Alalala .u. awesome of me to update so quick, amirite? Hnngh, it'd be good to keep in mind that Canada, in my headcanon, gets turned on by the word 'aboot' whilst reading this chapter ||D don't ask~ it was just a random idea that came to me and a comic was drawn. No regrets.

Nearly flipped a table at the Scottish accent though :I gave up on it and had a good friend translate it for me =u= because there should be a google translate for the Scottish accent. That'd be. So. Cool.

Anyways, tension this VERY SHORT chapter. So. Much. Tension. And so damn short ene *flips table* SOB. Anyway, that tension shall be released in later chapters *trollface* you have to deal with their tension for now. Enjoy~~


They sat and spoke in the café for well over an hour and a half, both unaware of how long they'd been absent from the meeting for. The Canadian, surprisingly, spoke the most, that that the Scotsman minded - the way in which the other spoke was positively heavenly. They laughed together, also, something Scotland found he hadn't done in a while. It was because of this that he decided to ignore his phone, turning it on silent half way through in order to ignore the texts and calls he was likely receiving from England, asking him of his whereabouts; he'd much rather sit and listen to the other talk, slipping in his own comments here and there. Their drinks had been long ago consumed, but they didn't bother ordering anything else, neither wanting to leave the other's company to go order things.

Only did they return when Canada glanced at his phone, being shocked when he saw the elapsed time of their absence.

"Oh my God, Scotland," he held out the phone for the other to see and read the time, "We've been gone for three hours!"

The red head merely gave a soft chuckle, "Well then," he smiled down at the other,"A guess w' should star' headin' back, hm?"

Canada just nodded quickly, standing and grabbing Scotland's hand and dragging him back, soon falling into a medium paced walk and then a slightly slower walk on the way there. Scotland guessed he was the only one of the two who noticed that their hands were still linked and he chuckled, slipping a cigarette out of the pack concealed within his pocket and lighting it one handed. Though, little did he know, Canada knew he was still holding his hand, and he did so because he was reluctant to let go.

They reached the building and which the world meeting was being held and Scotland put out his cigarette in the ashtrays provided outside before they entered the building, their hands still holding one another lightly. When the door of the meeting room was reached, Canada smiled and leant up to kiss Scotland's cheek softly before pushing open the door and letting go of the other's hand, a soft blush tainting his cheeks as he made his way around the table to his seat, Scotland sitting down in his own by the door.

"Nice to see you've both finally returned," England spoke from besides the Scot, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Innit jist~?" Scotland grinned as he spoke, not really giving a damn about how pissed off the Englishman may or may not be.

A few seats along, Germany sighed and shuffled his papers, "Next time it would be nice if you and were to at least inform us beforehand if you're going to both decide to go and disappear for two extra hours."

Scotland gave a lopsided smirk whilst Canada murmured a sorry on the other side of the room.

The red head rested his chin in his hand, "Ah well~ ye awl jist continue tawlkin' aboot witever ye were tawlkin' aboot," his smirk only grew when he saw Canada blush on the other side of the room. Oh yes. Scotland was sure he loved that word more than ever now.

Germany merely sighed whilst England facepalmed, not bothering to scold the red head for his actions, attitude or absence because he knew his words would only fall on deaf and uncaring ears. The person who was speaking before their intrusion (Japan) continued, having politely waited for the matter to be dealt with before he even tried speaking again, knowing it would only cause an argument. But, whilst it was all well for the time being - which had to be a record or something - almost all of the nations knew this oh so peaceful moment of order would soon be shot in the face and broken down into complete and utter chaos.

"Well," Scotland though to himself, tapping the fingers of he free hand idly on the table, "Tha' jist gives me ano'her chance tae talk tae a certain cute Canadian, now doesn't et?"