Scotland found his youngest brother wailing, while he sat on the grass. He frowned deeply, and hurried over to the blonde, scooping him in his arms.
"Why're ya cryin', Iggy? Did ya fall over and scrape yer knee?" he asked, rocking the youth gently. England sniffled, and rubbed his bright green eyes, shaking his head.
"N-no…" he whimpered. "The birdie didn't wanna pway with me…"
The elder blinked. "Come again…?"
"I wanted to pway with the birdie, but when I w-went to it, i-it fwew away… U-Uwah…!" And the younger burst into a fountain of tears once again. Scotland couldn't help but smile.
"Tha' was a mean birdie, aye?" He received a shaky nod in response. "Well, how aboot ya play with yer elder broth, instead?"
England immediately brightened up. "Yes! C-can we play hide and seek?"
"Aye, aye, we can. Ye wanna hide?"
"Yes! No peeking, okay?" And with that, England wiped away the remnants of his tears, and ran off to find a hiding place. Scotland chuckled, pretending not to watch where he hid. If only every day could be like this for forevermore…