Okay. I'm not sure how this works or anything. *Sweat drop* but here's some ScotEng for all you fans! *shot by everyone*
I don't own anything. (like normal, lol)
Just For Tonight
He really didn't know what he was thinking. The little brat was nothing that he ever wanted to take care of...
But it wasn't like he could just leave him in the cold.
England yawned and curled up tighter in his cloak, watching the Scotsman tiredly. Scotland looked over at him.
"Aye... alright. But just for tonight, lad." England's face went bright in a flash and ran and hopped on the bed. Scotland rolled his eyes and smiled as he took off his shirt. When he turned back, England was already asleep.
The Best
"Ohf!" England hit the ground, panting and holding his sword closer.
"Aye, lad, you need to pick up the pace!" Scotland said, holding his sword over his shoulder smirking. "If you are this slow everyone is going to step on-" he stopped as he saw a sword pointed at his throat and a blood drop off of England's chin.
"They won't step on me if I step on them first." England rasped. "Because, I learned from the best." England smirked as he looked up at Scotland.
"Aye, that ye did." Scotland grabbed Englands sword and swung it over his shoulder with his. "Thats enough fer today, lad. Come on." He looked down as he felt England slip his hand into his.
Sexual Tension
"How dare you, you wanker!"
"Kiss ass!"
"Ass hole!"
Wales looked over at Northern Ireland and sighed.
"When do you think they will stop this time?" He asked quietly not to get any attention drawn to them.
Northern Ireland shrugged, "When they realize they wanna fuck each other, or when they get rid of enough sexual tension."
Wales nodded in agreement and looked back at their older brothers who were now body slamming one another. "I think it will be the latter."
Bleeding Heart
Scotland froze as he saw the room before him. It was torn apart and a couple layed on the couch. One wore glasses and had that piece of hair that won't lay down. The other had thick eyebrows and beautiful green eyes. Both looked up when they saw the Scot. Having nothing to say or do, he fled the room. Just before he slammed the door of the house shut he heard a pitiful call of "Scotland?"
He ran until he couldn't run anymore. He ended up in the forest behind Englands house. He fell to his knees as he felt his heart rip open again and again.
A Rose and a Thorn
He never knew why roses were his favorite flower. They looked so pretty yet the thorns always hurt when you wanted to touch one. He thought he would never know why until he saw England pick one. He winced slightly as a thorn bit into his skin.
"Just like Scotland." He said quietly.
