the hell was wrong with her? Sure the guy was dead but you couldn’t leave a corpse in the middle of the flipping street like it was nothing.

"Oi, Liza, I’m talking to you."

#thathungariangirl

"christ you dafty! It’s hot yanno!" Angus said before realizing neither could understand the other. He sighed and moved carefully towards the other. Gently he took his hand and looked it over. "Aye, you’ll live." He said, trying to convey a sympathetic tone so that he was easier to understand and smiling gently.

"Here—" He reached out with one hand and touched the car door, keeping Sean’s hand in the other. "See?" He smiled back raising a brow "Doesn’t hurt this way." He removed his hand and showed it to Sean as proof. He had a feeling this was going to be a LONG day

Looking at his own hand and then the others, Ériu pokes the others palm, wondering why he wasn't burnt, realising why upon feeling all the callouses, starting to wonder if his own hands would feel like that one day.

Watching as Angus opens the door in mute fascination, or is it horror, taking the gesture his big little brother does as a gesture to get inside, doing as much before jumping as Angus closed the door behind him.

He was trapped in the metal beast. He didn't want to be trapped in the metal beast.

"ah!! yes!!" Angus beamed. Maybe this could work? Maybe he could get wee sean to understand enough to well..to tell him what the hell happened. Although from the sheer look of confusion on him it was doubtful he knew.

Angus would have to go back to basics, try to retrace his steps. He could take Sean back to the house and see if he recognised it? Yeah. That sounded good. Somewhat

"Come." He stood upright and walked towards the car, gesturing for Sean to follow "Come."

Followed a little hesitantly towards the metal beast, nervously touching the side of it before recoiling his hand at how hot it was. It wasn't fire but it burnt all the same. How...odd.

"Why did your metal beast burn me? Does it not like me?" Asked Angus, forgetting briefly that they couldn't understand him, before taking a step backwards from the car.

He's not sure he wants to go ear this thing now, even if Albain did trust it

'Ériu'. That had been a name he had not heard in centuries. Christ had it been so long? He had barely been a child when Sean was still 'Ériu'. He had barely known him then and felt just as strange with him before him now.

And there he went speaking the old Gaelic again. All Angus caught was he was asking something about Gaelic, probably why he was so shite at it. Christ this was hopeless. “I don’t understand” he said in the best Gaelic he could manage with a sad face, placing a hand on the now drastically shorter nation’s shoulder. “Ériu,” he placed his spare hand on Sean’s chest “Albain—-” placing it on his own “Sean—” Back to Sean’s “Angus.” and back again.

How could he not know the language anymore? Did he forget as he grew older? Is that why there are strange metal carriages that move on their own? Maybe he should try again but with less words. Ériu pointed at the Scotsman, shook his head then repeated the word Gaelic again.

Why was he called Sean? His named wasn't Sean but Albain kept calling him it and referring to himself as Angus. This place was weird, he didn't want to be here anymore he wanted to go home. Maybe if he played along this Albain would take him home to his own Albain and lack of metal horses.

"Ériu Séan, Albain And...Anj...Angus?" He asked, unsurely at the end, the name hard to get the grasp of at first.

"Albain?? Kid ain’t no one called me that since—-" Angus stood for a moment before staring down at the child in disbelief "Shiiiiit, no way?? SEAN? That’s you?? Fuck you’re so tiny and well… irish! Fuck! And I can barely speak it any more… fuck fuck okay uhh—- "Dè an t-ainm a th’ort"?" He asked nervously, it was poor scots Gaelic at best but perhaps Sean could understand.

"Ériu." Spoke, pointing to himself before pointing at the other and repeating what he'd called the other just moments before. "Albain." He sounded funny, like he'd not spoken his tongue in a while and instead only spoke the weird new tongue he kept speaking in that didn't sound right.

"Why do you keep speaking in that weird language? Don't you know Gaelic anymore?"

Angus had to admit he was a little taken back by the Gaelic. He hardly understood a word of it, which was somewhat expected as he could barely remember Scots Gaelic never mind Irish. But even still this was different, it sounded different.

He was even more taken back by the look of the child. He almost looked like…Sean?

"Now look here lad, I don’t care how good you think your irish is, you talk to me proper right fucking now!" Christ he sounded like Arthur "Do you know Sean??"

He had no idea what the man was saying, only fully understand the Sean part of it but who the hell was Sean and why did this guy look like Albain but bigger and uglier?

Giving the Scotsman a weird look he looked up and then to the space besides the man's knee doing this a few times before realisation hit. This wasn't a Roman it was Albain but older. Much older.

Scrambling up to his feet, Ériu can't hide the jump in his step, beaming at the other. "Albain! Albain! You got big? But why are you big? You can't be bigger than your big brother, that's not right."

Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you. But I was interested in a rumor I heard. Is it true you can plan the violin?

Umm, aye.

I play the fiddle, why do you ask? You play it too?

gentleman-of-the-ages

Well i think snob is a little strong. Adorable.. isn’t a word I would expect you to use, but I have nothing against your.. style. But there is a wrong and right way to play the violin. It is just a fact.

I think you’l find, the only wrong way to play a Violin is when it makes ears bleed and I think you’ll find that neither of our styles does as much.

gentleman-of-the-ages

Well that I can agree with. There is however a class difference.

-rolled his eyes muttering something under his breath and shaking his head- You know, I don't mid playing for ya sometime. Might change your mind on my style

#gentleman of the ages

"CHRIST!" Angus jumped slightly at the arrow falling near his foot before flashing his glare up into the tree. "That’s it!" He growled and stormed over while following the muttering through the branches, quickly spotting the cloak.

All it took was a fast hand and a snap yank and he dislodged the child from the branch he was sat on. He allowed him to fall into a crumpled mess, cloak over head, and stood towering over him with hands on hip. “Oh boy you are in for a WORLD of pain. The fuck do you think you are playing at?!? Trying to pretend you’re some medieval knight??” He was assuming from the ridiculous get up. Kids these days, honestly. No respect

"Trying to get back home, bastard. Are you the one who captured me?!" Snapped back in old Irish, pulling the cloak from over his head and glaring up at the stupid Roman. Ériu had thought his hiding perfect, how had this man found him and pulled him down from the tree?

Looking around him for the bow, he frowns as he fails to find it on the ground but dangling out of the tree on a branch, the arrows scattered around him. He could always stab the weirdo if he got closer.

"CRAZY WEE SHITE!" Angus yelled as he pulled his car over. He hadn’t realized that kids lived close to Sean, he’d assumed that no one would live near the crazy old Irishman. But there had been no mistaking it, it was a child that had fired an arrow at his car. AN ARROW!! Who the hell would buy their kid a bow and arrow. Hell who would let a kid dumb enough to stand in the middle of the road shooting at cars out. They should be locked in a rubber room for being so daft! Maybe hitting them with the car would have knocked some sense into them.

"Get out here you wee devil so I can kick your arse!!" He growled, getting out of his car and trying to find the small black haired child. "and you fire that bow at me and I’ll fucking shove it up your arse, y’hear?!?!?"

The man isn't wearing armor and he sounds...Albain even. Had the invasion spread even further than he'd first thought? Muttering a curse under his breath, the preteen climbed the tree quickly, moving through the branches to where he could see the weird man better.

He looked familiar and he can't place why, he wasn't Britannia or that other Celtic man but the familiarity was still there. Still he could be working for the Romans...

Drawing the stupidly big bow again, Ériu unable to grasp why you'd need a bow this big he fired at the man again, frowning as he missed and the bow landed in the dirt by the mans feet, glaring at the bow and starting to curse it, unaware part of his cloak had fallen beneath the treeline and was visible.

Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you. But I was interested in a rumor I heard. Is it true you can plan the violin?

Umm, aye.

I play the fiddle, why do you ask? You play it too?

gentleman-of-the-ages

Well i think snob is a little strong. Adorable.. isn’t a word I would expect you to use, but I have nothing against your.. style. But there is a wrong and right way to play the violin. It is just a fact.