A/N: So I wrote this fic a year or so ago and it was one of my most popular fics on here. It got a reading and everything so I have thought about this hard and decided to bring it back and rewrite it so it's much better. I realise that the Hetalia fandom has matured so much before I left so I'm a little conscious about uploading stuff of this nature y'know. It's going to be a lot better than how it was before. This whole chapter actually wasn't in the original fic because it got straight onto the gross and disgusting bits.

Fandom: Hetalia

Paring(s): ScotFra and RusFra with USUK and PrusCan in the background.

Warning(s): Warnings vary per chapter but later gore and rape.

Prologue – The Least Of Our Worries.

Understanding why people become obsessed with others is hard to master. From an outsiders perspective, it seems crazy and strange but haven't we all became obsessed with someone every once in a while? You become dependent on their nature and their love that you miss the fact that you're giving up you're very life for them. Our obsessions stop us from focusing on ourselves and rather another person's selfish needs.

I know a tale of someone who seemed to be living the not so perfect life and someone became obsessed and then ruined their live and started a few years of wars and fights. Of course I had nothing to do with it but I will do the honours of telling you the story. This is a story of love triangles, obsession and murder. It sounds interesting doesn't it? Of course it is! The gritty parts get you interested do they? Well you are in for a treat my friend as this story has loads of grittiness to keep you interested.

"In order to properly understand the big picture, everyone should fear becoming mentally clouded and obsessed with one small section of truth." ~ Xun Zi

"You could have washed up a bit better,"

Scotland rolled his eyes at that one as he fixed up his hair in the plane window. He didn't often like travelling with his younger brother, England. He had much rather he'd take the trip with Ireland or even Northern Ireland but no, because it was convenient him and England had to take the plane together. They bickered so much but it was going to be worth it when he meets up with someone he'd been meaning to for a long time. England was dreading it but Scotland more or less ignored that.

"Ye know I didn't have the time…" Alaistair muttered beginning to brush down his shirt.

"I don't like travelling with you as much as you don't but it was to save Ireland or you making complicated trips that I would be held reasonable for," Scotland never understood why that was the case but he accepted that bit. They wouldn't be taking too long anyway to get to where they were heading, only an hour since it was in Europe.

"Ye wouldn't really England. It would be me and Dara's fault," He said, referring to Ireland, "Is Francis still meeting us at the Airport?"

"Yeah, I don't understand why that frog was so keen on meeting us on there anyway," Arthur turned his nose up but Alaistair just shrugged at him.

"What's wrong with that? He only wants to show off his country," Alaistair shrugged. They were heading off to France for a world meeting. Arthur hadn't been looking forward to the trip as it meant he had to be civil towards Francis while Alaistair was indifferent to the whole thing.

"Exactly," Arthur mumbled, "You always seem to back him up Scotland?"

"Him and I have a better relationship then I do with you," And that meant Scotland turned away to look out the window of the plane. Ouch.

"Anyway," England was bent on talking to Alaistair till the trip was over but Scotland didn't look at him and just watched the outside world, "We'll be discussing your independence,"

"There's nothing to discuss," Alaistair snapped as he looked at him again, "We have no say England. It's left in the hands of my people for once,"

There was nothing else said. Scotland didn't want to talk much until the trip was over and even when it was over, England and Scotland left the plane with not as much as a word between them. After they went through customs, picking up bags and all the things they had to do when leaving the plane, they met Francis at the front who met them with big smiles.

"Bienvenue Angleterre et Ecosse," France gave them both a dramatic bow at their arrival, "Your flight went well, oui?"

"Well we're alive aren't we?" England said in a matter of fact tone of voice before looking over at Scotland, "Are you ready?"

"In fact…" Scotland thought about it, "I think I might as well take a bathroom break. I didn't get the chance to go up in Bournemouth,"

"You would have if you didn't fuss around your damn kilt," England said, since Scotland was sporting a blue and green kilt. You'd think it was getting easier for him to put on a kilt each time but you're wrong.

"Try putting on a kilt half a sleep and see how long you can do it," Scotland scoffed before looking at either of them, "Any of you needing?"

"In fact…" Francis started, "It's a long trip to Paris. Might as well, no?"

"You two just gonna piss off and leave me with the bags," Arthur scoffed when the two men were heading off.

"There's a bar nearby…" France said looking toward England with a chuckle as England looked around for the bar, "You could check it out. Just don't get drunk off your head Angleterre. It's a long way back to Paris,"

"Piss off frog!" Arthur scoffed before he took the bags to check out the bar while Francis caught up with Alaistair.

"Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely." ~ Simona Panova,

"When are we gonna tell him?"

Strong arms were wrapped around Francis' waist as Alaistair rested his chin on his shoulder. It was obvious and cliché but it was true. Alaistar had been dating Francis for a long time and it was a good steady relationship except from the fact they barely spent time with eachother. It was a private relationship as Scotland wasn't keen on having his brothers know, especially England. He'd think Scotland was doing this in spite of him which perhaps was some truth but France was one of his best alliances of the moment other than Ireland. It made sense in his head. He'd always adored him, even when he first met him thinking that he was a lovely female. It was only to his shock when he found out that the Frances was in fact a Francis.

However, Francis did not feel the way that Scotland felt in regards to a private relationship.

"Why don't we just tell him on the way up?" France respected Scotland's wishes but the idea of a private relationship didn't suite him. It was clear that France was the more romantic one out of the two where Scotland was a little rougher around the edges but a softy on inside but France wanted to show his love for Alaistair without a closed door. The only way they'd get the chance to spend time with each other is with the use of a hotel room or an empty room it couldn't go on much longer than this.

"I'm nae doing here…" Scotland mumbled, breathing in the lovely scent of the Frenchman, god how he missed the smell of Gucci: Made to Measure. "England will get in a huff with me… I dinna hae it easy,"

"Since when were you worried about what Arthur thought?" That question was always brought up.

"You're not the one travelling with him. You know Arthur. I cannot stand the arguments. He is already up in defence about Scottish Independence. It's not up to me or him. It's up to my people and my people only. There is no discussion,"

"I understand," The Frenchman cooed, turning around to wrap his arms around the Scotsman's neck, "I know Arthur too and we have been fighting for many years over so many petty things but we cannot hide this anymore. Love is not something that should be hid away," While Francis continued on, he ran his hand through Alaistair's red hair, "Love should be celebrated among us, no matter who it is we are in love with but someone is always gonna be in uproar about it. C'est la vie. That's what I always say,"

Alaistair smiled. He'd fallen in love with the nation of love; of course he was going to receive this kind of reaction. France was right though and he knew that. Love should be celebrated and not kept in secret.

"I'm thinking of doing it after the election," He always said that, "I'm in too much confliction right now to add more to the list on why Arthur doesn't trust me,"

Francis visibly slumped but kissed him on the cheek, "C'est OK, mon amour. I can wait…"

To quickly lighten the mood, Scotland used his rough exterior to kiss his neck, "I can't wait to spend time with ye tonight. I've missed ye tons," Alaistair has his way around words surprisingly for his rough appearance.

"Oui, as have I, Ecosse," France smirked with a breathy half moan which Scotland loved. He could honestly take him right now if there was the time but there was not as Scotland's phone began to ring. He took a step back from Francis and took it out. England.

"Where the bloody hell are you?" shouted an annoyed England from the other end of the phone. Scotland rolled his eyes as he had to briefly take the phone away from his ear.

"Yes England…"

"You two better stop having chit chat in there. We have a meeting to go to!" More seriousness with made Scotland roll his eyes at.

"Sorry. We were catching up," You could say that. "We're on our way out though, don't worry wee bro," Scotland chuckled as he unlocked the cubical him and France were in and stepped out to look in the mirror before he hanged up.

"Ecosse?" Scotland turned around to France who smiled at him and leaned forward to give him a proper kiss on the lips for the first time in a long time. Scotland defiantly missed him. When they pulled apart, Scotland grinned.

"This is the least of my worries," He said to France who reluctantly nodded, "We have a nice thing going on Francis. Independence is at the top of my mind right now. I beg of you Francis, please understand that,"

It wasn't that France was unhappy about that. He thrived on love though but didn't feel it a lot of the time from the other nation. It was all about debates now from his lover. "I'm not sitting through one of your debates. That Alex Salmond… déteste," France tried to shake it off as it was some funny joke and Scotland laughed anyway as they left the bathroom. Francis wondered what it would take to make Scotland care about their relationship but he had no idea about the thing that would come that would make him care about him more. He had no idea whatsoever.

It was all a blurred line as a somewhat private unhappy relationship where one partner is more interested in his own politics and then there's an unknowing third wheel trotting along. There is so much left to introduce. We have not gotten to the gritty parts but I promise you my friend, you are in for a treat.

A/N: Obviously there is a lot more too this other than the threat of Scotland becoming independent. Scottish Independence does play a part in this whole thing so yeah but we still have to introduce the kidnapping and so on. I kinda just wanted to introduce the relationship at stake here. Orignally it was meant to be a happy relationship but I thought fuck it. I'm an unhappy person.