/A.N. I'm sorry for this xD I was just so happy that Wales won the Grand Slam! You should have seen me and my parents shrieking our heads off :'D I felt I should contribute something/

Wales was the Canada of Great Britain.
Those who did notice her knew she was very quiet, only speaking when it was absolutely neccessary.
Different when it comes to her national sport.

The first thing that went through Scotland's mind as she arrived at her youngest brother's house was, "This is not going to go well."
The match was going to decide the winner of the Six Nations.
And the sides? England v.s. Wales.
She told herself she wasn't going to take sides, but she couldn't help but root for Wales a little bit. Not just for the fact that it was funny that the normally silent, shy country worked herself up to the point of hysterical joy whenever her country played rugby, but because she would far rather that the sweetest Kirkland won than the youngest (who still irritated her to this day, calling himself the 'UK' and what not).
Sighing, she ran her hand through her unruly red curls and took a big mouthful of her lager. It was rare she actually looked at the television, being that watching England and Wales themselves was far more entertaining. Unless you France, Prussia or the Ireland twins of course, in which case they were hiding somewhere behind the sofa.
Many a nation had come round to watch the match on England's television, all forming a circle around the edges of the room. The lone sofa, that could easily have taken many more people, was avoided as if it would kill them.
Because that's where Arthur and Angharad were sitting.
She did get rather...uncharacteristically aggressive during rugby matches.
Then again, so did England- especially against Angharad though.
Scotland bit back a giggle as Wales leapt out of her seat, shrieking happily and going a victory dance as the timer clicked. on. 80:00. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she leapt around the room, finding Canada and kissing full on the lips before enveloping him in a bone crushing hug. Arthur facepalmed, and stalked into the kitchen.
Seamus, Patrick, Francis and Gilbert wandered back.
"...is it safe?"

/A.N. I haven't even re-read this, plus I was actually writing this during the match :3 I apologize if I offended anyone with this. Please know I didn't mean to./