Hey this is my first story so cut me some slack if the Scottish accent is a little hard to understand I found a translater thing on some review and tell me if I should continue it since this is only the first chapter .
It was another rainy day in London the streets were clear save for a few people wondering about with umbrellas. England stood staring out the window,this kind of day made him want to grab a book and a cup of tea but he knew there was no chance of that happening. He glanced at the clock just in time for it signal twelve noon. Before the clock had even stopped chiming,the door crashed open "Hey Englain!"England cringed that accent was unmistakeable.
"Damn it I'm not in the mood for this" he muttered to himself walking down the stairs. When he reached the bottom he saw a dripping wet Scott standing in the middle of his living room. "Hello Scotland" he said with a sigh.
"Ah thaur ye ur" Scotlant said staggering forward.
"Are you drunk England asked",judging by the smell he already knew the answer.
"Mebbe a wee bit, paid a wee visit tae puckle bars Ah did." Scotland answered trying to stay upright.
"Why do you do this every year?"
"Every body needs a vacation" Scotland answered with a smirk.
"But why can't you bother Ireland or Wales, people who have nothing to do" England asked.
"Weel Ah didne ken mah presence was sic' an inconvenience fur ye." Scotland answered becoming slightly annoyed.
"Oh come off it,we both know you only come to cause me as much misery as possible. Now tell me what you really want." England said also becoming annoyed.
"Cannae guy jist want tae visit his yoonger brither oonce in a while? Nae loch ye ever dae."
"I've been busy" England said looking away.
"Aye aam sure yer ur" Scotland said sarcastically.
"Enough all ready" England snapped. "I never visit because back when I did the first thing you wanted to know was when I was going to leave. You never wanted me around before so now I leave you alone. Why do you care anyway?" The last part was barely a whisper England half expected Scotland not to hear it but he did.
"Whit dae ye mean by' at?" Scotland asked.
"By what?"
"Ye asked wa Ah caur whit dae ye mean by 'at?"
"Do I have to spell it out for you? You hate me! Since we were kids you've hated me! Mom liked me best and you've held it against me all these years." England barely had time to blink before he was pushed up against the wall. When he got over the shock he saw that Scotland had his arm just under his neck keeping him flat against the wall.
"Yer reit Britannia did loch ye best an' yer reit abit me hatin' ye,yer th' reason she died,ye' and that bastard rome!" Scotland was now yelling at the top of his lungs. England couldn't remember the last time he saw him so angry. "Th' day ye cam intae existance marked th' end fur er' an' she knew at' but still she treasured ye. E'en wi' 'er dyin' breath she asked us tae tak' caur ay an' protect ye. Th' only reason Ah huvnae killed ye yit is coz ay 'at promise ye kin 'at?" Scotland's voice was low and deadly as he said the last part.
England gave a stiff nod and Scotland released him. England went over and opened the door before he stepped he turned back toward Scotland. "I'm going for a walk there's whiskey in the cabinet over there help yourself" and with that the door clicked shut.