A short ScotUK fic. I wrote mostly to get me used to their characters (since i've been writing so much TykiAllen I didn't want Scotland too much like Tyki and England too much like Allen).
I hope to write a longer one - hopefully with a bit more plot and more detailed romance (-cough- smut -coughcough-)
Enjoy this lame quicky~
Shady doesn't own Hetalia (or Scotland would have already been formally introduced)
Pale skin, broken and bruised. Blonde hair, askew and highlighted with his own blood.
Dear god, he was beautiful.
The scarlet haired male looked over at his companion, the latter's eyes we shut and darkly underlined indicating this nap was much need. Exhaling a gray smoke, the elder male admired the sleeping figure of the younger. It had been the first time he had touched him like that, so violent and yet with all his love poured into his actions.
His punches, his kicks, his bites. The way the younger male reacted to his every touch and action was so cute. He was amazed that the two of them hadn't ended up in this situation earlier since whenever the two of them were together there was always so much sexual tension in the air it nearly suffocated them.
Scotland smirked and pressed his cigarette into England's shoulder. The younger's frail form shuddered painfully, his scream piercing. Leaning over, the Scotsman kissed his sibling behind the ear. "I hope to see you again soon, little brother." He whispered, taunting, before he re-dressed and opened the door of the bedroom to leave. Green eyes looked back at clench closed ones, tears flowing from them.
No one understood their relationship – it was complicated. Even Scotland hardly understood it himself sometimes. England was so precious to him and he didn't know how else to express those feelings…
"I always enjoy our time together, Arthur." He mumbled quietly before exiting, leaving on an empty doorway and trembling nation in his wake.
"S-Scotland…"