Welcome to a new story and even a new couple I am trying out for the first time, Now this story is a mix of FRUK and Scotland X France but to be clear its pro France X Scotland, so if you don't like this couple please don't read, I have plenty of FRUK available to read if this is the case. WARNING This story will also contain swearing, flirting, possible sexual themes, Mpreg and some historical or political arguing between Scotland and England so please don't leave me nasty messages on the matter, its only for the story so please enjoy and if not please don't read. Thank you and multiple chapters are already written and waiting to be edited.

This story is in script form as it was written by myself and Vanti my writing partner so I hope you don't find the layout and sentences confusing, they are in order of who played who so two scenes can often be going on at once.


Arthur; come on it's not that big and scary * walking towards a castle during a storm like its normal*

Francis: This looks like a cliché scene from a movie where we enter an old haunted castle *trying to cover his hair with a jacket*

Arthur: Well thats why I don't come here often * knocks on the front door, waits a few minutes and then let's himself in*

Alistair; oi! I always tell ya wipe yer feet before letting herself in!

Ollie: *reading a book next to the fire place* Not that it will do any difference. The floors need to be washed anyways

Kenneth: *yelling from upstairs* OY! IS ARTHUR HERE!?

Francis: I didn't know.. Your brothers were going to be here.. ^^'

Alistair; I swear I'll kill ya if you bad mouth my castle again ollie or I'll let you walk home * grinding teeth together and snatches Francis' and Arthur's coats off of them before it makes a mess and puts them in a radiator*

Francis: Merci Allistar ^^'

Kenneth: *runs downstairs* I dibs cooking dinner!

Arthur: =M='... I wanted to cook... they always do this

Alistair: *Sighs*... Kenneth...you know the routine... We all cook that's what mum agreed since Arthur always caused a fuss

Kenneth: *pouts* Aw man. Arthur why do you have to ruin everything!

Alistair; *mumbles* cause he is the needy, stubborn brother...

Arthur; I heard that... * looks to Francis* you'll suggest my cooking right?

Francis: Ehhhh... Only if burnt soup is considered a first class dish

Alistair: * laughs* he agrees, fine Arthur and Francis no cooking for you two today, you just got here afterall, I'll show ya around the castle *smoking and walking towards a stone staircase up this way*

Arthur; =M=' I know where it is jeez...I'll take Francis there

Alistair; don't get snappy at me Arthur, don't make me put earmuffs on ma's urn

Francis: Les garçon ^^' calmer vous s'il the plait

Arthur:... * Calms down and follows Alistair*

Alistair; * walks upstairs, down a hallway and then another set of stairs* here is your floor, it has a bathroom, two bedrooms and a small laundry room and dont be loud cause ollie has his room up here

Arthur; what are you assuming Francis and I will do to make that much noise!?

Francis: Hon hon hon~ don't worry about it mon ami

Ollie: OmO I feel uncomfortable...

Alistair; not under my roof you won't =n=' anyway get settled and unpack * walks to the staircase and slips on a rather shiny and neat pair of shoes delicately placed before the stairs in a manner Briton would be most disappointed making Alistair fall down the entire set of stairs*

Arthur; OxO...

Francis: By the way why did you bring me here Angleterre? I don't see any reason to be here exactly ^^'

Arthur;... I brought you here cause my brother's are annoying =M=

Alistair; ARTHUR! I RECOGNIZE THOSE SHOES! *slowly getting up with both hands but one is wracked in pain and he flops back down on it yelling in agony*

Francis: O-O Est-tu correct Écosse? (Écosse is Scotland in French)

Arthur; of course he is fine * smiles and waves it off as he goes to his room to unpack*

Alistair; that little shit broke my arm *gets up with his good arm and takes a tartan scarf tying it into a sling and looks to his brothers*... Spit in his dinner =-='

Ollie: Gladly.

Kenneth: Oy! Ally! Did y'a tumble?

Francis: *walks into his room * Wow... C'est très beau starts unpacking things

Alistair; I may have slipped on a pair of shoes ma always put aside for the idiot upstairs... Again... *walks to the kitchen* ill just put some cream on it and it will be back to normal

Arthur; *finished unpacking and walks to France's room sighing and propping himself on the bed* they haven't scared you off yet have they?

Francis: Non not yet. I'm rather entertained to be honest.

Kenneth: I'll put some REALLY hot spices in Arthur's salmon. He'll get a Big Bang outta that

Arthur; O-o what is that supposed to mean?

Alistair; =M=' you mean my toilet will...hell naw I ain't cleaning that! Just spit in it or something alright * sits down and seems agitated from pain*

Francis: I haven't seen some of your brothers in a very long time, let alone all of you out in one house.

Ollie: Oy Alistair. Do you need any pain medication or maybe some ice?

Arthur;... You've met my brother's before? I mean maybe glanced at them before I guess *seems annoyed at that*

Alistair; * looks back at ollie giving him a death glare and then looks back to his arm*... I'm fine

Ollie: * rolls his eyes* Oh stop being a wuss. *grabs an ice pack* it's not like you have anyone to impress.

Francis: I don't know Ireland and Wales very much.. But me and Scotland use to know each other quite well.

Alistair;... Fine... *huffs* can you phone a doctor for me...my arm is broken...

Arthur;... How well *narrows eyes*

Ollie: *gives Alistair the icepack* Alright just give me a moment. *takes the phone and starts dialling a phone number*

Francis: Oh you know.. Just as friends. *thinks:* why did I bring this up..

Alistair: *hangs head down and leans on his healthy elbow* stupid shoes...I've not broken a bone in hundreds of years

Arthur; good...remember I'm the important one, you stay with me

Kenneth: The last time that I recall you breaking a bone you were crying like a baby!

Francis: *looks a little surprised* Arthur? Est-tu jaloux?

Alistair: =M=' I WAS a kid...

Arthur; of course I'm not! Why would I, I'm the best out of all my brother's anyway * smiles nervously*

Kenneth: I remember how you were claiming to be a strong man that never cries! Then y'a tumbled and broke the exact same arm! You were crying a river! *laughs*

Ollie: *Reading a book* get back to cooking would y'a.

Francis: *chuckles* Tu est jaloux~

Alistair; don't remind me =-=' *sighing* just cause yer the oldest doesn't mean you didnae cry either, just we weren't born tae see it

Arthur; =M=! I am not! You love me right?

Kenneth: Never cried once in my life =3= *burns hand on the stove * AHH! MOTHER OF GOD THAT BURNS! QnQ OLLIE GET ME SOME ICE!

Ollie: I'm busy *flips page of the book he's reading*

Francis: Bien sûr~

Alistair; *chuckles and stands up giving Kenneth his ice pack* here ya big baby have mine *puts it on the burn*

Arthur; good =3= you are loyal to me and only me forever

Kenneth: T^T thanks Alli... Can we never bring this up again?

Francis: Don't you think you're moving too quickly

Alistair: *smirks* sure thing now dinner, ollie you phoned that doctor yet?

Arthur;... You arent completely committed to me =-= knew it, it's my brother's isn't it

Ollie: I can't a connection with this storm.

Francis: Quoi?! Non non non! Since when were your brother part of this?

Alistair; *groans* fine * walks to the kitchen and takes a pan out with his good arm and begins cooking* We will just continue then, Kenneth you just sit there and don't touch the stove * snickers*

Arthur; when you mentioned my brother!

Kenneth: Fine T^T ... I guess I'll chop vegetables

Ollie: Yes Ken. Cut off a finger while you're at it

Francis: This isn't anything between us nor was there ever!

Alistair; aye he is right *laughs* don't even try tae cook, your flustered and agitated, though you could get the girls upstairs tae come down

Arthur;... Fine I'll trust you *puffs cheeks out in a huff, suspicious since France and Scotland are the same age*

Kenneth: *groans* Fine. *walks out of the kitchen and runs upstairs*

Francis: *sighs and continues unpacking* good... *hears Kenneth running up the stairs*

Alistair; *feels strange and looks down seeing his tartan scarf covered in blood, his eyes widen and he looks to Ollie not wanting to stress him out* uhh did you hear that? I think my horse is needin some more hay be back in a min *hurries outside*

Arthur; =M='...great...what do you want * calls to outside*

Ollie: But I alre- sighs Alright. *keeps an eye on the food*

Kenneth: *lets himself in* Guess who burned their hand?

Alistair; shit shit! *walks out in the rain to the side of the castle and slides his back down the side*... What would da do... *gives a light chuckle* forget that I'm doing what he would be doing...

Arthur: =_=... You?

Kenneth: *nervous laugh* Yup! ^^' Also, Alistair wants you two to come downstairs now.

Francis: D'accord ^^' Thanks for telling us..

Alistair; *closes his eyes and begins to relax falling asleep in the rain*

Arthur; alright * stands up and walks out the room not waiting for Francis and takes his shoes off at the the stairs this time*

Kenneth: ... Y'a said something didn't y'a?

Francis: ... Oui... *stands and walks out of the room making his way to the kitchen with Kenneth*

Kenneth: Oy Ollie! Where did Alistair go?

Ollie: We went to tend to the horses.

Francis: In the rain?

Ollie: He really likes his horses.

Arthur; * shrugs* he is always weird and strange... *sits down at the dining table* what is for dinner?

Alistair; *wakes up pale and soaking wet*

Ollie: Salmon and chips.

Francis: *thinks:* What an interesting selection of foods ^^'

Alistair; *walks back in and coughs with his trousers caked in mug from the stables and shirt soaked abs*... Horses are fine

Arthur; bloody hell! Your filthy! Get changed and see a doctor

Arthur; *Sighs and stands up rolling his sleeves*... I'll try and help him to bed, please tell me someone has medical experience besides me

Ollie: I have a little.. Doesn't your French boyfriend have some?

Arthur; he isn't my boyfriend * looks pissed off * and I doubt he can look at blood without fainting

Alistair; *Arthur was ranting soo much he already made his way to his bedroom and was undergoing the problem of getting his wet clothes off*

Francis: *found some towels but quickly realized that he was lost* Merde... *walks around for a while before noticing a room that has a light turned on . mumbles:* Might be Kenneth. He can tell me where to go, *allows himself in and notices Alistair trying to get his clothes off* OxO Je m'excuse. *How rude of me to forget to knock on the door.*

Alistair; hmmp? *looks to Francis dazed * naw it's okay *in the darkness of the room he almost looked like Arthur facially from the lack of the shining red colour showing through the shadows* can ya help me...my arm is broken and I can't get my shirt off around it

Francis: hm? D'accord *walks over and helps Alistair take his shirt off, sees the wound and bites his lip* That's not good.. I'll go get some disinfectant and bandages. *wraps Alistair in the blanket before making his way towards the door*

Alistair; wait!...don't go...

Francis: *stops and turns around* Is there anything else you need? *puts on a smile*

Alistair;... C..can you wait with me and let my brother's get that stuff... *tear up alittle* last time I was in this position was when my ma was around...I miss her, can you keep me company

Francis: *looks a little shocked* .. D'accord. *walks back into the room and sits down on the bed*

Alistair;... Thanks...wait... Mecci or something? Is that what you say? * smiles and knows he probably got it wrong cause he tried to say merci*

Francis: *chuckles* Merrci. You have to roll the 'r's

Alistair; *smiles* Merci *says it perfectly*

Francis: Bravo! Wow you actually got it right! *smiles* Remember when I use to try to teach you but you could never get it right

Alistair; yeah * lightly chuckles* but I did that just to tease you, I wish I could learn your language properly, it's a beautiful language *holds Francis' hand* maybe I'll have to try and learn again

Francis: *feels his heart beat a little faster* O-oui ^^' maybe I can try to teach you again

Alistair; I would love that *in the dark he looks like a happier and more appreciating Arthur only giving Francis compliments* Arthur hasn't been dragging you around has he?

Francis: O-of course not gently *pulls his hand away* he's nice to have around. Although I do wish he would stop denying our relationship to other people. ^^'

Alistair; ah I was wondering about that * looks hand * sorry was I alittle cold or bloody? *laughs* no matter, thanks for the company atleast, can't see why my bro would deny his relationship anyway, romance is something to savour and treasure not to hide and ignore pretending it doesn't exist, isn't that right?

Francis: Oui! That's exactly what I've been trying to tell Arthur! *flops down on the bed and closes his eyes* I don't understand why he wants to keep it hidden...

Alistair;...well my Glenngary is off tae ya up with that for all these years, your stronger than I could be, how can you still love him through that?

Francis: *lets out a half-hearted chuckle* Je ne suis pas sûre.. Love works in ways that people will never understand.. Like no matter how much someone hurts you, you can't just suddenly stop loving them

Alistair;... Je vous aime

Francis: *opens eyes and quickly sits up* Q-quoi?! You're serious? *face is flushed and heart is racing*

Alistair: ahh! *breathes through his clenched teeth, the Frenchman's sudden action causes the bed to move hurting his arm* aye i mean it, boy you move fast

Francis: Sorry ^^' I didn't mean to hurt your arm... *looks down and bite his lip* I... I'm sorry Alistair. I'm in a relationship with your brother. I can't just leave him..

Alistair; I understand that and I've come to terms with this * smiles almost like Francis accepted his confession even though he knows full well he didn't*

Francis: *looks over at Alistair and couldn't help but feel bad, thinks: Why am I so conflicted about this? I've had many people ask me out and I've declined their offers without a problem... Why am I so bothered about this*... Look Alistair-

Kenneth: *runs into the room with a smile on his face* Alli! There you are! I was wondering where you ran off to! *looks at Francis and his smile grows larger* Thanks for keeping an eye on him while I was trying to find him! I got the bandages!

Alistair; thanks kenneth now come here *takes the bandages and cuts a long strand off and wraps it around kenneth's burnt hand * remember to take care of yourself too, as elder brothers we gotta stay healthy to keep the peace *chuckles * now you can wrap me up

Kenneth: *smiles and wraps Alistair's arm* Geez I wonder who will end up hurt next *chuckles*

Alistair; no one if I can help it, I don't want to clean blood oot of ma carpet * shakes his head with a smile* I think my arm is broken, I wish Arthur would put his shoes away...out of all the soldiers he sent to Scotland to kill me his shoes accomplished more wounds on me

Kenneth: *laughs* Crazy ain't it?! *finishes wrapping Alistair's arm*

Ollie: *walks into the room* Oy! Supper's ready.

Alistair;... It was meant to be dinner...

Ollie: R-right... *has been watching too much American television but would never admit it* Whatever just hurry along would you?

Francis: Alright ^^' *stands up and walks out of the room*

Kenneth: Woo! ^^ *runs out of the room*

Ollie: *waits till Francis and Kenneth are gone* ... Looks like y'a do have an eye on someone.

Alistair; what are you blabbing on about =_=

Ollie: I've seen it too many times *leans against the doorway with a smirk* You like the Frenchman don't you?

Alistair: of course I do *smiles* he is my longest and almost only ally, I have been by his side supporting him atleast 500 years longer than Arthur even claims to date, I gifted him my Queens in protection and my supplies

Ollie: You've got yourself in quite the pickle didn't y'a bud.

Alistair; I don't see it like that though I'm just going to keep my distance unless little English boy lays his hands on my greatest ally, Arthur gained my support through blood but Francis gained it from trust and respect, I know which one I would lay a hand on at this moment

Ollie: You older folk sure are complicated. C'me on. Dinner's ready. *leaves the room and makes his way downstairs*

Alistair; * smiles and slowly stands up walking downstairs with a loose bandaged up arm carefully still at his side* what did ya manage to cook

Arthur; =M=' salmon and potatoes...it wasn't that nice...next time I cook got it

Kenneth: It's better then your burnt rocks =w=

Ollie: *holds in his laughter*

Francis: *hiding the grin on his face*

Alistair: *snickers* alright that's enough, I'm in no mood to split up any fights between you and Arthur * he says looking to Ollie* I might retire to my bed early tonight if you can watch them Kenneth *begins eating and quickly finishes*

Arthur; =M='... He starts the fights...

Kenneth: Why is Ollie in change? He isn't even the oldest.

Ollie: I'm more mature then all of your combined that's why. No offence Francis.

Francis: ^^' None taken.. *nervous chuckle*

Alistair: =M='... I said Kenneth your in charge while looking at Ollie...

Kenneth: yessss.

Ollie: But he's got the intelligence of a pineapple =m=

Alistair; and you lost to him what does that say * smiles* aww calm down Ollie * whispers to Ollie* I'm only making him in charge because he can't handle not winning unlike you, take it like a man the way da taught you alright *ruffles the Irishman's hair*

Arthur; =_=' I'm not in the running for in charge?

Alistair; =M='... I still have that image of you as a child putting a pencil up your nose...naw your not in the running... That picture terrifies me that you lead us

Ollie: Just leave it be =3=

Kenneth: Okay guys! Let's eat already!

Alistair; I just did? * raises an eyebrow * We could eat anytime you wanted *stands up taking his plate away* ill be upstairs relaxing if any of me walks away

Arthur: *looks to Francis* can you eat this food?

Francis: *takes a bite of the fish* ... Yeah. ^^' *thinks:* It's not the best, but it's not toxic either..

Kenneth: *finishes his plate in a matter of seconds* Done! ^^

Arthur; well alright, we can cook something later if we need to *continues playing with his food*

Shuggy; * a deerhound whimpering for food by Ollie's side*

Ollie: =_= *takes a piece of fish and gives it to the poor dog* Ken you're going to have a stomach cramp.

Kenneth: No I'm not!

Francis: *notices Arthur isn't eating ... whisper to Arthur* Is something wrong?

Arthur: *whispers* I just don't like the food here that's all...I'll be fine frog...

Shuggy; *barks and jumps up hugging Ollie, being his height when he sits down the dog manages to lick the Irishman's face*

Ollie: SHUGGY NO! *chair tips over, in attempt to save himself from falling the try's to grabs the table but ends up flipping over his plate making the food scatter everywhere. he ends up falling to the floor with food all over him* =_=

Shuggy; *licking up the food along with Alistair's 5 other dogs*

Arthur;... If they were women you would be all set Ollie =_=

Kenneth: *laughing so much that he practically rolling on the floor*

Ollie: SHUT UP! OmO OW! Don't step there you dog!

Arthur; im going to go to my room before those filthy dogs even turn to look at me, this suit is not for dog hairs to crawl on. Good day * walks off to his room*

Shuggy; * barks and looks up face covered in food seeing Kenneth... staring at him thinking of running over*

Kenneth: HAHAHA- OmO OWWW STOMACH CRAMP!

Ollie: I told you so! *struggling to get back up*

Francis: ^^' I'm going to go as well. Thanks for the diner.* finished half of it and gave the rest to the dogs, runs to catch up to Arthur* Allo Arthur~

Arthur; huh? * looks back to Francis* oh good your joining me, I know my brothers slack off too much it's very unprofessional

Francis: Oh they're just having fun messing around. There's no problem with that

Arthur:... *makes no comment and continues to walk to his room* did you catch up to me to arrange some plans or Something?

Francis: Well. I was thinking that we could just spend some time together that's all. ^^

Arthur; doing what? *turns to Francis*

Francis: Tu sais, snuggling, kissing... Something intimate maybe~

Arthur; O-o no...! Jeez uhh... *blushes and backs off into his room slowly*

Alistair; *sticks his head out of his door while leaning his body on the doorframe smoking* go on arthur~ give the Frenchman a cuddle and a kiss, he came here all the way for you *grins* don't make me push you against him

Francis:* thinks: * Geez Alistair what are you doing? Non non c'est correct. I might've been rushing things.* looks at Arthur and smiles* I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pressure you in anyway ^^'

Arthur;... *looks at his brother annoyed and runs over to Francis lightly kissing him on the cheek and then running off to his room*

Alistair; there you got a little thank you *smiles and walks back into his room.*

Francis: *smiles, thinks:* At least it's something~, *walks into his room*

Alistair; oi hang on a sec Frenchman, get in here! I need your opinion, you know arty stuff

Francis: Hm? D'accord *walks into Alistair's room*

the room was tall and bright with stained glass windows, the walls mounted with ancient artifacts like swords, flags, uniforms and of course paintings, the floor was a deep red carpet while the walls were a crimson colour, the bed against the wall and to the center was curtained and silk

Alistair; *standing infront of an large painting leaning against his wardrobe he hummed holding a small paintbrush compared to the size if canvas mounted on a golden tinged frame* do you think they look realistic enough? *the painting was of a beautiful blond haired woman with bright green eyes known only as the kirkland's mother while on her right behind her shoulder was a tall red headed man with a glare similar to Arthur's grumpy face and strong green eyes known as their father Caledonia* what do you think?

Francis: *stares at the picture in awe* ... What do I think? This is absolutely amazing! C'est magnifique!

Alistair; *looks to Francis in disbelief* really?! You think so?

Francis: Oui! I've seen so many pieces of art out there. This is better them some that I see in museums!

Alistair; now your just trying to flatter me *laughs and puts his paintbrush down* it has taken me many years to do though and it's still not complete * stands up and looks at the painting Properly* you know Arthur always reminded us of da even though he wasn't around after Arthur's birth

Francis: *studies the painting and nods* He does look like him in many ways.

Alistair; im sure da would have loved Arthur the most out of all of us, though he was defeated by Rome early on

Francis: I'm sorry to hear that... Arthur never really told me about your family before...

Alistair; he wouldn't would he...ma loved him the most and no doubt da would have, WHY! Why must he be the favourite in everything! pissed off WHY CANT WE BE EQUALLY ENTITLED! * throws a sword from the wall at the painting and stands there panting * what did I inherit from my family... A couple of rusty swords from da and my appearance

Francis: Calmez vous! I'm sure there's more than just rusty swords...

Alistair; *his green eyes glowing with uncontrolled magic, he started to calm down and he slowly went back to normal and upon seeing the painting torn he bit his lip and pulled the sword out desperately trying to mend the painting* im sorry I hope my brother's didnae hear that

Francis: *gives Alistair a sympathetic look and pats him on the shoulder* I have a feeling you've been keeping that bottled up for a while ^^'

Alistair;... You know your Joan...the one England killed

Francis: *bites his lip* ... Yeah? What about her?

Alistair; he has done that to me more than 5 times! He slaughtered my Queen, he slaughtered William Wallace! He slaughtered my ancient language and yet here I am giving him my spare room and feeding him dinner! Just...because ma told me to...he disembowled ny chances of being independent and free...

Francis: *sighs* I could never really understand how you feel. I've been independent for my whole life... But loosing someone you care about. Heck, your queen was practically French. She was a nice lady... It's such a shame... She didn't deserve it

Alistair; what about the other Queens people forget! I've had atleast 10 royals die in their first weeks of being born because they were a threat to the English for independence huh!... I don't know if I can contain this anymore... *eyes glowing green again*

Francis:* looks at Alistair in the eyes* Look you need to calm down.. Please. I know you're angry but anger isn't going to get you anywhere.

Alistair; *quickly Calms down*... I need to see my brother's...they always help when I'm like this...excuse me.. *hurries past him down the stairs*

where the sword struck the painting it was visible that the sword was halfway through the wall behind it too

Francis: *bites his lip mumbles* such a beautiful painting... *sighs* ... *takes a needle and some thread*

meanwhile

Ollie and Kenneth are sitting on the chesterfield, frowning, with their hair messier then usual

Alistair; *walks downstairs eyes still glowing green from his rage earlier, all the Kirkland brothers possessed the same green eyes and magic qualities some stronger than others* yo want to drink whiskey together I need to relax... *takes a shot glass out of the cupboard and grips it soo tightly it breaks into thousands of pieces*... Guess in still angry

Ollie: Having Mum issues?

Kenneth: What kind of question is that captain obvious?

Alistair; *growls* It's not ma issues! * launches a shot glass at Ollie with his magic in frustration*

Ollie: *dodges it* woah woah there. We're suppose to be drinking from the glasses not throwing them

Alistair; *eyes widen* at what he did I'm sorry Ollie...didnae mean to take it out on you...knew this would happen when I finished that bloody painting

Ollie: Aye it's fine. It's not as bad as that time where Kenneth-

Kenneth: OY! We do not speak of that time. We agreed on this Ollie.

Alistair: *smiles and laughs at Kenneth and ollie* you two me up ye idiots, I love you guys

Kenneth: Love y'a too you little rascal. Now pass me a shot would y'a!

Ollie: Don't get drunk this time Ken. I am not cleaning up your mess again =_=

Alistair; you talking piss or vomit here Ollie cause my carpet doesn't want either *pouring shots*

Kenneth: =3= it was only that one time!

Ollie: Yeah. That one time you actually remembered. The rest of the times you blamed it on the dogs.

Alistair; my dogs do nothing of the sort *slides a shot to each brother * they are gentle little whippersnappers *lets Shuggy lick a few bits of alcohol into his mouth before he drinks it down in one*

Ollie: *drinks one down* another one please

Kenneth: *attempts to flip the alcohol down like his younger brothers but choke on the drink * GAK! *coughing*

Alistair; =_=... Kenneth I think you've had enough

Kenneth: What?! But it's my first one! C'me on Al gimme another chance!

Alistair; * groans and pours his brothers another one each* come here Shuggy come to papa~! *lets the giant dog sit in his lap* your my soul mate aren't ya buddy! *pets him and lets him drink shot glass*

Ollie: That's gross mate!

Kenneth: Oh come on the poor pups gonna be sick!

Ollie: oh please the dog can hold his alcohol better then you can!

Kenneth: OmO That's not true! *gulps down the shot*

Alistair; stop arguing over my dog =M= this dog is my life * petting it till it growls contently* it knows it's limit, besides I live in this huge castle alone

Ollie: Aye *speaks in a hushed voice* but he wishes he had the Frenchman with him

Kenneth: Ohhhhhhh is that so

Alistair; *Sighs* look guys that isnae gonna happen, ma even told me I probably wasnt going to get married or have kids, I'm more of a fighter and leader than peaceful

Kenneth: Oh a fighter y'a say! *whispers to Ollie* Maybe he's one in bed too

Ollie: *slams fist on the table trying to hold back the giggles coming from his mouth* SHUT IT WOULD YA!

Alistair; =w=' don't make me send my dogs on you...and yes I'm great in bed of course

Lassie; *wanders upstairs and finds Francis Barking cheerfully for a pet*

Ollie: *spits out the shot he was drinking down* DAMN IT AL!

Kenneth: *laughing*

Francis: *jumps a little from the sudden scare the dog gave him, turns around and looks at the dog* ... Alright fine *pets the dog behind the ears*

Alistair; *laughs* what? Wasn't like I was gonna say I'm awful shite in bed am I?

Lassie; *almost purrs as she is pet and leans into his hand*

Ollie: Well of course not bud! I just wasn't expecting it!

Francis: *using a puppy dog voice* Tu est très adorable~ Oui tu l'ai, Oui tu l'ai! (You are so adorable. Yes you are. Yes you are (It doesn't sound as stupid when you're saying it irl XD))

Alistair; I'm thinking...Maybe I'll adopt a baby or I dunno...get a roommate...I'm starting alittle lonely and I can't have you all here 24/7

Lassie: * wags her tail and snuggles into him*

Kenneth: Don't adopt a kid, they'll end up dying from old age before you look a day older.

Francis: Tu est une belle chiot ^^ *stops Lassie and turns back around* Mais je doit finir quelque chose *continues to carefully stich up the painting that Alistair had slashed with a sword*

Alistair;...Kenneth I'm lonely...

Lassie; * jumps on Alistair's bed and cuddles into it with a soft toy in her mouth*

Kenneth: *sighs* I know buddy...* pats Alistair on the shoulder* Why don't y'a come see me once and a while, you can also visit Ollie

Ollie: *had been pouring himself shots and lost count of how many he's drank* heh heh... Yup!

Francis: *smiles at the small companionship he has and continues stitching the painting. The stitching doesn't look obvious and is very well done*

Alistair; I guess * tries to smile and ignore his drunk brother from across the table* just feels different though

Lassie; * fallen asleep on her master's bed*

Kenneth: *smiles sympathetically at Alistair* You'll find someone.. I know it.

Francis: *finishes stitching* Fini! ^^ I did a better job then I thought I would! ... *realizes that he didn't get permission to fix it or alter the painting * OwO;;, merde I hope he likes it.. *sighs and looks over at the sleeping dog* ^^ She's so cute

Alistair;... Kenneth your older than me and you still haven't...how can you be so sure *smirks knowing he will hear an excuse in a minute*

Arthur; *walks over to Francis' room half asleep and knocks on the door not knowing he isn't in there * Francis?

Kenneth: =3= I'm old and wise that's why

Ollie: HA! No! You're just... Old! OH! And and and stupid! *bursts out laughing and falls off his chair*

Francis: *hears his name being called* hm? Oh merde... *looks outside of Alistair's room and sees Arthur ... sneaks out of the Scot's room and carefully walks up next to Arthur* Arthur?

Alistair; =_=... *staring at Ollie* and that was the worst insult ever...just keep drinking lad, it keeps yet mouth shut

Arthur; *screams like a woman and jumps slapping Francis from the scare* what the!? Francis!?

Francis: Ouch! Oui c'est moi.. Sorry about that...

Ollie: Will do~! *tries to get up but passes out from exhaustion*

Kenneth: Ha! And he told me not to get drunk. How silly

Arthur; where did you come from!? I knocked on your door and you appeared behind me!?

Alistair; I told both of you not to get drunk *glares at Kenneth*

Francis: I had to go to the bathroom...

Kenneth: Pffff. How about you don't get drunk. *takes another shot*

Arthur:...from my brother's room *glaring with arms crossed and foot tapping in a threatening way* well then answer me?

Alistair; I'm not needs to carry your huge arse across the threshold *laughs watching his brother act ridiculous*

Francis: *sighs* I was asked my opinion on a painting your brother made. Thats why I was in there.

Kenneth: *acts extremely offended* Excuse you! My arse is not fat!

Arthur;... You talking about that stupid family portrait one *puffs cheeks out annoyed* I could do better! jealous

Alistair; how would you know from what I can tell you've probably drank enough for me to look like some sexy lass or something and don't lie to me, I want to know from 1 to 10 how likely you'll hump my leg and cry for my affection


Thank you for reading the story and I hope there are some fans out there looking for Scotland X France because I know I was looking for a long time and just needed something to be out there in multiple long chapters. We already have 5 chapters written of the same length so hoping with support, views or fans that I will submit the other chapters quicker than expected. I must remind readers that I do not own Hetalia or any of their characters and this is a purely a fan made story. And Please PLEASE do not leave messages on the topic of Scottish independence or British Politics, this is for fun not for Hate messages.

Being a story we made off from the top of our heads it is alittle rustic and there could be multiple typo's and mistakes made but please try to look past them and guess their corrections as this wasn't expected to be a story ill submit in the first place. Thank you.

Kirklands.