Ok warning now; be prepared for feels and tears because this chapter hits you with them hard. But for added comfort I have also thrown in some fluff to lighten the mood.

Pure Scotland and England fluff that is so cute you will be crying and laughing a little by the end of this story. BTW "Brick shit house" means an overly masculine and strong male with a lot of testosterone.

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Scotland sat on her bed trying to stifle tears that wanted to erupt from her throat. She had just learned from her father that her mother had an inoperable tumor in her body. They had no idea of how she had come to develop such an illness but it was not biological so something else had caused it; so there was no danger of her daughter ever getting it.

She would last 2 weeks at most; meaning she should value the time she had with her. The servants had allowed small hours in which she could speak to her mother when she was not getting cared for. To see her mother being injected with med's and needing help with cleaning was not something she needed to see; especially if she had any problems.

She was only 14 years old and she was already going to lose one of her parents. Her father was already showing his grief and anger by drowning himself in drink leaving the servants to tend to her. He had completely forgotten he even had a daughter anymore; he was too lost in his own mind due to the trauma he was hit by.

He spent his time locked up in his room drinking and sobbing or having fits of rage. He was falling apart at the age of 40 because he was losing his beloved wife. This was all very understandable but he was scaring his daughter. But he cared little about it and continued his pattern of behaviour without care of his image or his actions.

Scotland was all alone in one of the most frightening situations she had ever been in her life. She was losing someone she loved most and could do nothing at all to stop it. She couldn't understand why this was happening; she could find no explanation of why this all happened so suddenly.

She didn't know why her dad was being so scary and breaking things. She didn't know why he drank so much and she didn't know why he stopped talking to her or looking at her. Nowadays he just shot her angry glares or sad looks; like he was looking at a ghost or a doll that someone had picked up.

"Arthur; why aren't ye here noo?" she whispered her voice cracking. She felt sick with fear and wanted to cry so bad it hurt. She didn't want to be alone right now; everything was falling apart. She couldn't fix it no matter how much she wanted to; there was no blade strong enough to undo the bonds of her mothers fate.

Suddenly her bedroom door opened making her jump. One of her servants came in looking worried and anxious. From her expression, she could see something was definitely wrong. She was panicking and anxious; looking behind her and listening out for sudden sounds as if she was expecting something to happen.

"Missy Isla; ye have tae get oot O the hoose" the servant begged anxiously. The master was heavily intoxicated and god knows what he would do in his state. Her co-workers were trying to calm him and make him stop the drinking. His temper had flared greatly and she didn't want the young mistress to see such a thing.

Scotland looked up fearfully; what had her father done now? Worse than that what was he going to do? Why was he behaving like this? What had happened to the loving and funny father she used to know? How had he changed so much in so little time?

"Gae awa intae the Garden" she said firmly. She walked over to the young girl's bed and opened the window. She didn't want her to be in the house with her father acting the way he was. She could at least have a small amount of happiness in the family grounds instead of being stuck in this empty and miserable house with the servants.

It was a terrible thing that was happening and she could understand his sadness. But he had to think of his daughter too; she was but a child and losing someone precious to her. She was even more scared and alone because she was innocent to this harsh part of life. Taking it out on his daughter would do no good; while it may not happen, the master was not in his right mind. Plus, he had drunk so much and his alcohol tolerance was poor unlike his wife's.

Scotland hesitated then started climbing out of the window quietly. She made sure to be quiet as to not be heard by her father and yelled at in his state. She then jumped into the tree by her window and started climbing down. She hissed as some of the branches yanked on her hair and the wood scraped her face a little on the way down.

The servant gave her a reassuring look and then locked the window. She knew that the servant girl would protect her with her life; even if it meant she would get reprimanded or punished. All her servants were very fond of her; they would protect her with their lives no matter what the cost may be.

Her long auburn locks blew in the breeze and she was only glad nobody was below her; as today she had decided to wear a dress but a plain one at that. She was wearing a green turtleneck dress with a white underskirt. Compared to the others she had worn in the past she could tolerate this one a lot better than the previous ruffled monstrosities.

She usually hated dresses but lately her mother had asked her to wear them. She had begged for Isla to wear them so she would have good memories of her cute daughter. Not wanting to upset her mother she had obeyed but worn the least girlish ones she owned. Whenever she saw her in it; her mother had smiled warmly her eyes gentle and happy.

As she reached the ground she hurried deeper in the garden wanting to be away from the house. The more she thought of her mother lying in bed sick with an illness the angrier she felt. She used be so full of life and so very moody but loving; now she couldn't even leave her own bed. What the fuck had happened so fast?!

The wind blew through her hair wildly like an angry storm. Leaves and tree's blustered in the breeze loudly creaking and groaning. It was quiet and no sound could be heard; she was the only person outside right now. All of the servants were inside tending to her mother or taking care of her father during this time.

She kept running faster her eyes stinging with tears but she kept running. Soon she felt her eyes watering and hot tears spilling down her cheeks but she kept quiet. As she got deeper and deeper into the garden she found herself blinded by the tears. Everything looked blurry and misshapen like some form of disillusion dream infused by drugs.

She hated this situation; she hated everything about it. It wasn't fair nor did she understand why it was happening. How had her strong, gentle and loving mother suddenly become so weak and frail? She always took such good care of herself; so why?!

"Why? Why is this happening?" she thought mentally. Was she being cursed by the evil faeries? Were they casting an evil spell on her to torment her? Was this for all the times she had skipped bridal training? For complaining about having to marry England? For acting like a bitch towards him or for not acting like a lady?

Was this her fault this was happening? Had she stressed her mother so much that her health had been effected? She didn't understand any of this; her head was a mess. Nothing made sense anymore and it only made her angrier and angrier inside.

She was so upset she didn't see the shadow approaching her. She didn't hear them calling out her name nor did she see their face. Even if she did she wouldn't have recognized them in her state. She didn't recognize anything or anyone right now; she only knew that she was hurting inside.

Suddenly Scotland felt herself crash into a figure. It was a person but she didn't know who as they were shadowed. She looked up only to see that person was wearing a dark green cloak covering their face. She tensed nervously and moved away from them "Watch far yer gaun" she snapped crossly. Who was he anyway? Why was he even in her garden? This was private property.

The cloaked figure tensed then removed his hood slowly. When she saw his face Scotland's eyes lit up with joy and sadness. She could not put into words how happy she was to see him. This was a long awaited wish in the middle of a nightmare that was surrounding her life out of nowhere; god she needed this relief.

"Isla? What happened? Are you hurt?" England asked worriedly. He had never seen her this upset before; even when he teased her affectionately. But right now she looked weak, fragile and scared; like she could break upon impact.

Scotland's eyes welled up with fresh tears and she felt them spill over her cheeks like a waterfall. She had longed to see him and now here he was; like he had heart her heart crying out to him. He had come to her and she was no longer alone; she no longer had to suffer by herself in her room while the chaos ensued around her.

She lunged at his chest throwing herself into his arms nearly knocking him over. She was way stronger than him but he was more than used to it by now. He wondered what she would be like when they became adults. The idea seemed very scary but also somewhat arousing at the same time; but he didn't know why.

"A'm sae glad tae see ye!" Scotland sobbed loudly. She had been so scared, upset and confused; with him here she could just feel safe even if it was for a short time. The dark clouds in her mind could be lifted and the sunshine could briefly shine through.

England was stunned to see Scotland so upset. Sure, he had seen her flustered or annoyed at mishaps or accidents but never enough to cry like this. Just what had made her so upset that she had broken down like this?

Slowly he wrapped his arms around her back and held her close to him. She didn't resist and even settled in his arms crying harder than she had before. He held tighter and simply let her cry until she felt better. His green eyes becoming hard and angry; his protective and fearsome side now coming to light.

Later

England and Scotland sat under a tree quietly hidden by shade as small fragments of light shone through the tree's. The breeze had settled and become more gentle compared to its previous harshness before. It was now gentle and simply blew like a soft breeze would blow grass in a field as the clouds rolled by.

Arthur could find no words to say; he couldn't even imagine how Isla must be feeling right now. To be a young teen like him and to be losing someone so important to her; she must feel so lost right now. Her mind must have been going self destruct mode and trying to find various ways to fix or handle the situation that was occurring around her.

He was still holding her hand while they sat next to each other. She had quieted down and become quiet but she was far from being ok; but she had become a lot more peaceful. However the tenseness of how she was gripping his hand showed she was still battling internally of what to do with herself and how to act in front of him.

Her long red hair tumbled in front of her face but he could see the puffiness of her red eyes from crying. Her eyes were filled with pain and confusion but her battle was continuing inside of her instead of showing. Trying to figure out how to continue being strong and not showing the pain that was obviously fighting hard to come out and make her break down.

England hesitated looking for something to say; hell, what could you say in this situation? He couldn't possibly try joking or laughing about it; that would just be awful. God he wasn't prepared for something like this. He never expected to have to comfort his future wife about losing one of her parents; this wasn't supposed to happen until her parents were old.

He cared about her so much and yet he was lost for words. He felt so badly for her but he didn't know how to convey his empathy or concern for her. But he did want to protect her and be there for her. He wanted to shield her from anything that ever hurt her or made her scared; so he could act as her shield when everything got too much.

"Isla…." England said quietly his voice hesitant. While he had no words or magic to undo this situation; he could be there for her. He could love her and help ease the pain in her heart. He could shower her heart, soul and body with his love until it became so much she couldn't handle his love because it overwhelmed her.

Scotland looked up to face him quietly strands of hair still tumbling over her face. Her eyes were filled with hope and yet so much sadness. She looked like a lost child which seemed ironic given they were still minors. Seemed now was the time for shades of their personality that never showed to make themselves known to one another.

England swallowed nervously then turned to look at her quietly still holding onto her hand "I…I won't ever leave you" he said shyly. While it sounded weird; he meant it with all his heart. He would never hold another, he would never love another, he would never look at another, he would never kiss another; he would only ever need her.

Scotland blinked quietly; she hadn't expected to hear such a thing from him. Especially when she needed support most of all; it meant so much to hear those words. It made a nice change compared to his forced heir of attitude.

"Arthur…" she said gently her tone grateful. Why now was he choosing to show his sweet side instead of acting like a posh gentleman; hell, who knew he could act like this. It seemed he was actually a sweet natured, awkward and very considerate human being; so why the rumors that he was stuck up, moody and an arse?

England's cheeks turned red; god he was being a mushy git but he really did care about her. He wanted her to know she could always rely on him to be there when she needed him. He wasn't perfect and he had a lot of growing to do in order to build himself as a nation; but he would do it for her and they would grow together.

"I….I really like you Isla; I know I'm not exactly a charming guy or built like a brick shithouse. But I will always protect you and I will ALWAYS care about you" he said bravely heat steaming from his cheeks and head. He was glad France wasn't here to see him act like this; he would tease the fuck out of him.

He was a capable hardworking person; he took his duties as a country very seriously. He had many years to grow up and develop himself as a country but he would get there. He would become stronger with Isla by his side. They would take on whatever life had to offer them the more they expanded and developed.

Hell as they reached puberty he may even become stronger; he may develop a strong and healthy body that she would drool over. He had a long way to go and he wasn't sure of what the future would bring but he would stay beside her. He would hold her hand and her heart as they faced anyone and anything that came their way.

Scotland sat there and stared in awe; she had never heard anything so cheesy and yet heartfelt in her life. He admitted he was weak; he embraced that he wasn't the best instead of trying to impress her. He was unlike any man or any other country she had ever known; it kind of made her feel like she was in one of those mushy romance movies.

He called her temper and tomboyish nature cute; hell, he had come all the way here alone to see her. Sure, he wasn't exactly a wet dream but he was cute and he had a big heart. He had good intentions and he was honest; that was by far the most important thing above anything else.

She then moved forward closer to him; up close his eyes were truly beautiful. They were lighter green than hers; but still very beautiful to look at. The way he was blushing now was pretty cute too. She would have to tease about that in the future to come; but only she was allowed to do so seeing as she was his future wife.

"Um…I…." England stammered shyly. He did mean what he said; but he wasn't used to being close to any women. Hell, he had never been kissed by anyone in his entire life; she was his first everything. But he would never admit that to anyone; not even frog face France.

"Quiet" she said firmly her green eyes sharp. If he opened his mouth now he would ruin the moment. It was probably the first time since they met that he hadn't managed to fuck up. When they first met he annoyed the shit out of her; now she could tolerate him at best hell maybe even admit she had a crush on him.

She closed the gap between them and locked her lips with him passionately yet making sure to be gentle. She closed her eyes wanting to forget about everything and just stay in this moment. His lips were soft like she imagined; he smelled like tea and peppermint which was oddly satisfying. She could get used to his smell and his odd quirks; maybe she had misjudged him.

Arthur felt his cheeks flush bright red and his heart race a mile a minute. The girl who supposedly didn't like him and had iffy moments with him; was now kissing him like her life depended on it. Her lips were soft and she tasted like strawberries; her hair smelt like heather and wild mint which was very arousing. Her eyes were red from crying but right now she seemed almost at peace.

They sat there kissing for quite some time; silence surrounding them and time stopping for that one moment. Nothing else mattered right now but the sudden gesture that had taken place between them. The gesture of trust and affection which symbolized the hope of their future relations with one another as nations.

Eventually Scotland pulled away releasing her lips from England's; she looked up at him quietly an intense blush colouring her cheeks. Her face nearly matched the colour of her hair. If anyone else had seen her right now she would be teased relentlessly for doing something so unlike herself.

England was the same his face redder than a strawberry and his head was steaming a little. He had lost all capability of talking right now due to shock of what had just happened. He was a mix of overwhelming joy and pure shock; but he didn't know which emotion to convey first.

"Ye better nae cheat or a'll cut aff yer balls" Scotland warned sharply. She was entrusting England with her heart; something she tended to keep protected from others. It was something precious and the most fragile part of her.

"YES!" England retorted quickly his voice a high pitched. The very idea of wanting to be with anyone else after that was burned; hell, he never had any intention to in the first place.

Scotland smiled cheekily "Guess ye dinna have tae worry then" she teased. It was just a warning; she never actually would but if he did he would be sorry. She was not very tolerant of unfaithful people.

She then leaned against his shoulder quietly surprising him. It seemed her parents had made the right choice in her future husband after all. He was a lot more surprising then she expected.