DSFdljdflsdk ;;;; I gave up on my USCan fanfiction. Just can't find the motivation to write for it any more. Sorry to all those who were following it, I've probably let all of you down ;;;
USCan was just too mainstream /hit, kidding! I still love USCan, just not...as much as I used to .3. It still means a lot to me because of what the pairing is and how I got into it, it having been the first Hetalia pairing I ever reallt liked .u. I've never really liked USUK and despite being bombarded by fanart and fanfictions of it from the Hetalia fandom, I've never fallen to it's...say...clutches if you will xD
I just find it inaccurate and annoying .3. I'll stop here before I rant =u= Anyway~ have a ScotCan fanfiction because I can't go on the internet lest mother darlin' catches me and I can't sleep because of insomnia =u=
Yep, yep, ScotCan .u. new favourite pairing, deal with it~ I write for myself not others, sorry =u= I'm rather selfish~ if I don't like it, I have nothing to do with it, however, if I'm passionate, I will involve it in my life as much as I possibly can :'D Okay, so ScotCan away ouo ~~
As always, Canada was bored. Well, he wasn't always bored, he was just bored a majority of the time. It was another world meeting, which - in turn - meant another few hours in the presence of others whom didn't quite notice he was there; and by 'didn't quite' I mean they full out ignored him, seriously. Sighing, the blond slumped over on the desk, burying his face in his arms and groaning as Germany began a lecture about something he never listened to anyway. He'd pretty much given up listening to those pre-meeting talks that Germany gave, they were pretty much worthless and all meant the same so there was no point listening. Not that he needed to listen anyway, he never spoke during meetings. Whenever it came around to his turn to speak, his seat was always skipped over and the person next to him started to state their points of views on the subject and their ideas before the poor little Canadian even had a chance to interject.
Little did Canada know, there was someone else in much the same situation as he was. Except this someone wasn't his own nation and was pretty much just being dragged along because he was becoming more important as time went along. This someone was Scotland. He was also bored. England had dragged him along seeing as Scotland was becoming more important to the economy off the UK; though England usually felt it was better just to take down notes and have private meetings with the rest of the countries that made up Great Britain, be felt it would be best to bring Scotland along - not that it had just been that simple of a case - so that he could voice his opinions more verbally instead of England having to be the one whom 'held them all together on his own' as he liked to say. Not that Scotland was really doing all that much verbal communication, sure, he'd got into a few arguments with England (because that's just how they were), America (because he was 'a wee lil' shite'), and China (because...he just didn't like him).
Leaning forwards on his forearms, leaning his chin in the palm of one of his hands, Scotland scanned the room and took in the look of all the other nations...well, all the nations anyway. He sighed at the fact he wasn't a free country yet, seeing as he relied so much on England - and his money - for support, not that he couldn't deal with problems on his own. He could so deal with problems on his own. He could deal with them like a God damn boss. Hell yes. He blinked as he nearly jumped a seat in his line of vision, squinting a little before being able to focus on what he was really looking at, which, just happened to be a little blob of invisibility he knew as Canada: the nicer, more calm and laid back, not as obnoxious, arrogant and outspoken of the North America brothers. Smiling slightly Scotland stared at Canada because he was such a more delightful sight to the eye than many of the other nations (such as America and China and England) and he was oh so easier to get along with than so many of the other nations. Actually...pretty much all of the other nations. To be honest, Canada was the only one Scotland couldn't stay mad at and he was rather sad they didn't talk more than they did.
Smiling oh so slightly, Scotland continued with his thoughts, not really noticing the other looking from the table, locking their lines of visions together. Canada waved his hand a bit from the other side of a room and gave a hesitant smile as he saw Scotland blink a few times and come out of his train of thought, the latter waving back with a small movement of the fingers of the hand unoccupied by his chin. Smiling a little more that his existance was actually noted for once in his life, Canada glanced down to the notepad he was supposed to be taking notes on and - confident in the fact that no one other than Scotland was likely to pay attention to it - he scribbled down a quick message, holding it up for Scotland to read.
"Hi, how're you?"
Grinning as the Canadian held up the notepad, Scotland shuffled and leaned forwards on the table in front of him, keeping his chin rested in one hand and not really giving two shits if someone saw he was exchanging notes with the cute blond. He scribbled down a reply as legibly as he could muster up and held it up in one hand for Canada to read from the other side of the room.
"Not bad, yourself?"
Looking down right happy with a hint of excitement, Canada wrote down his reply and held it up again.
"That's good~ I'm fine thank you."
And they carried on like this for a while until England butted in and saw what was going on, frowning at Scotland and scolding him quietly, telling him to be more mature about the situation he was in and taking the notepad away from the other. Sighing, Scotland leant back in his seat, kicking his feet up onto the table and ignoring the protests from the Englishman besides him. Giving a shrug in the direction of Canada, he gave a sorry smile and got a rather disheartened one in return before the Canadian looked down to scribble yet another message in his notepad.
"Shame, eh?"
Scotland nodded before Canada scribbled another one down, holding it up again for him to read.
"Rather hear your accent anyway."
"Only other person who says 'aboot'."
He grinned at this. Grinned because he knew exactly how Canada acted if he heard anyone else say aboot within close range. Wishing he still had his notepad so he could scribe out some witty reply, Scotland sighed and leaned forward towards the Canadian more and mouthed something to the other, getting a few confused glances from other nations and a grin from Canada himself before he got a quickly scribbled reply.
"Sorry, I can't lip read Scottish~"
He grinned more as Canada snickered into his hand, holding up the note. Feeling oh so tempted to just steal the notepad back from England, he held back and resisted his urges, hearing Germany shout something about a break in 5 minutes. He ran a hand through his hair and mumbled to himself, "Best be less then five minutes or aam no' going tae be all tha' pleased." Canada flopped forwards on the table, pretty much laying on it and Scotland raised an eyebrow at the other before he started to write.
"Too long."
The blond held it up briefly, nearly dropping it off the edge of the table as he put it down again after Scotland nodded. It'd been so long since he'd last talked to his darling nephew. Canada and to be honest, it would be nice to hear the others voice. Always so much softer and calming to the ears, so much more pleasurable to hear than oh so many of the other nations. Yet again. Well, honesty kicking in again, Canada was just overall a nice, genuine, good looking, downright adorable kind of guy.
Scotland remained in his thoughts until he got a tap on the shoulder from a certain eyebrow monster sitting next to him.
"Get up you lazy brute and maybe I might just considering giving you your notepad back so you can use it properly this time," the Englishman seethed as he stood from his seat, "Now go do whatever it is you'd do during a break, God forbid if I get a phone call from the police."
Merely grinning in return and standing from his seat in turn, Scotland replied oh so cockily, "Bu' ye 'ave a police uniform fetish, don' ya Artie? So ah doubt ye'd mind all tha' much~."
England sighed and walked away from the Scotsman, knowing better than to argue with him after having well over enough time to know how the prick acted.
"All of the bloody nerve..." he mumbled as he made his way away from him, heading to converse with France so he could make some sarcastic remark about the Frenchman.
Scotland, however, glanced across the room at the Canadian who glanced back over as he conversed with his brother, putting up his forefinger and smiling as a signal that he'd only be a minute. And, surely enough, after a matter of seconds, the Canadian waved farewell to his brother and walked around the table to meet Scotland, giving the other the brightest of smiles, even if it only really was a small one.
"Hi," he spoke softly and as Scotland smiled back.
"Well hallo there," came the smooth reply.
"How've you been, eh? A-asides from 'not bad'," Canada smiled a little more and Scotland smiled back a little more in return.
"A've been pretty okay, ah guess. No' tae bad, no' tae good ah guess. Don' really ken how ye can bear wit' these stupid meetings, though," Scotland rubbed the back of his neck towards the end of the sentence, "They seem pointless, really."
"A-ah..." Canada blinked as he thought up a reply, "Well...they're not all that pointless. They're just pointless for us," he gave a slight grin, "Because we're not really paid attention to unless England is being all pissy, eh?"
Grinning back, Scotland nodded before ruffling Canada's hair slightly, earning yet another smile from the other, "A'll take ye oot tae get somethin' tae eat," he let his hand linger in the Canadian's soft blond locks smiling down at the other before moving it away.
"You...you don't have to do that," Canada replied, looking to the side, "T-though, I do know this nice coffee shop not to far from here but we only get an hour something or other lunch break, so we'd have to be quick," he smiled again and Scotland nodded.
"Well then, lead th' way, m' love."
