This is kinda sorta the sequel to 'Downpour', but honestly, they're unrelated enough that you don't really need to read that first.

Honestly this is just gonna be the place I dump all my ScotEng feels, so feel free to stick around if you wanna experience them with me.

Enjoy ;)

Wales hated when they did this.

He supposed he couldn't really blame- No, scratch that, he could totally blame them, if they can't keep to themselves while he's in the house then that should hardly be his problem. It was like he wasn't even there, and granted he might not be independent, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to be treated equally in this little union they had going on!

He let out an exasperated sigh as he watched them through the door, England happily lounging on the couch with Scotland's head perched in his lap, fingers twisting in his fluffy red hair, leaned so far over that their noses brushed, speaking in low voices, eyes hooded with the kind of promises he never wanted to apply to either of his brothers.

Wales grimaced as England leant down just a little bit further to close the gap between the two of them, their mouths lazily moulding together with no visible intention to stop anytime soon, providing that England's back could hold out. For a man with the body of a twenty-three year old, the guy sure did act like an OAP.

For some reason he couldn't bring himself to look away though, even as the kiss deepened so that their tongues were visible between presses of lips. It's like he was stuck to the ground with the saliva they were exchanging. Gross.

After a moment there was a breath of laughter from one of the two and England pulled away from the kiss, "Are you just going to stand there Wales?" he asked, a relaxed smirk pulling at his lips.

"Like watching your brothers kiss, you sick bastard?" Scotland added not a moment later, his own smile more of a smug grin.

Wales regarded them with dry apathy for a moment, "Not really," he said, his face forming a grimace, "It's more like when you see something so awful that you can't look away from it."

"Aw, you don't mean that!" Scotland pouted as England chuckled and sat back so Scotland could sit up straight.

Wales just raised an eyebrow.

"Wales?"

He was caught off guard for a short second at the tone of his younger brother's voice, "Hmn?"

"In all seriousness, do you approve? Of us?" England asked, he didn't sound unsure or nervous, just interested, perhaps curious.

Wales had no doubt that even if he said 'no' they'd continue to see each other, they were too bloody stubborn to listen to him, not about something like this. But there was something there that told him that he shouldn't say that, even if he wanted to, even if he did disapprove of their relationship, because as much as he disliked his brothers most of the time, he did want them to be happy, and if each other is what makes them happy, then so be it, who is he to keep them from that?

Wales shook his head with a laugh, "Of course I approve, but you two being all lovey-dovey makes me want to vomit."

England made an extremely unmanly sound as Scotland tackled him down onto the couch and started peppering kisses all over him, "Scotland, get-" another squeak, this time due to the fingers dancing over his stomach, causing him to begin to giggle uncontrollably, "Scot! Scot, sto-op it!"

Wales rolled his eyes, as Scotland sat up, England with a quivering scowl on his face as he panted underneath him. Just as it seemed he was about to say something, Scotland leant back down to kiss him again, "Love you." He smiled.

England rolled his eyes, "Careful, you're the one who'll be cleaning up Wales' sick."

"I'll risk it." He replied, pressing their lips back together.

"You two are insufferable." Wales watched them for a moment, but once again, they seemed much more interested in kissing than paying him any mind. He shook his head, leaving the room and resolving to leave for Cardiff before the day was through.

Scotland pulled away, glancing at the door, "Do you think we drove him out?"

England chuckled, raising an eyebrow, "I'm beginning to think you wouldn't care if we did."

Scotland exhaled a laugh, "It's been three days, I'm beginning to think I wouldn't care."

"Well good," England as good as purred, "Because I don't care either."