"Ah~ Écosse~"
There was nothing better than what France was getting right now. It made him forget about the neglect and strive that he felt on a day to day basis with Scotland. What this was made him feel more loved than ever.
"Fuck…" Scotland growled lowly as he was comfortably on top of the French male with his lips crashed into the others. Their clothes were thrown across the floor in a moment of pure animal instinct. Scotland and France were covered in a thick layer of sweat and sex. Alaistair had France pinned down in a possessive state of mind that excited and frightened France. The Scots hips were almost desperately slapping against France's as they were both defiantly close at this point.
Scotland kept missing the other's mouth and bit his cheeks or the side of his mouth so he ended up going to his neck. He had to be careful with his neck. As much as Scotland wanted to mark his territory, he knew someone would have something to say about France's neck being covered in love bites so Scotland only lightly bit and kissed. His hands were holding France's down while he had long slender legs around his waist. Alaistair wished he could do this more often. It was every time they met up which was usually at a world meeting now-a-days since it was debate that and rally this. He didn't even get to watch the football these days, let alone have sex with Francis. He had no time.
The fun was cut short when France let out a yelp, arching his back into Alaistair's chest before he came. Another shit thing was keeping quite during this. France had to make sure he was next to Spain and Prussia's rooms which was a big mistake when it came to this. Francis couldn't help but yelp and tighten his legs around Scotland as he spilled out on Alaistair's chest.
Scotland was pleased with it. He was not far along and wanted to make it last longer to ride out both of their pleasures but that couldn't happen as after a few thrusts, Scotland grunted lowly and reached his peak, spilling himself into the man below him.
These moments were great but they weren't often. Scotland had his politics, rallies, England, and independence to think about. He would much rather spend time with Francis then the SNP any day. He would much rather wander around Paris with Francis than watch Alex Salmond have an argument with Alistair Darling any day but unfortunately, Scotland had to make some sacrifices. Missing the footie on a Saturday, his family and his relationship.
"I really do love you Francis," Alaistair spoke as he wrapped his arms around him and smiled, "An Fhraing…"
"Je t'adore Écosse…" France was content with him for now… He understood how politics worked. Representatives could be away for months watching debates and being educated in the ins and outs of what was doing. As far as independence went, France only wanted what was best for Alaistair and what made him happy and it seemed like a YES vote might be the ticket to that but with six days away, was he going to see much of Scotland?
"I mean it," Alaistair frowned and kissed his temples before giving a sigh.
"Oui.. You do. You try so hard," Francis could say that. Scotland did try to see him but he knew that there was a price to pay. It was too late now to pull away with only six day till the big day. Scotland would find a way, France was defiantly gonna stick by him as his ally, "This week is an important week. The vote is important,"
"Yeah…" It was six days and Scotland could hardly wait but the vote being this close now made him uncomfortable. He wanted to make his own decisions but would be manage on his own. Alaistair reached over for his phone to look at it. Sigh….
The world meeting was soon.
"But now my love, we have a world meeting to attend," He said as he sat up. Francis was reaching for a pack of cigarettes to have a smoke. He offered one to Scotland who took once before France headed off to have a shower.
"Sometimes, you gotta pretend everything is okay"
~ Source is Unknown
After a world meeting, the nations who were keen often attended a night at the bar for a few drinks and since most countries had that reputations of liking a few drinks every now and then, a lot of people hanged around. Scotland and France hadn't spoken that night as Alaistair spent time with his favourite brother, Ireland.
He had a great relationship with Dara. They both looked out for each other, especially since the famine in Ireland. Dara has had his own troubles with Independence with their youngest brother, Northern Ireland (who they called Paddy) but things were blown out of proportion with the IRA and the troubles but things have defiantly settled down since then but they were defiantly not memories either of them wanted to remember.
"Vote is close now," Dara commented taking a swig of Irish whiskey to which Scotland nodded. It was defiantly close. Scotland was too distracted: Francis was annoying and flirting with Arthur who was having none of it.
"Don't mind England Al," Dara thought Alaistair was having a stare down with Arthur. Alaistair looked at Dara and chuckled.
"I don't care what he has to say," Scotland chuckled taking his eyes away from France to look at Dara. "It's my people's future. I couldn't give a fuck about what he or his fucking politicians have to say," He looked back at France who was with his famous trio, Prussia and Spain at this point.
"It's not his decision. I don't see why he wanted to keep you anyway. Ever since Wallace, you haven't wanted anything to do with him," That was true. Since William Wallace died, things haven't gotten better.
"He doesn't want something bad to happen to me. Bullshit! He doesn't want me to become a more rich and powerful country than him," Alaistair felt more and more drunk as he took shots of whiskey. When he looked over, his eyes met Francis' who must have been watching him. That look meant trouble and challenge coming his way.
"Excuse me Dara…" Alaistair took up to see France but when France got up to see him, he bumped into a larger nation…Russia. Alaistair stopped and watched the two and as usually, France was flirtatious with the other nation.
"You alright there, Alaistair?" Dara called to him. He didn't like it when France acted like this but he had fallen in love with a hopeless romantic. So Alaistair got the courage to walk over to where this flirtatious conversation was going to be an absolute cock block.
"Francis… Ivan…." He greeted.
"Oh privet Scotland," Russia greeted with a cheery disposition that was quite… man-child-ish-ly creepy, "Heard from England you're referendum is in 6 days… smart move letting 16 year olds decide your future,"
Oh. Did Russia try to diss him? Even France was backing away from this, "Well they are Scottish citizens. We have been thinking of lowering the voting age in Britain…"
"Independence is really overrated," Russia, once again with the cheery tone intervened as he looked over at Scotland who was well and up for debating with him about it, "A union is much better…"
"Try having a nation steal money from you. You'll know why some of us what freedom from that bigger nation," That could be directed at either England or Russia himself, having a lot of influence and the man had a union of his own that was a threat at one point.
"Big nations survive that way. Aren't you a survivor, Scotland?" Before Scotland could say anything, Russia turned to France and gave him a sweet smile, "I see you're busy with someone but I'll speak to you soon,"
"Oui, It's nice to hear from you," Ugh. Scotland watched them converse before settling back. He didn't look impressed and France caught onto that.
"What? I was being nice Scotland,"
"You were flirting… That is what you call nice?"
France gave a roll at the eyes, "Well I can't act like I'm with you in public…"
"You could give me the decency of not flirting with every nation you come across," Scotland knew that was mean. He didn't give France attention and that was his fault but seriously, did France need to act seductive to every nation that made eye contact with him.
"You don't trust me…" That was what it sounded like. "You could give me more attention. I don't even know if you want to love me,"
Not this conversation. Scotland took a deep breath before narrowing his eyes at the Frenchman. How many times had a mention of the referendum happened? He couldn't be done with it right now. He just wanted a drink and was hopeful to pull away with Francis to go back to the hotel room for more sex.
He defiantly wasn't getting sex tonight. "Francis, I will in 7 days…" There were nations who were beginning to notice the argument between the nation and Scotland wanted to keep this as private as possible. However, France used this to his advantage. He had to let everyone know. Perhaps… France made sure people were watching when he leaned forward to give Scotland a kiss on the lips which completely threw Scotland off guard. Shit, he didn't want England to know… or any of them. He shoved Francis off of him; surely he'd understand why he was doing this.
"Piss off Francis!" He made a scene and France didn't understand why, "I said no! Don't you understand?"
That hurt. It really hurt. People were staring at France right now. Those words I said no weren't portraying him in a good light and it made him want to become as small as possible, not something that France felt often. He stepped forward and out of confusion and anger, he slapped Scotland.
"You're so full of shit!" He went off in tears, leaving Scotland to stand there.
Prussia and Spain got up to follow, "Francis!" They called after him before stopping at the door and turning to Alaistair, "You asshole!" Prussia said, "What the fuck was that for?"
"He came onto me…"
"Bullshit," Prussia interrupted.
"You were dating Francis all along weren't you…" England approached him, "Were you and him planning a gang up after you go independent? Are you that confident?"
"It's nothing like that!" Scotland was shoved into a hole he could not get out.
"Then what was it? You were doing this in spite of me"
"England!" Dara decided to join… There were too many people ganging up on Scotland either way. He should really go and find Francis and apologise. At least everyone knew… "You're one to talk for private relationships. What about you and America?"
"What about him?" Oh, this was something Scotland didn't know. While he wasn't get the death stared out of him by Prussia who had to be held back by a much calmer Spain, he was learning something new, "There is nothing going on…"
"Ah come on dude," America, who had been listening from the snack bar approached them and put an arm around England who pretended to be mortified. "You're not the only one… Prussia has been dating my bro in secret for a few months…"
What? This was unneeded information. Now bringing poor Canada into this. Prussia was trying to be cool while Canada was dragged into this. England pretended to be mortified while Spain and England were just…calm.
Scotland slipped out. There was too much going on for it to be interesting and headed back to the hotel. He left Francis alone, decided it was best to let him be alone and then talk to him tomorrow.
That was if he could find him.
A/N: So the ending seemed rush. I didn't know how to end this. Ugggggg