Okay, so here is the first one-shot remakes of my other one-shots... Just go with it. XD Even though I said this was going to be up yesterday (Unless you on the West Coast) I locked myself outside of my house.
Not even joking. Anyway, I remade the story. Comments about the story are below

Just for Tonight

Scotland had found him in the woods; the little thing was wrapped up in a cloth matching the dark green around them. He had been asleep when Scotland had found him. Scotland tip-toed around the branches and winced as the frost under his feet cracked, and poked the little bundle which screamed at him.

"Fuckin…!" Scotland cursed as he jumped back, grabbed his bow from his back, and then looked at the little bundle that was currently kicking up at him. He pulled the cloth from the head and a mop of blonde hair spilled out, and two brilliant green eyes looked up at him. They both stared into each other eyes before the little blonde headed boy threw himself at Scotland. He said nothing, but shivered holding on to him. Scotland rubbed the little boy's back slowly, feeling how cold the little thing was. Scotland, having a bigger heart than anyone thought he would ever have, carried the little thing back to his house where he closed the door with his foot, and put him down in front of the fire and put another blanket around him.

"Are… are you hungry?" He asked to the little child, watching for the reaction. He was surprised when the boy nodded his head slowly, the bright green eyes watching him. He reached up for a bowl and poured him some cold soup and handed it to him. The little child's eyes lit up and he ate it hurriedly, then shyly looked up at Scotland. Scotland took the bowl and smiled at him, putting the bowl on the little table. He kneeled down to the child's angle. "Err… are you a boy?" He asked.

The child raised an eyebrow, "A… boy?" He said softly, the voice smooth and high pitched like a child.

"Yeah, a boy." Scotland said, smiling.

The child looked up at him, "I think I am."

Scotland, horribly confused why the child would not know if he was a boy or not, decided not to press it any farther. "Where do you live?"

"I used to live with mummy, until she disappeared. She told me to look for you when she did, Brother Scotland."

Okay, now if Scotland was confused before, it was all cleared up.

"Ah, Brother England." He said, smiling. He stood back up and put England on the bed. "Sit here for a while, okay? I'm going out to hunt."

England, smiling happily, nodded. "Of course Brother, of course!"

Scotland smiled and shut the door firmly behind him.

The sky had turned a deep purple by the time Scotland had come back, holding his prize of a deer and two rabbits, just enough for a few days worth of food. He hung the deer in a tree high enough so bears or any other animal would not get it, and carried the rabbits inside. As he shut the door, he looked over to see England poking the fire softly. He looked up when the door opened and smiled happily at him.

"Aye, were you a good lad while I was gone?"

England nodded and jumped (literally) back onto the bed and watched Scotland drag a chair out from under the table and put the rabbits on it. "Where did that bowl go?" Scotland asked.

"I cleaned it." England said, and pointed at the bowl in the lowest shelf of the cabinet. "I also swept the floors."

"Aye, so you did." Scotland said, noting the young country yawning. He grabbed a pillow off his bed (he had two) and he took out a few blankets he had and spread them on the floor. He picked England up and put him down in the floor with the blankets and ruffled his hair. "Why don't you get some sleep?"

England nodded, and crawled under the blankets. He fell asleep watching Scotland butcher the rabbits.

Then he woke what seemed like a few minutes later, but it must have been a few hours seeing how the fire had gone out. He sat up, wondering what woke him. The huge clash of thunder told him what it was. He let out a gasp and dove under the blankets once more. He shook as another clap of thunder seemingly took over his thoughts and fears. Scotland, waking to the gasp lit and candle and looked over at England.

"What is it?" He said tiredly.

England was starting to sleep when the thunder made its presents known again. He curled up in his cloak he was still wearing, and looked up at the Scotsman quietly.

And Scotland felt his heart get warm.

"Oh, alright. But just for tonight."

England ran and jumped on the bed, curling up into a ball. Scotland smiled and took off his shirt he had left on, before looking back at the boy.

Who had fallen asleep.

The one I had written originally was so evil sounding! D: It sounded like Scotland didn't have a heart at all. I think he really started to dislike England after he got a bit older, like when England was in his teens.

The 'mummy' here is Britannia. Complete female in my mind, no questions asked. She would have raised Scotland and Ireland first until they could take of themselves then moved down to the southern part of the island and took care of Wales and England. (At least in my mind). So that is why Scotland knew it was England, because of his eyes, the fact he replied to him (Use of different languages but went Disney and everyone talks the same language to where everyone can understand them), and he calls Britannia 'mummy' because that is what him and Ireland called Britannia.

Anyway, if y'all don't care to, review? More coming in the future~!