There's No One Quite like you
So, I was listening to the song called (True Love) performed by P!nk and it just reminded me so much of these two. I LOVE Scotland and England and think they are adorable together, even if they don't see eye to eye half of the time they are together, they just can't get enough of each other.
May add a little spice to this fic, why not, eh?
Enjoy!
Scotland sat slouched down in his seat, arms folded over his chest with a look that could easily tell that he did not want to be here. He didn't get why his younger sibling chose to drag him to a bloody world meeting in the first place, he handled going himself any other time, didn't he? A certain American's voice echoed threwout the room, stood at the very front whilst munching on what seemed to be a burger, in his other hand he held a can of cola.
Scotland sighed, the meeting had just only started and he already felt bored as hell. It was a good thing he brought his handy flask filled with his beloved whisky, a bit of whisky can make anything better, well to Allistor anyway. Allistor scanned the room, his eyes then came to settle on his younger brother who seemed to be awfully irritated by Alfred scoffing down his much loved burgers whilst slurping his cola, his words came out as mumbles making it hard to understand what the American was actually saying, not that Allistor really took interest anyway.
Allistor's eyes then met with the Frenchman's, Francis. Allistor hadn't really noticed that the Frenchman had been staring over this entire time, he had been too busy imagining being at home lounging like he was before his brother had somehow managed to make him come along with him, he owed him one. Francis smiled over at his much admired Scotsman as he then recieved a slight smile back, France blushed. It was true that the pair had a thing in the past, but they both still had feelings for one another, it was obvious to see.
Arthur had been sipping his tea silently trying his best to avoid speaking his mind to the obnoxious American, though very much tempted to do so. Arthur had looked up from sipping his Earl Grey tea to notice his brother and Francis making eye contact with one another. A smirk was on Allistor's face now as he intended to make the Frenchman blush much more than he was already, much to Arthur's disprovel. England stared in disbelief at the scene before him, was his brother really flirting with that ghastly frog in his presence, he was pissed.
It seemed like Allistor had found himself distracted from his boredom and a certain Frenchman was his cure. Both continued their little act of flirtation towards one another across the meeting table and Arthur coulden't help but grit his teeth and scowl at the sight before him, not even paying one bit of attention to the meeting now from what he was in the middle of wintnessing. Arthur felt pissed, but also a tad jelous as much as he hated to admit it. He didn't know why, but the thought of Allistor being happy with someone other than him got his back up, it was selfish, but true.
TO BE CONTINUED.