'I have always watched my brother. Ever since I was a baby, he was always hitting me and blaming me for my mum's death. It hurts, but I guess he felt it more. Wales, Ireland and Northern Ireland always isolates Scotland from themselves and that led Scotland coming to my house. I felt his loneliness a lot of times, I guess that's why he always gets drunk, and finds someone to be beaten.' England wrote in his small diary at his desk.

A dark big bruise is beginning to form near his mouth because of Scotland with some several scratches and other bruises on his body. Just as he wrote that, he heard his name shouted downstairs. With a sigh, he closed his diary and braces himself mentally for any hits that's going to come.

"ARTHUR!" Another rough voice calls for him, and Arthur came down and peeked into the kitchen. There, his eldest brother, sitting while laying his dirty boots on the kitchen counter while drinking Arthur's expensive whiskey and a cigar at the other hand.

"Is there anything you want, Brother?" Arthur went to his kitchen, and was face-to-face with this drunk demon.

"Aye." His red-headed, rough and smoking brother answered.

Arthur hugged his raging brother, which surprisingly calmed Scotland down. After a few moments of silence, Scotland spoke, "Why do you always stay when I'm here. Why not be like your other brothers and run away? Why do you stand being beside your failure of a brother? WHY!" Scotland gripped Arthur's shoulders roughly, looking Arthur in the eye.

"Because..." Arthur muttered, before shaking his shoulders off Scotland's grip and hugged his brother again. "Because, even though you hated me. You still took care of me when I was still a bairn, and raised me to be stronger. Yet I failed you and lost all my colonies...And none of them really cares about me. I was weak even though you told me to be strong, its my fault. And you're the only one who was beside me when America left and when I was hurt because of Germany's bombs..." Arthur was letting his strong, proud shield down and tears was forming on his eyes.

"Art..."

"You won't leave me right? You won't betray me and go like your other brothers, right?" Scotland hugged Arthur harshly, and Arthur knew the answer.

"Of course, Brother...Even if you beat me or kill me, I'll still stay beside you.." Arthur muttered quietly, half hoping that Scotland didn't hear that.

Unfortunately, he did.

He could imagine himself as a stupid butterfly and went too close to the thistle. Resulting to be stabbed by those prickly thorns, and could not escape from it. Yet, he could see something that nobody could see. Scotland crying for the first time since he was born.

'I guess its worth it. Its not like anyone cares for me other than brother..."

And Arthur's fate is locked.

I separate this, as you can see, into 3 parts. What happen between them, I can leave it to your imagination. But damn, Yandere Scotland! He's like my fav chara, hope there's more fic about him. And actually Scotland cried when Britannia died, but Arthur was just born and no way he could remember that. In this fic, I make the rest of them evil. Teehee. And for people who read my PruEng fic 'The Bet', I'm writing it , just be patient. This fic merely past my head. It's pixiv Scotland, and I don't own Hetalia and the characters. I may rewrite this, making it into a full fic.

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