New Scotland and England fic YAAAY

Scotland is Fem in this story so its a Hetero couple fic

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Darkpheonix666

It had been at least 100 years since then; or perhaps even more than that. Since the day England met Scotland thus beginning the unison of the two countries. Back then nobody would have thought they would actually fall in love.

She had been the most beautiful girl England had ever seen; with her fiery red hair and piercing green eyes. While many would not have believed it they were actually quite similar in some senses.

They could both could see and talk to magical beings that others could not. They were both plagued with ghosts from their history and carried more wounds from their past that they didn't let others see.

Many of the other countries had found their arranged marriage to be rather odd to put it bluntly. They seemed complete opposites in terms of personality and yet slightly alike.

She was wild untamed and fierce like an oncoming storm before battle. There were many countries that were scared of her because of this and tended to avoid her; even France got scared around her.

England was a polite, well mannered, well dressed aristocrat who put all his time and effort into becoming a fine ruler. He planned on conquering nations and showing his power so other would fear him. Later he became more rebellious and found such things as rock music, booze, trading and other such things. Some parts of his country were very good at tapestry and had good battle strategies.

Who knew that their marriage would become one of the strongest and most passionate affairs in history? One that even the gods themselves would be jealous of. Truly their love was something to be envied.

Flashback (childhood)

Scotland sat on a large boulder gazing out into the distance. She liked to come out to the meadows when she was troubled; it brought her peace. After the recent news she had been informed of it was much needed.

She had been told by her mother that she was to marry England upon reaching the age of 18. Their unison would be strong and they would defend their lands from enemies together.

Given how she was 14; that was only 5 years away. God she had better make up for that time before it slipped away. Her freedom would be limited after that; having to be a good wife for her husband *shudder*.

Scotland knew very little about England; only that he had green eyes like her and blonde hair. She had only caught glimpses of the boy when she visited his house to meet his parents. He seemed like a little sissy boy to her who only followed the rules and never got himself into too much trouble.

Being a young girl her parents would never leave her alone. She was treasured and protected by them like a fragile flower. But she was anything but; however she indulged in their affection.

"I Cannae min but I think his name was England" Scotland hummed thoughtfully; a very aristocratic and British name. She chuckled to herself in amusement. So her future husband was a posh, pompous Englishman? What a surprise he would get upon marrying her.

"I'm nae a princess who'll kiss his arse. I'm nae someone fae can just be tamed" Scotland sneered deviously. She was going to let him know exactly what he was getting himself into. She was a wild tomboy at heart and would never just obey for the sake of manners.

Suddenly she heard a rustling behind her and she got into defence stance quickly. She had been trained to fight since she was 4 to protect herself. She had remain a strong nation so enemy countries would not be able to beat her.

She expected to find a wild animal or perhaps even France trying to get friendly. Instead she was met with the very guy she had just been thinking about. How ironic.

"Um...Hi..." England said nervously holding his hands in front of him. He was warned she was fiery but it was kind of scary in person. He would make a mental note not to upset her in the future.

Scotland clicked her teeth crossly "Fae fucks sake; dinnae tell me your a stalker now too!" she snapped crossly. Had her parents sent him to come out here looking for her? Probably wanted to sugar her up and expect her to be all clingy.

She was aware that she was to become his wife someday; but she wanted to have her own life before then. Could she not spend any time alone anymore? Every other day her parents were going on about him; it got quite tiring.

England shivered nervously. He could tell from her tone that she really was annoyed; perhaps he should make this short. Given how he was the main source of most of her frustrations.

He was aware she wasn't too happy about becoming his wife; who would be at such a young age. But it was a binding unison and could not ever be broken; they would be each other's partner indefinitely.

He coughed awkwardly "I apologize for the bother I have put you in. I am aware you aren't happy about our current arrangement" he apologized nervously. He had been rather blown away himself and France had teased him about it mercilessly. However being the dedicated man that he was; he would follow through and try to be a good husband.

However he would not change her; that was not his intention. Regardless of the fact that would one day marry; he wanted her to be herself all the time. Being a carbon copy housewife was not appealing to him; it would grow old quickly.

Scotland laughed sarcastically "Aye; who widnae be. Never asked tae be fuckin married!" she scowled defensively. She wanted to fall in love by herself and meet someone she had romantic interests in. She barely knew this guy at all; yet one day she would be his wife.

England sighed gently; he knew that she was right. Their parents had decided this for them and they had no say in the matter. Of course she was going to be upset about it.

Suddenly one of his fairies landed on his shoulder gently. They could always sense when he was sad and came to comfort him. He smiled fondly and stroked her small head. She and her sisters always looked after him; making sure he was ok.

Scotland couldn't believe her eyes. This guy could also see and was friends with the faeries? "You! How ken ye!?..." she stammered loudly her voice filled with shock. How had her parents never told her about this?!

England looked at her curiously tilting his head to the side. Had he done something to upset her? Perhaps she found it unmanly for him to show such emotions. Did she prefer masculine mechanic brick wall like men?

Scotland scrabbled from her rock quickly almost falling over causing him concern. How had her parents never told her he could also see magical beings? She rushed up to him and pointed at him with her finger "Thare! That wee fairy! Ye can see em too!" she yelled anxiously her tone hinting anger.

England blinked then smiled "Yes; ever since I was small. Mother says it's a natural gift I was born with. Guess we share that in common" he said smiling awkwardly. He never spoke about it with the other countries because they looked at him weird. But yes he could see them unite clearly and even communicate with them.

Scotland gazed at him in wonder. So someone else could see the creatures of magic; she thought she had been the only one. She had learned she had such abilities when she was just but a bairn; still innocent to the world.

Ireland could see only Leprechauns and believed in the luck of the clover. But he was unable to see any form of other magical being; however he was very superstitious so she paid him no mind.

He was the first country she met that was capable of such things. For years she had felt like she was alone and the only one. How ironic that her future husband was alike in that sense.

England saw her staring and smirked "What? You fallen for me now?" he teased cheekily. Who knew it would be that easy to do. Maybe he should have tried playing this card in the past during their brief encounters.

Scotland blushed and turned as red as her hair. God damn this little fuck-wit and his smart ass personality. "Dinnae be fuckin stupid! I'm just relieved!" Scotland snapped angrily. She really hadn't but she was relieved to meet someone like her.

She growled at him crossly. How was she to marry such a jerk? She bet he was a boring ass fucker too. Probably sat around all day reading books and acting like a gentleman. She walked past him crossly not looking him in the eye. She would go train when she got home to vent her anger.

Given she was a high classed member of the Mackintosh. Known for their superior hunting, music and tapestry skills; she had to act like a lady in public. However in truth she was far from it.

England watched the fiery auburn haired girl storm off. While her temper was truly scary; she was very pretty. He had never seen a girl like her; especially with those eyes of her.

"WAIT!" he cried out suddenly. He hadn't expected to cry out but he found himself doing so. He stood there like an idiot for a while wondering what the hell he was supposed to say to her.

Scotland stopped mid walk and turned to look at him blankly her expression annoyed. The fuck did he want now? Hadn't he bothered her enough today as it was?

England blushed redder than the tea he loved to drink. He coughed nervously "I...um...that is...can I see you again?" he asked nervously. He heard that she loved flowers and hunting. Perhaps they could go into the woods and explore together.

Scotland blinked surprised at his boldness but frowned "We've only just met an yer tryin tae get into ma pants?!" she snapped coldly. God they were still minors for god's sake; given puberty was awkward but 16 was the legal age for such things.

England blinked and realized what she was insinuating "What the blood hell?! I may be a man but I am no pervert madam!" he retorted crossly. Did she jump to conclusions this easily all the time?

Scotland glared at him "Awfy bad at lying aren't ye" she snapped hatefully. How dare he try and get fresh with her. She could see the want in his eyes right now as she spoke to her.

England glared at her angrily "I was simply hoping to take you out to explore the woodlands. Maybe pick some wild flowers and go foraging. Sorry for trying to be a bloody gentleman!" he snapped.

Before planning on approaching her he had done research on her hobbies. That way they could find things to do together as bonding. If she was just going to insult him and throw abuse nonstop then he wasn't going to bother. Why did she have to be such a moody cow?

Scotland blinked and stared at him. How did he know she liked flowers so much? "Ye...ye wad dee that for me?" she stammered shyly. She knew she wasn't the easiest to approach and her temper was very wild. However she was not truly a bad person.

England saw her surprised expression and nodded quietly. He really wanted to try and get to know her. I mean they were going to be married when they came of age.

Scotland felt the anger in her heart calm and a soft peace came about her. Before him any other guy that flirted with her only wanted to impress her. They tried to make her into something she wasn't and make her act like a lady. But England was trying to bond with her over something she actually liked.

A gentle breeze blew through them tossing her fiery locks over her shoulders. The flowers in the surrounding fields danced in the wind. "A...A will gladly tak ye up on yer offer. Seen as ye asked awfy nicely" Scotland said shyly. She did love wondering about the woods and exploring the wilderness.

England perked up and smiled "Really? I'm so glad to hear it" he said cheerfully. His cheeks hinted with a gentle hued blush. He never thought she would actually say yes! Maybe luck was on his side today after all.

Scotland blushed at his sudden uplift in attitude; her certainly could bounce back if he tried. "I'll see ye fore long...?" she questioned awkwardly. She had never known his human name only the name of his country which was England. She would need to learn it so she knew what to call him in the future.

England blinked "Oh...Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland" he said awkwardly trying to be polite. How had he forgotten to tell her his name? God his memory was awful given his young age.

Scotland smiled slightly "Isla...Isla Mackintosh" she said shyly her tone less intense. Maybe he wouldn't be such a bad fiancé after all.