I would like to point out that Scotland is not bullying America; he is simply showing protectiveness over England

America is crushing on his husband; while England has maternal brotherly love for him. Which makes it unrequited

Scotland buried his nose in England's hair fondly breathing in the smell of his apple shampoo fondly. They each had their own scented shampoo; red apple for England and Lavender & Lemon for Scotland.

He was sat on the edge of England's chair quietly marking his territory; he had heard a few times how America got very clingy with his husband. He never showed that he got jealous of others; only England knew that secret.

Eventually America found his voice "So...Um how long have you guys been together?" he asked nervously.

England blinked and rubbed his chin thoughtfully "Well...since we were first engaged when we became the United Kingdom. I'd say about...300 years?" he said casually.

America felt his stomach drop and shock fill him. So England had been married when he first adopted him as a child?! He never would have guessed England to be such a monogamist.

Scotland smiled fondly and played with England's hair "Best 300 years of ma life" he said gently affection obvious in his eyes.

Unbeknownst to the others England could be quite passionate and dominant in bed when Scotland let him top. The times when he was really good at pounding Scotland was when he was pissed off or annoyed; because he focused his anger into his movements.

The pair shared a love for gardening and had a beautiful garden filled with what each other loved. They had agreed to arrange the garden 50/50 so they could each have a part of themselves when they went outside into their backyard.

Heather, bluebells, purple primroses and a few thistles for Scotland's patch; they were so Scotland could be reminded of home. They were well cared for and brought out darker colours into the garden.

Then there were Buttercups, assorted roses, Orange blossom and primroses for England's patch. Bright beautiful flowers that were sweet and warmed your soul; just like England did to Scotland. When England was away Scotland made sure to keep them well cared for as he loved his husband dearly; and he knew his flowers meant a lot to him.

"So do you share a house?" Germany asked hesitantly feeling awkward. While it was traditional for couples to live together; England and Scotland were always busy with work. So where the hell would they stay?

Scotland pouted "Aye we do; but this absent minded prick tends to put work afore me" he muttered crossly.

Sometimes England would be called to help America or France with battle or trading meaning he had to leave home. This meant leaving Scotland alone for long periods of time giving the Scotsman little other choice than to go to work himself.

"Vhat?! You mean you leave unt husband alone? England vhat the hell?" Germany snapped crossly.

No wonder poor Scotland came all the way here to see his husband; if he was putting his work as a country before his marriage than no wonder Scotland was upset.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT!" England snapped crossly. Half the time America would buy his plane tickets before him without asking him so he had no choice.

"Oh and vhy is that?!" Germany asked suspiciously. He had no idea England could be so selfish; no wonder nobody wanted to hang out with him.

England pointed at America crossly "Because that stupid wanker always buys my tickets without my consent. He always wants me to come over and hang out even when I'm busy. I can't even begin to count how many date nights or mid shags I've had to put on halt because of that pillock!" He raged angrily.

America had no decency to ask before he came up with arrangements; he just thought that because he had an idea they would be available. It was the reason he pissed off so many other nations and created strained relationships.

America pouted "But I thought you liked Hockey or July 1st; you always used to hang out with me back then. I remember as a kid you always used to take me trick or treating and make snacks with me" he whimpered tearfully.

"Yes but you're not a fucking child anymore America! You're 20 years old! You need to act more like an adult than a naive clueless dolt!" England snapped frustratedly.

While America was a great tactician in the war and very big brains; he often made it hard to believe by making such stupid decisions. The most idiotic one he had made as a country was to allow Trump to run as president.

Germany sighed heavily; he knew America could be somewhat clueless but this was insane. No wonder England was always losing his temper when it came to matters about him; he kind of pitied the nation for what he must have dealt with over the years.

Scotland shot an intense glare of hatred at America; so it was this guy's fault that England was so busy and was always away. This stupid idiot was always bothering him to hang out with him; judging by this he was single too.

"I see how it is noo; my poor mannie is always awa because America is kicking his arse to spend time wi him" Scotland hissed sharply.

His green eyes filled with anger, jealousy and hatred. He knew of the past with England and America; how his beloved had been so kind as to adopt the boy and raise him. But now he felt that America was pushing their relationship into forbidden bounds.

"Eh?" America said in confused tone. He asked England to spend time with him because he thought he was ignoring him. Yes he did love England dearly and had a crush on him; but he didn't know he was married.

It did hurt knowing his beloved guardian belonged to someone else; but if England was happy with this guy then he wanted him to stay that way. However by pestering him he had accidentally dug himself into a shit pile.

England went quiet his body filling with rational fear; He did love his husband dearly but he was quite terrified of his temper. He was just glad it was aimed at America and not him; otherwise he would be sobbing in a ball on the floor.

Scotland got up off the chair where he was sitting beside England; he marched up towards the front next to the whiteboard where America was standing.

As he approached America he loomed over the shorter man intently; he was taller than England and America. So he was very intimidating to other countries; which worked as an advantage.

"So ye got a thing for my fella have ye noo?" Scotland scowled menacingly. He had caught other nations checking out his husband before and shown England belonged to him.

He would do the same to America; sure he was a big nation. But he lacked the balls, courage and ferocity that Scotland had. He wasn't called the land of the free; home of the brave for no reason.

"Well...I...that is..." America stammered nervously. He wasn't the type to get scared by anyone; but he was shitting himself in front of the redheaded nation.

Scotland grabbed America's jacket lifting the younger nation clean off the floor. He pulled his face so close to his America could practically smell the tobacco and whiskey on his breath.

"Listen here laddie; I dinnae ken who the fuck ye think ye are; but England is my fella. I fought long and hard to get to where we are noo" Scotland fumed coldly.

Actions spoke louder than words; and Scotland was good at that. He could give England kisses that made his legs go weak. He could hug him to tight he practically squeezed the life out of him.

But the cherry on the cake was when it came to the bedroom; Scotland could drive England insane to the point of tears when they had sex. Many times he had teased and seduced England leaving the blonde country breathless and mind blown.

And he was not about to let some cocky, naive, clueless, hot headed young fool steal England from him. What this little fool felt was not true love but puppy love; affections that developed over time from adoration and idolization.

America went quiet and trembled slightly; if possible Scotland's eyes would glow with flames of how angry he was. He was tempted to start crying out of how much fear and adrenaline was coursing through him. However he held his ground and kept the tears at bay.

"Ye are to back the fuck off of my England. I've chased off admirers smaller than ye laddie; and ye aren't any different" Scotland warned sharply.

With that he let go of America causing him to fall on the floor; he didn't care if it hurt him. It would perhaps wake him up from the idiotic dream he had to be with his partner.

America made an oof sound as he hit the floor; the fall didn't really hurt him but the fact that his feelings for England would never be returned did. His relationship with America would forever be brothers and nothing more.

England got up slowly; he may not have loved America romantically but he had practically raised the nation as his own. What he felt for America was parental or maternal love; which was just as strong as romantic.

"America..." he started quietly.

America said nothing; his feelings were hurt more than his pride. It was hard to accept that all the times England had spent time with him alone it was out of brotherly love rather than romantic.

England knelt down beside the younger nation quietly; even if he acted like a big shot America was still very immature deep down. This is why he never told anyone because America would sulk like this.

"America look at me" he said firmly. He needed to clear this up now or it would build a bigger rift than they already had.

America looked up at him his eyes teary and his expression a sulk; he was suffering his first heartbreak and it sucked.

England sighed heavily; part of him wanted to laugh a little at seeing the great united states crying; the other pitied the poor guy.

"America I may not love you romantically; but you still mean a great deal to me" England explained gently.

Scotland may not have liked the fact that America wanted to fuck his husband; but he did admire the brotherly love that England had for the other nation. "Aye laddie; my Arthur cares a great deal for ye" he admitted his tone hinting stubborn airs.

America sniffed; the idea that England still cared for him in a non romantic way made him feel a little better. At least that meant he was important to the older nation in some way "Y...You mean it Iggy?" he sniffed sadly.

England smiled at the nickname America gave him; he hadn't used that name since he was child. It showed that deep down the younger nation still had the innocence of his childhood somewhere inside him.

"Yes I do Alfred; now stop moping its childish for someone your age" England scolded firmly.

America's eyes welled up with fresh tears again; he clung to the older blonde and sobbed into his jacket. He knew the others would tease him about this for a long time but right now he didn't care.

England sighed heavily and mouthed "I'm sorry" at Scotland. He was rather embarrassed at the scene America was making. Gingerly he patted the youngsters head to soothe him but didn't hug him.

Eventually America pulled away his eyes red and puffy from crying; he sighed heavily once he was done bawling. He sat down where he was quietly not saying anything.

England then pulled away and stood beside his partner tentatively. He would really need a glass of wine and a good shag when he got back. It would do him some good relief from all the stress that had happened today.

"Artie; can we be af noo? I'm tired o standin around" Scotland asked impatiently. He had already waited years to see him. In the time they would have together he wanted to make the most of it.

"Ah yes; I'm sorry gentlemen I'll be off now" England apologized politely and walked out the door gingerly taking Scotland's hand in his own.

Germany said nothing but watched quietly; he himself was a fiery fighter. But he would never fuck around with Scotland if he was capable of making the great USA whimper like a young pup.

"Wow; England's husband a sure is a cool" Italy sighed dreamily. England was so lucky having a loving and loyal partner like that who would literally frighten away rivals. He only wished Germany would be as loving.

"Cool...is not ze vord" Germany muttered quietly.