Hate
England knew it was wrong. He shouldn't love him in the first place, but especially after constantly abusing him. It wasn't a healthy relationship; it never even had the pretense of being one, so why did he keep coming back? He knew he should just go and stay gone, not come back like he did every time he left. He was once the Great British Empire, but even then he needed him. If Alfred or, god forbid, Francis found out, they would think he was crazier than ever. So he hid the bruises and covered the scars and never gave off any inkling that something was wrong. After all, no matter how hard he tried to deny it, he just couldn't live without him. Never could actually and he hated that. He hated that no matter how great he was, he still needed the very man that hurt him, time after time. He hated that no matter how bad things got, he always came back to him and the cycle would start over again. He hated being dependent on him. He hated a lot of things about their relationship, but there was one thing he hated the most. He hated how he still loved him. After everything they go through, no matter how many times they fight, no matter how many times he leaves, his heart will always belong to him. He absolutely despises how much control he has over him, how much being without him hurts more than anyone will ever know {Not that he would willingly tell you}. Yes, he always did have a soft spot in his heart for Scotland, but you didn't hear it from me.
A.N- Thisis my first story so please give helpful critsism on what I can do better and don't forget to review.