America pesters England about her glasses to which she get flustered
And Scotland doesn't approve of how familiar America gets with his wife
Fluff ensues
Scotland walked quietly down the hallway to the meeting room where he had heard England was. The meeting hadn't started yet and as per usual she had shown up early. However, he had been forced to get up early due to his wife not wanting to be late and make an example to the other nations about time keeping.
None of the other nations had arrived yet so he had been relaxing with a cigarette. However, he had been worried about England upon not seeing her around and knowing she would be in the meeting room otherwise. But she would be bored out of her face for some time since the others would take longer to arrive.
Usually they would meet each other outside and talk for a while before having to go meet everyone. He would usually drink coffee when hungover but most days they would share tea together. Though he was not an avid a drinker of it like his wife, he did enjoy it with whiskey every now and again.
However, America had shown up too and she wanted to check up on him. Though he was now independent, England still babied him and treated him like the son she had raised. He knew that England had looked after America upon his birth as a nation. He himself had acted like a father to America but been away a lot due to war and other politics.
Though he had admitted America was cute at the time, he often grew jealous of how the child had monopolized his wife's attention. Wanting her to belong to him only. There had been times he had been forced to bribe child America to go play while he had some fun with England, alone in their bedchambers.
Now many centuries later that hadn't changed, America still harassed his wife and she was always getting upset over it. But it angered Scotland too, as only he was allowed to harass his wife. Her tears and embarrassed face were for his eyes only, if someone so much as made her feel like shit he would break their nose.
As he reached the doorway to the meeting room he heard the conversation inside. America was being his usual obnoxious self and England sounded less than happy about his comments. America was yet again commenting on how England should wear contacts instead of her glasses. As time had gone on she had opted to wear glasses compared to her old self.
Because of her age as a nation, England's sight had become worse. She was far sighted instead of near sighted and had to wear glasses because of it. She did indeed wear contacts, but only when she was alone with Scotland. When they went on a date or were alone together she would wear contacts instead of glasses.
England then blushed profusely and huffed at America's comment. She was not enjoying him insulting her like this or telling her to wear contacts outside of her home. She could bloody well do what she wanted, she was an adult and he had no right to boss her around as if she was a child.
She only wore contacts for Scotland, so he could appreciate her baby face and eyes up close. Because only he was allowed to see her like that, because he was her husband. Their bodies and hearts belonged to each other only. Because of this they only showed certain parts of themselves to each other, aside from their personalities.
When they were alone, England would remove her glasses and wear contacts. Letting down her hair from their usual bunches so her hair would tumble down to her waist like golden waves. Her radiance and beauty shining through, allowing him to look upon the old face of the women he met. But with or without her glasses, his heart still yearned for her.
In return, Scotland would allow his barriers to break and show the more loving and affectionate side of himself. Unbeknownst to most he was indeed clingy and childish sometimes. But when he wasn't being annoying, she actually found that side of him to be adorable and it would only make her love for him grow stronger.
"Come on. You've been wearing them forever. At least show yourself off a bit" America groaned heavily. He then reached out for her glasses to take them off and reveal her face. He had heard from the likes of France and Spain that back in the day she had been a beauty, now he wanted to see it for himself. I mean why should be be left out?
England stiffened and back away her face heating up. What America didn't know was that she had a baby face, making her look younger than she actually was. She wasn't exactly ashamed of it, but there were a few nations who tended to tease her on it more than they should have, which caused her to feel self conscious.
Only France, Spain and her lover Scotland knew this. However, they swore to secrecy about it knowing how self-conscious she was about it. Though they did tease her about it when she removed them, but in good humor and never out of spite. They were two of the greatest known lovers as far as countries, followed by the Italy brothers.
"W… wait America…stop… "England stammered nervously. She never let anyone see her face, everyone had their secrets and her baby face was one of them. She didn't want America to see and tease her. He had a bad habit of not letting things go, if everyone knew then she would never hear the end of it.
Scotland then leaned in the doorway looking very pissed off. His cigarette hanging out of his mouth, both his body and facial language giving off an intimidating aura. His eyebrow twitching slightly as he watched America torment his wife. It was taking all his willpower not to teach America a painful lesson.
He could see England was uncomfortable with being taken out of her comfort zone and being harassed by America. Only he was allowed to make her feel embarrassed and nobody else. But he knew his limits of when enough was enough and the joke had gone too far, but the same could not be said for America.
America shivered slightly upon seeing the Scottish nation. It was no secret that quite a few other nations were scared of Scotland and for good reason. The only person who wasn't was England. However, that often confused America, how England could be so close to Scotland and not shit herself with fear whenever he lost his temper.
Scotland peered at his wife quietly, his green eyes intense with annoyance. He could see the small tears forming in her eyes and the frustration on her face. She was trying her hardest not to cry and make a scene due to her feelings being hurt. Seeing her make that face was something he wouldn't stand for.
He then averted his gaze to America, making his displeasure known. "Am a interrupting ye America?" he growled crossly. He wasn't very happy about how familiar America had come to act around his wife as he got older. For all that America had once been a son to him, he didn't appreciate people taking what belonged to him.
England was his wife and soulmate, nobody was allowed to love her but him. Nobody was allowed to touch her so familiarly but him. How she acted or dressed was completely up to her, he would only stand by her side and act as her partner and other half. Though he would keep her in line when she seemed like she was behaving unlike herself.
America huffed and folded his arms peering at England with annoyance. "England is being really uncool. She's been wearing glasses since like forever, she needs to step up her fashion sense Y'know" he muttered. Aside from her nerdy appearance and so called ladylike personality, England was a cute girl. She had a great body but she never showed herself and kept dressing like a prude.
Scotland's eyebrow twitched and he stiffened, but he held his temper back. Was America really being so ballsy that he was insulting his wife's appearance? So what that England had chosen to dull down her appearance? Her war years were over and she simply wanted to live out her life in peace. What was so bad about that?
"America, stop pestering ma wife aboot her appearance. Up yer arse wi yer opinion ye wee shite" Scotland growled fiercely. He would never tolerate anyone insulting his wife. America was always judging others based on their cultures of differences to his own nation. He may have been centuries old but he had a lot of growing up to do that was for sure.
Where England had gone wrong in raising him, he didn't know. Sure, he had some impressive cities, musicians and food etc. But he was an imperfect as the rest of them. He till tried to fit other people into his own image, trying to change them and pull them from their comfort zone. which most days did not end well for him.
America huffed and pouted crossly. He was only trying to make a suggestion, England had been wearing the same maid dress since she had been his ward all those centuries ago. She should change her hairstyle, wear something different and try and act cooler. Staying the same was so boring, yet so many nations seemed to prefer that lifestyle.
He then stormed off sulkily going to find someone else who would be better company. He had only been trying to voice his opinion and bring England out of her shell. "Buzzkills" he muttered under his breath. They always had to ruin his fun. Older nations could be such a pain in his ass sometimes.
England then relaxed and sighed a heavy breath of relief. She had thought America would never leave her alone. Thank god, Scotland had been nearby or she would have lost it. Just what in the hell was wrong with her outfit? It represented her years as working as a nurse in the war years and healing wounded soldiers.
"Thank you. I was worried he would continue to pester me for longer than necessary" She said gratefully. What would she do without him? He always showed up when she needed him. While she did love America and he would always be her adopted son, he did tend to act like a handful now that he was bigger. But she only wished he would get off her case a little.
Scotland then moved from his position at the door and walked towards his wife. He could see she was stressed from dealing with America and worried about dealing with France. She never really enjoyed the meetings much because nobody took her seriously or harassed her. Those glasses weren't just for show, she was indeed an intelligent woman.
As he closed the gap between them and came closer to her, he placed his hands close to her face and removed her glasses. However instead of panicking like she had with America, she simply allowed it. She never minded it when Scotland touched her so familiarly, it was soothing, comforting even.
Scotland pulled away the spectacles and revealed her stunning green orbs. They were still as beautiful and shiny as they had been that day too. It made him fall in love with her all over again. "Only a' kin make fun o ye. A'n only a' kin see ye lookin sae cute" he said tenderly. Only he could look upon the face of his wife without her glasses, because if not America would try steal her.
England was his beloved and the woman he had married. The raging warrior with the gleaming green eyes who had aroused the fire inside of him and still made it burn all these years later. His heart would always be hers, he would never dream of giving it to another woman. She was the only person he would ever need.
England's expression softened and reached her hand out gripped his arm gently. Her fingers squeezing the material of his jacket tightly, but not enough to hurt him. She loved him so much it hurt, he was as precious to her as she was he. Their love for each other spanning centuries, through different era's and many wars.
Scotland closed the gap and cupped her cheeks with his hands gently, caressing her cheeks with his thumb. Only in front of her did she show his affectionate side. Only to her did he show this love, he would never allow anyone else to see him make this face, for she was his weakness.
They gazed at each other silently for a while, a silent conversation of love being shared between the two of them. They were so precious to one another yet they need not say it out loud. They already knew, with the way they looked at each other, the way they kissed and how their bodies still craved each other's touch. They truly were meant to be.
Scotland then leaned forward and kissed his wife tenderly still cupping her cheeks as he did so. She still tasted as sweet as ever, the gentle perfume of her hair wafting up his nose. He would never grow tired of kissing her, holding her, of being with her. She was his soulmate and his love for her would never fade.
England closed her eyes upon his lips catching her own. Her long lashes caressing her cheeks and a small moan escaping her lips. He tasted of tobacco and whiskey, but it was a taste and scent she had come to love. The smell she once hated with a passion becoming one she could not be without.
The two stood there for a while locked lips for a while. Unaware of the world around them and only being able to see one another. Nobody else mattered in this moment but them. Eventually they parted lips breathlessly. Both slightly flushed in the face from the lack of air due their intense kiss. Even after all these centuries their kisses took their breaths away.
Scotland wrapped his arms around England pulling her close to his chest and nuzzling into her hair. Without her glasses, she could hug him properly without having to worry about damage. Scotland then sighed heavily still holding England close to him, "A'm gae'n tae have tae keep an eye on America. Wee shite is gaen tae get a mammie kink" he growled.
He didn't care how big or powerful America was as a nation. He may have been bigger but Scotland was far stronger and had more experience in terms of military and fighting. He didn't know fear unless he had seen an angry scot. He had just as many brave soldiers and leaders in history as America had.
England simply laughed quietly and smiled. All of her worries, all of her doubts, they all left when she was in his arms. Because she never felt as safe as she did when she was with him. She could feel his heart beating in his chest, the heart that beat only for her and no one else. Her love belonged to him and him alone.
But she had to admit, seeing Scotland flustered because of America was too cute for words. She could tell he was jealous in every sense of the word, not happy at America's familiarity with her physically. But she would never say that, because it was her precious secret.
Only she could see him make this face, to see him so flustered and upset of other men. To see him look so loving and tender towards her, just like it was his to see her like she was now. Because they belonged to each other.
