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Scotland x Fem!Canada
Rated: T
Dedicated to: cheesecakette
(Fail!Scottish Accent)
Kilt
Only real men wear them
Out of all of England's colonies, Scotland had to be most fond of Canada.
"Mr. Scotland – it's very nice to see you again!" Canada timidly said, fidgeting nervously as Scotland smiled widely down at her, "Mr. England said I could play with you today."
"Oh, Lassie ~ howfur mony times hav ah tellt ye tae ca' me Uncle?" Scotland said affectionately, bending down to pick up the pre-adolescent nation and poking her nose adoringly, "Ye dinnae tae be a' formal wi' me."
Canada nodded shyly, trying desperately within her mind to translate his Scottish accent into something that she could understand, "Whaur be wee America?" Scotland asked, knowing how fond the two were of each other (and how protective America was of his little sister).
"Alfred is with Mr. England," Canada sighed, "I think that Mr. England forgot to take me with them again." She sniffled, wondering why England had stolen her from her France when he only seemed to forget her at every moment.
"Aww ~ dinna worry aboot it. Thay wull be daein' boring parliament stuff anyway. Wouldn't ye rather hang oot wi' me instead?" Scotland grinned, trying to cheer the little blonde up.
Canada nodded, staying silent for a moment while Scotland bounced her up and down like an infant. She clenched her eyes shut, trying hard not to be rude, but she couldn't help but blurt out her next question, "U-Uncle, why are you wearing a skirt?"
Scotland blinked, before bursting out in deep hearty guffaws, "Lassie, this is na skirt, tis a kilt!" He winked down at Canada, "Tis a pairt o' mah culture." He grinned again when Canada looked at him with wide-eyed curiosity.
"Ah will be telling ya a bawherr secret," Scotland suddenly lowered his voice, "Ainlie real men wear kilts!"
Was that why England always wore pants...?
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