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Connor-North Ireland
Dylan-Wales
Patric-Ireland
Arthur-England
Scott/Alastair-Scotland
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ARTHUR
I was pretty sure I was in hell. I had no idea why I'd agreed to this stupid trip in the first place. It had all started a few months ago when dad died. Me, Connor and Dylan were living with him and we ended up having to move in with our half brothers Patric and Scott. Their mother and our dad had divorced before I'd been born. They stayed with their mother so we spent little time together as kids. Dad married me and Dylan's mother. She died giving birth to us. A year later dad's drug addict sister dropped newborn Connor off at our doorstep.
Things were really awkward after we moved into Scott and Patrick's apartment. Connor looked up to Scott so he adjusted quickly and Dylan surprisingly got along pretty well with Patric. Scott and Patric's mom was a beta so they hadn't been raised around any omegas. They had no idea how to deal with me. I ended up avoiding them and taking heat suppression pills and scent neutralizers.
About a year later Dylan read some stupid article about the importance of family and decided we needed to form a stronger bond. That how we found ourselves on a plane headed to some resort in South America. He'd taken on the role of mother when we started living together. Despite his gentle personality, he could be a manipulative little bastard.
Dylan had the type of face that makes people trust him. He's shorter than most alphas, but he makes up for it with charm. He's always been big on family but recently it been worse than usual. His eyes are several shades darker than my emerald ones. His hair's blonde with a reddish tint and hangs down to his ears. When we were kids people often got us mixed up and it didn't help that we're twins. It wasn't till he began developing alpha traits that people stopped confusing us.
I made the mistake of sitting between Patric and Connor. For some reason, they could never get along. I had a feeling it was an alpha thing. Already the flight attendant had come over three times to warn them to keep it down. Each time Connor flashed her a smile and apologized. So far we had managed to get off with minor warnings.
At 16 Connor was a year younger than me. He had a head of curly, carrot red hair and moss green eyes. He had mastered puppy dog eyes and used them to get out of trouble. He already had many admirers and was the star of the football team. We used to be really close but Scott's been influencing him recently and now he's taken to teasing me.
Patrick has the same hair color as Connor but he wears his hair short and spiked. His eyes are acid green. He's several inches taller than me and two years older. Where Connor was soft Patric was sharp. There was no way in hell he could pull off puppy dog eyes. He attracted quite a few stares from omegas and betas but most were too scared to approach him because of his piercings and tattoos. Our personalities clashed so we avoided each other. I talked to him the least out of all my brothers.
I groaned as the plane hit turbulence for what seemed like the 100th time in the past hour. Flying always made me nervous and this time was no exception. It didn't help that Scott kept kicking my chair. Scott's real name is Alastair but when dad wouldn't let him date a Scottish girl a few years back he demanded to be called Scott. He also started speaking with a Scottish accent. He got over the incident eventually but the name and accent stuck. Scott is a foot taller than me with emerald eyes, scarlet red hair and a permanent smirk that drives omegas and betas wild. Personally, I think it's annoying. Out of all my brothers, he gets on my nerves the most. He loved to tease me until I was fuming with anger. Ironically because he had to drop me off and pick me up from school I spent the most time around him.
After a few more minutes of Scott's kicking, I was at my limit. He's 21 years old so you'd think he'd act like an adult. I had half a mind to snap at the git but Dylan was shooting me pleading looks and I didn't want to disappoint him. Instead, I got up and headed to the bathroom. It was time to take my heat suppression pills anyway. I hate airplane bathrooms they're always too small and they smelled. The pilot was going on about an electrical storm over the intercom when I entered the bathroom. My breath had been quicker during the last few hours and when I looked in the mirror there was a slight flush on my face. I probably had four days before my heat would hit. I was just about to pop one of the pills in when the lights flickered. The noise outside grew louder. Setting the pills down I opened the door to see what was going on all of a sudden the lights went out and the plane tilted down. I panicked and grabbed the door handle. At the last minute, I slipped and cracked my head against the wall. Everything went blurry and I screamed in pain. The bathroom was situated in the front of the plane so I had slid farther from the seats. If I couldn't get back to my seat in time I would die on impact. I heard screaming from the other passengers as the plane was going down. My head hurt so bad. As my eyes started to close I felt someone grab my hand then everything went black.