"I hate this." Scotland huffed.

"Stop complaining." England told him as he set a glass of water onto the table.

The red haired Scotsman sat in bed with pillows between him and the headboard. A blue blanket covered him though one leg in a plaster cast stuck out from underneath.

"I'll complain all I want!" he retorted back. "This is all yer fault anyway!"

"MY fault?! I tried to warn you but you ignored me!"

Scotland had come home after working all morning. He had gone into the kitchen, kicked off his shoes, grabbed a bottle of scotch and a glass and poured himself a drink as he sat down and propped up his feet ready for a little relaxation.

Of course as luck would have it England walked in at that very moment.

And in the English mans mind the middle of the afternoon was NOT the time for drinking. Tea perhaps, but not scotch.

The result was one that anyone would predict.

"I dun care what ya say! I'll drink when I wanna drink!"

"I do not need you getting piss drunk in the middle of the afternoon while I'm working!" England argued making a grab at the bottle in Scotlands hand.

Scotland used his height to his advantage and held the bottle above his head out of Englands reach.

"I dun get piss drunk nearly as easily as ye, ya wee bairn." He said as he walked out of the room with the bottle still above his head as he headed for the stairs. "One er two glasses and yer on the floor babblin like a fool!"

"We are not talking about me we are talking about you!" he said angrily as he followed after his brother.

"If yer just gunna complain about it, then I'll jus be drinkin in my room!" he called back as he began climbing up the stairs.

"So that you can pass out and sleep the day away? I think not!" he yelled up the stairs.

"Dun care! I'm doin it anyway!" Scotland said as he poured scotch from the bottle into the glass he still had in his hand.

"Scotland wait!" England called after him sounding exasperated.

Scotland smirked, "I can't hear ye!"

"You idiotic git! Watch where you are going! You are about to step on-"

There was a loud howl was heard as Sctoland accidentally stepped on Englands Scottish fold. The sudden howl caused Scotland to pick up his foot suddenly putting the man off balance and falling backwards down the stairs.

After rolling over himself and ending up on the floor England leaned over him with the angry cat in his arms and a worried look. "Are you alright?"

Scotland hissed as he grabbed his leg, "Agh… Oh, I'm just peaches and cream WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK! CALL THE FUCKING HOSPITAL!"

That had been days ago and Scotland had had to get his leg put into a cast,then he had been stuck in the hospital for a few day, and even after he was released he was under doctors orders to stay in bed for the next few days. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact that Wales and North Ireland had made plans and the only one open to take care of him during his stay in bed was England. And he HATED it.

England held out his hand to Scotland. "Take this." He commanded.

Scotland looked over to see a vitamin in Englands hand.

"Why?" he asked frowning.

"Because you are in bed and you need to take plenty of vitamins so your leg heals faster." He told him holding the vitamin under his nose.

"Imma grown ass man, I dun need to take that shite." Scotland replied stubbornly.

England frowned. "If you want to get better you will take it. If not willingly then I will make you take it." He warned.

Scotland narrowed his eyes. "Ya wouldn't fuckin dare."

"Try me."

Scotland looked at his little brother than at the vitamin. He gave a resigned groan and put the vitamin in his mouth and drank it down with the glass of water. "There." He said putting the glass down on the bedside table. "I took it. Now ye can go."

England sighed. "For now." He turned and exited closing the door behind him.

"Finally." Scotland sighed as he reached under his pillow and pulled out a copy of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and began reading to bide the time.

In the back of his mind he was a little angry at England for getting him all riled up enough that he wouldn't notice his stupid brothers cat on the stairs.

This is all his fault. I wouldn't be stuck here if it weren't fer him. He thought frustratingly. Sitting still in bed wasn't something Scotland enjoyed doing. He did like sitting down and reading but being stuck in bed all day was very different.

A few hours lady, Scotland had Finished Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and had moved on to Treasure Island when there was a knock on the door. He quickly stashed the book under his pile of pillows. England was the last person he wanted to know about his love for literature. Some of the other nations had built up this manly image of him. America was an especially bad case. The boy seemed to get the idea that Scotland wore nothing but kilts and spent his days throwing giant wooden poles around or wrestling bears.

England seemed to assume that Scotland was this big oaf who cared more about drinking and fighting than anything else and the Scotsman worried that if the Englishman ever learned of his love of literature then he would mock him and assume that Scotland was trying to be more like him.

Despite the rather large age gap between the two, the brothers were equally matched when they privately competed and had formed something of a sibling rivalry. So the idea of his brother having anything to use against him grated his nerves.

After stashing the books Scotland called, "Come on in."

England opened the door with a tea tray under one arm. "I brought you some tea."

He frowned. "Ya couldn't bring me anythin else? Like porridge or soup?"

"Do not be so ungrateful. Tea is very relaxing. And you need to relax if you are going to get any rest." England set the tea tray onto the bedside table and offered a steaming cup to Scotland who took it with a resigned sigh.

"So what have you been doing up here all day?" England asked.

"Nothin."

"Come now you must be doing something to keep yourself busy." He poured himself a cup.

He stubbornly remained silent.

England sighed as he sipped his own tea. "Could you at least cooperate with me a little here?"

"Why should I?" he snapped stubbornly. "Wouldn't 'ave broken my leg if you had just let me drink."

"I have already apologized plenty! And as I said before, I did try to warn you. It is not my fault if you ignored me."

"Well maybe if you didn't harp on me about every little thing."

"I do not harp on about anything! Now quiet down and drink your tea!"

Scotland thought about dumping the tea over Englands head, but decided that would be too troublesome with his bum leg so instead he silently drank it as quickly as possible. "There I'm done. Now you can go."

"Fine." He said standing. "I see how you are going to be. Guess I will just leave this here then." He placed a book on the bedside table.

"What's that?" he asked pointing at it.

"It is a copy of Hamlet."

"I can see that, but why did you bring it here?"

"So you can read it. Or what, are English playwrights not good enough for you all of a sudden?"

Scotland picked up the book a little surprised.

"I know you think your little collection is a secret, but if you are going to keep something a secret do not hide it under your sheets, especially when I am the one washing them."

"You… knew?"

"Of course I did!" he sighed exasperated before standing up. "I have work to do so don't you dare get out of bed until I say you're better! I will leave the tea here for you, and don't worry I took the liberty of adding that touch of cinnamon like you like it so I won't hear any complaining." He then turned and left leaving Scotland alone.

Scotland stared after him for a bit, before reaching over for the copy of Hamlet with a huff. He cracked open the book and began reading while muttering under his breath with a small smile on his lips, "Weasly little bairn…"