This fic is based on the UK; which is the united Kingdom of the countries Scotland and England

In fan based traditions this would make them a married couple. Look up the fan wiki for information if needed; but this is just me working on fan based information.

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Darkpheonix666

England sat in his chair quietly staring absentmindedly out of the window; America was having another rant today about his many achievements. God he wished the idiot would just shut up sometimes.

He couldn't wait to go home and sit in his chair at home and enjoy peace and quiet. Listen to the birds in the tree's and read a book. Make a cup of tea and maybe a glass of red wine; after all it was a Friday.

"Please let this be over soon" he muttered crossly under his breath. He was counting the hours till this god damn meeting was over.

Suddenly America stopped talking; there were loud footsteps approaching the meeting room in quick strides. The bookshelf was shaking and everyone could feel the vibrations on the ground.

"Mama Mia; we having an earthquake" Italy cried anxiously beginning to tremble. He remembered long ago his Great Grandpa Pompeii had dealt with such a thing when Vesuvius erupted destroying his home. His Grandpa Rome had told him about such things when he was very small.

"Stand your ground; Qvuick grab all ze weapons you have" Germany yelled firmly. He was no going to falter in the face of an enemy.

Suddenly the meeting room doors slammed open practically rattling the hinges and silencing the room. A redheaded young man with gleaming green eyes and wearing an all blue uniform; apart from the white shirt and stripe stood before them.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and was wearing black gloves; his expression was annoyed and impatient. He scanned the room quickly until his eyes laid upon the blonde brit sitting in the corner of the room.

England could practically feel his eyes burning into his back; god why couldn't he just be patient and waited till he got home? Then again he was always like this...Impatient prick that he was.

"Um...Excuse me?" America whimpered quietly. He was not the kind of man to ever get scared of anyone; but this guy's aura practically radiated intimidation.

The redhead said nothing and simply removed the cigarette from his mouth and snubbed it on the table leaving a burn mark. His green eyes pierced the blonde intently not one faltering his stare to blink.

He marched past Germany and Italy not even acknowledging their presence. He was more interested in having a word with his companion over in the corner. He had a few words for that work absorbed son of a bitch.

They had been apart for some years now; but been together for 300. It was a rare moment he was able to spend time with England. And on the day he arrived for his stay with him; he was at the fucking office.

He eventually reached England's chair looming over the blonde his green eyes piercing the others. His eyes roamed his rosy cheeks and toned body; while many didn't say it England was quite a well built individual.

England peered up at the redhead quietly trying not to give away that he was internally shitting himself. He would never admit it; but this guy was the only person who could truly scare him.

"Um...I..." he stammered quietly. God how was he going to explain this to the others; he had meant to for a while but it just never came up.

Suddenly he felt two gloved hands grab his cheeks and before he knew it Scotland was kissing him passionately. He tensed up at first out of shock but eventually gave into Scotland's desire.

Meanwhile the others simply stared in awe and shock; who the hell was this guy and why was England letting him kiss him? They seemed to know each other but how? England never talked about his personal life.

America simply stood there his eyes wide and shock filling his body completely. He loved England dearly and he had raised him like a brother. Over time his brotherly affections had become romantic.

But now here was his beloved Arthur/England being kissed by some unknown country. And what was worse that England wasn't refusing him at all.

Eventually the redhead pulled away slowly; a small trail of drool parting from their lips. He pouted crossly at England a look of hurt and annoyance upon his face.

England simply stared in awe for a few minutes eventually becoming embarrassed from what had happened. An annoyed frown spread across his face and he sighed heavily after the public display which had occurred.

"You really couldn't wait for me to come home?" England sighed crossly. He wasn't annoyed that he had interrupted the meeting; he was more annoyed that he had simply not texted him as an excuse to leave.

"Ye bloody well know I couldnae" The redhead said crossly. England had promised him he would hurry home from the meeting to see him. But instead he had made him wait so he got impatient.

England sighed again and rubbed his eye space between his nose; He knew Scotland got impatient sometimes. He was glad he was only pissed off and in a more tolerable mood; if he was at his full rage he would have done a lot more damage.

His partner truly could be a pain in the ass but he loved him; sure he sometimes scared the shit out of him and he could out drink him better than America. But he was also very protective, very passionate and deep down a huge softie.

"Um...England whom exactly is this?" Germany asked curiously. They seemed to know each other intimately judging by that display of affection. The problem was England had never mentioned the guy before.

England remembered where he was and sat up slowly; the game was up and he couldn't hide it anymore. I mean they were bound to find out sometime; he had just been worried about America overreacting.

Scotland stood where he was but moved closer to England's chair; he saw how America was looking at him. They had given themselves to each other a long time ago; sure he wasn't exactly the easiest partner to deal with sometimes. But he loved England dearly and he chose him a long time ago for a reason.

"I've been meaning to tell you about this for some time; unfortunately the opportunity never came up..." England began slowly annoyance hinted in his tone.

He wasn't ashamed of the relationship; far from it in fact. Their relationship wasn't really traditional standards but they understood each other in a way most others couldn't. They kept no secrets and Scotland was always there for England to fall back on.

He raised his hand slowly at the redhead "This is my husband Scotland; but you can call him Alistair Kirkland" England explained firmly.

The room went quiet and America felt his stomach tighten and a sickly feeling sweep over him. Iggy...his big brother figure and crush...was married?!