Yay! My first fic! Scotland is an original character made by me! Love her or she will throw haggis at your face!
I don't own Hetalia!
"Hey America, about our next meeting..." England said to who he thought was America.
"Um, I hate to tell you this but you've got the wrong guy. I'm not America." Canada said quietly to the british man.
England was shocked. "What? Bollocks, but you do look like America. You sure?" England asked.
"I- I'm not sure how to answer that. You always do thi-" Canada studdered. He had been interupted by a french man.
"Duh! 'e eez Canada!" France said.
"Oh! Of course! Yes, I know who you are now!" England said more to himself that to Canada. He laughed nerviously.
"Please try to remember me from no-" Canada said, getting interupted again.
"I recognize him from 'is sexy 'air because eet eez so much like my own, but not as good." France gloated.
"Are you trying to imply there is something wrong with my hair, sir?" England snarled.
"I don't know. Only if you think looking like a punk is wrong!" France replied.
"You wine loving tool!" England shouted at France.
Canada stood by and watched as England and France began to fight with each other. "Those stupid hosers! They act like I'm not even here!" Canada said to himself, to quietly for England and France to hear over their fight. But someone else heard. Someone else had been listening in from around the corner.
A red headed girl with sparkling, green eyes walked up to Canada and put her arm around his shoulder. "Don't worry about it Canada. The only reason England confuses you for America is because England can't stop thinking about him." Scotland said more to England than Canada.
England and France stopped fighting when they heard her. The one thing they had in common was that they both disliked Scotland. "Are you trying to imply something?" England said to his older sister.
"Somebody's in love!" Scotland nearly sang the last word.
France couldn't help but smile at the look on Englands face. He had never seen him so angry. "I do not love that fat ass!" England yelled at Scotland.
"Why are you blushing then?" Scotland asked her little brother.
France began to fear for Scotland's safety. He loved seeing England in uncomcortable situations, and he'd love to see Scotland get what she deserved, and he was fairly sure she could take him, but something inside him wanted to protect her. He jumped in to break up the fight.
England was yelling at Scotland.
France was trying to break up the fight.
Scotland was laughing at both of them.
And Canada stood by forgotten yet again.
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