Hello everybody! This is my first fanfiction and it's about one of my major OTP's: ScotEng.

I've always had mixed-feeling about ScotEng, as far as I'm concerned, I don't think they are that close and in love to be classed as a "romantic couple"; historically they've always been enemies, they have fought a myriad of battles, but still, they are brothers sharing the same island. This, at length, put me upon thinking: what kind of relationship do they have?

These contradictory thoughts have been coursing through me for two years, however, since I adore both countries and their cultures, I've also become fond of ScotEng.

Sadly, I've noticed that there aren't enough historical stories about Scotland and England, therefore I've tried to write this one. :)

I sincerely hope that you'll like it!

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This is a rather peculiar and unusual fanfiction because all the characters' thoughts and the dialogues between Scotland and England are short parts taken from various songs by different artists.

Therefore, the whole fanfic, except the linking sentences, the historical facts and other characters' words, is a composition of pieces from different songs.

On the other hand, I wanted it to be as historically accurate as possible, as a matter of fact, the places, the facts, the characters and their words are rather trustworthy.

It took me a lot of months to choose each sentence from all those songs!

The quotes are taken from songs by several artists, among which:

Vic Mignogna, Red, Taylor Swift, One Republic, Nine Lashes, Tiziano Ferro, Fall Out Boy, The Afters, Breaking Benjamin, The Skillet, The Three Days Grace, Nickelback, The Evanescence, Bring me the Horizon, Imagine Dragons, Thirty Seconds to Mars, Mumford and Sons, Sleeping at Last, The Rasmus, Hozier,...

I am really curious to know what your favourite lines are!

The Fight Inside

Where once was light, now darkness falls.
Where once was love, love is no more...

"England, you surely are conscious of the importance of holding Stirling Castle, since it commands the route north into the Scottish Highlands."

I have been urgently summoned before my King, Edward II of England.

"Of course, Your Majesty."

"As expected from you. It seems it has recently been besieged by Robert the Bruce's brother, Edward Bruce. The keeper of the castle, Philip Mowbray, has promised Bruce that unless the castle is relieved by us in a short time, it will be returned to the Scots."

"I understand. May I ask what I am supposed to do, considering the circumstances?"

"We cannot permit to lose such a salient location, besides the Scots challenged us," asserts he.

"You know your duties and responsibilities, hence: I vow to thee, my country, the service of my love; I require you to go and fight against the army of Bruce. You know, your brother Scotland is getting quite vexing for the safety of our land."

Fighting. Again. Although I altogether disagree and I wish I could refuse, I can't. I can't either forbear or gainsay the person I am talking to, I cannot debase the liaison between a country and the respective King because I know the kind of love he is mentioning.

The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test, that lays upon the altar, the dearest and the best; the love that never falters, the love that pays the price, the love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.

"I ensure that I shall do my utmost in order to remove everything that encumbers on the land of your Majesty," I acquiesce as I bow to the King.

I turn to leave the room, looking at the long-haired man sitting on the throne, he stares back proudly and I quit the room.

Edward II's appearance is similar to his father's great stature and drooping eyelid, yet he lacks the drive and ambition of his forebear. His main interest is in entertainment, though he also takes pleasure in athletics and mechanical crafts. Edward I, on the other hand, was an ideal king, though not loved by his subjects, he was feared and respected. He satisfied all the expectations of kingship in his role.

These Wars with Scotland began years ago and, under the command of Edward I, I was successful, having won victories like the one at Dunbar. The removal of John Balliol from the throne of Scotland also contributed.

Scotland...my brother...we are constantly endeavoring to prevail over the other, and having another fight won't appease our enmity. It will just engender many other wars and deaths of citizens.

We just tear down the walls and the home that our jealousy built. Why is it always the smallest things that tear us down?

You and I walk a fragile line, I know I can't take one more step towards you, because all that's waiting is regret. We're from different worlds with one shared memory that carelessly deletes and draws the same history. Haunted by the past, a nightmare that seemed so unreal. I wish that I could go back time and spare the pain that we both feel. And now we've changed, things will never be the same...
We were foolish then, but our trials served to make us strong. When did it all turn into lies?

If heaven's grief brings hell's rain, then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday.

Wishing I could go back, when everything was easier and meaningful to me. Holding back the life that I've denied for so long like it were the answer. Can I find my way to you?

We built a tall tower towards the sun, took some words, built a wall and called it love.
And somewhere in all the talking, the meaning faded out, brick by brick we started crumbling...will I find you when it falls? All we needed was time but now time will destroy us. Experience doesn't change anything because what brings us closer in time, are now the damages and not the years anymore. No matter how we try, it's too much history. Too many bad notes playing in our symphony.

But could you tell me how this will end?

Conscience is a faint, unpleasant sound; there's a lie for every truth...when you were mine, was I for you? Damn it, I hope you didn't fake it...

Every word's a trap to your lies, you're my impostor and I'm a shadow lost deep inside. There's no use to try and suppress because it's always there, reminding the one wound that never forgets, open and undying, always alive, always inside.

Behind a shadow of smiles and cautious gestures, our days are passed struggling, and even if I can no longer stand the pain, it hurts me to dedicate to you my resentment.

If we only could get over all the wasted pride, just face the truth and give up the conflict; if I only could find the strength to kill the memories...these empty pages never turn.

I can't remember how you lost me.
Or how I lost you.

"I vow to thee my country" is a British patriotic song of the twentieth-century, so Edward II couldn't have said it.

Thanks for reading! I will upload very soon!

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