"What now?" grumpy Scotland looked up.
His eyes met the annoying spanish guy again.
"Listen, listen I got the best idea ever Scotty. How about you join me?"
A snort followed with some laughter from Scotland.
"No it's a stupid idea, I would never join you"
"Yes, you do" Spain his hand reached for Scotlands arm.
Firmly he grapped it.
"It was not a question"
All Spain his innocence was gone in a second.
He seemed so cold suddenly ... even Scotland seemed to be a bit surprised by Spain his mood change.
"You will join me" he repeated.
His grip became more firm.
"Let go of my arm damnit!" Wild Scotland pulled his arm back.
A kick landed in Scotlands stomach.
"Where the fuck was that for?" Some short coughs followed his words.
A fist reached Spain his cheek.
It was obvious that Scotland wouldn't let him go unhurt.
Another fist landed on Spain his face, but it was soon followed with another kick back.
Scotland swallowed for air.
What was suddenly wrong with Spain?
A few more hits and kicks followed.
"God damnit Spain" Scotland rubbed his cheek.
He was gonna get some painfull bruises because of this.
"I'm not done with you yet" a soft giggle came out of Spain his mouth.
In his hands he suddenly holded a big axe.
"Come on, Scotty join me~" again he grabbed Scotland.
His axe laid against Scotland his neck.
"Now stop struggling!"
"I hate you!" Mumbled Scotland.
"I know that, That's why I like you so much" his smile seemed to softened, but this time it was obvious a lie.
Without a warning Spain pulled him along.
He held his axe close to Scotland, just in case.