A time skip from the last chapter explaining Scotland and England's life together

Sorry its not very long

Many centuries had passed since that time. Since Scotland and England had been two small countries and betrothed to one another. Since their first meeting and their brief meetings where they would sneak out to meet each other. Now they were a united nation and a married couple.

They had faced many hardships, both physical and emotional alongside many wars. Many battles and painful moments they had shared together but come out stronger than ever. Learning lessons and receiving scars of both emotional psychological and physical damage.

England was no longer the young boy he had been and was now a rugged well-built male. An ex pirate, an ex-privateer, an ex-soldier and one of the greatest nations of history. His language and culture spanning centuries and he had served many rulers that had come to pass, loyal to each and every one while not sharing all of their political views.

Over his time as a country he had kept his promise. Even when they were separated by the vast blue ocean when he had to go to sea. Remaining loyal to her only but having a few conquests but not for love, simply for power and satisfy urges that came with being at sea.

Of all the women, he had seduced or other male nations he had bedded. None of them could compare to Scotland in any way, shape or form. His heart would always be hers not matter whom tried to claim it. Though many had tried they had all failed and ended up with broken hearts at the rejection of their affections.

The two wore matching rings to show their relationship to each other as a married couple and uniting as a nation. They were both Celtic rings made of pure silver and carvings, however hers had a blue stone in the centre while his had a red. The design respecting their pasts while also symbolizing their countries national colours.

The two had discussed it sometime before their wedding, both admiring them the morning after. The two of them fingering and twisting them around their ring finger. The weight of their marriage and new status growing on them. Knowing that this wasn't a dream and they were actually one in body and soul.

Even after all these years his cooking sure as hell hadn't gotten any better. The guy could even burn hot water if that were possible (god knows she had no idea how). Many times, had she come home to a burned pan or a disaster of a dinner he had tried to prepare. Of course she had made him buy new ones but as always they had made up.

But he made a decent cup of tea and was rather good in the garden. She did enjoy enjoying a freshly brewed cup with him, especially after a long shift at the bar. However, she tended to enjoy hers a lot stronger than he did. At first he used to comment on her method of tea drinking, but later learned not to question it due to her temper.

Their garden consisted of various national flowers the two loved from their countries. He tended to adore roses of every kind and tended to them daily; them being his pride and joy. However, he had planted bluebells and thistles for Scotland; treating them with as much love as his own national flowers.

As a husband, he was kind, loving and somewhat stubborn. He was only completely honest about his feelings when he was around her, or when they were alone together. However, she had come to love his Tsundere side. At first she had thought him just being a wimp but come to learn how shy the other nation really was.

Though she was not a cruel person, Scotland did get a kick out of teasing her husband. Watching his cute face flush with embarrassment and become shy and awkward instead of his usual confident self. However should anyone else tease him on it, of course she would dare the fucker to say one word against him.

England was her husband, lover and partner. It was her right as his wife to tease the shit out of him every now and again. However unless they were truly close to him she would hunt said nation down and threaten them with her sword making sure they never got such ideas into their head again.

But she would never forget what he did for her in their past. When she lost her mother nation and her father nation had turned abusive and distant towards her. He had been her sole comfort and confidant with all the swirling emotions that had been laying inside her heart. She was only glad now they were at peace together.

Scotland was no longer the young girl she had been back then. She was still as wild and damaged by her past but was even more radiant than she had been back then, and just as beautiful. Every day that passed England had felt his heart race every time he looked at her, knowing he had made the right choice by choosing her.

Her body becoming very much a woman's as puberty had done its job. Her healthy breasts and curves forming to prove her womanhood and her flowing red hair growing longer. However, with it came the painful reminder of her monthly visitor. It was fair to say when that time came around, he spoiled her more than usual.

Her cooking was somewhat better than England's but it could often be very greasy. She wasn't one for tea and preferred her liquors and strong whiskeys compared to his love of ale and rum. When it came to the drinking side, she could tolerate her booze better than him. While it didn't take long for England to become intoxicated, Scotland could drink him under the table.

On many a night, out she had carried England home while heavily intoxicated and cared for him. However, a few times (but very rarely) this had led to drunk sex on his side but she had to agree she enjoyed the pirate side that came out when he drank rum.

Scotland still dealt with her inner demons and her temper had only become worse years later. But she smoked pot to calm herself and found it to be a healthier option than nicotine. England himself would join her with his love of pot. He had experimented with it during the 60's and 70's, now secretly partaking it in the comfort of their homes.

Though they often argued and England could be intimidated by his wife now and again. They loved each other without question and would rely on each other when need be. They were a team and would always take each others side when everyone else was against them. In sickness and in health after all.

The two sharing an unbridled passion for one another and sharing unspoken words of love with each other. They only need to gaze into each other's eyes quietly and share their affection mentally. The affection and genuine love they felt for each other could not be expressed in simple words, only by looks of love.

Scotland did scare the other nations and more notably America himself. During the period of when England had raised the boy as his brother, she had acted as a mother to him. She had taught him of both their cultures and of how they came to meet. She had been stern and fair with him, while England acted very tenderly and loving towards him.

Though she too had to go away every now and again for her own countries duties. She thought of the boy often and wrote to him more than England. But felt guilt knowing that America would be home alone crying for them. Caring for the then smaller nation had brought out many maternal feelings in her since she was unable to have a normal child.

However, upon the revolution, England had been in pieces. His mental and physical health plummeted and he would do nothing but sob for days on end while easing his pain with booze. He had come home with fewer soldiers, soaked by the rain, his uniform a mess and his body heavy and eyes red from crying so hard.

His trust had all been broken that day and could never over the pain he had felt that day. He had never been able to love another being the way he had America. Raising one as his own only to lose them so suddenly. Upon the 5th of July every year he would decline to a bedridden state leaving her to care for him.

Scotland had not hated America for what he did, understanding he wanted to grow and spread his wings. However, she could not completely forgive him for causing England to suffer the way he did. He was her lover and husband after all. Anyone would be upset to see their partner in such a critical state. When he was too fragile to, Scotland had stood in and helped with the paperwork.

The whole time not speaking a word to America or his officials. Simply concentrating on what needed to be done. But her eyes had been wild and angry, showing America just how hurt she was by England's state. When he tried to speak to her, she had simply spoken to him coldly and left him alone. It had been as hard on her during America wanting independence as it had been England.

In modern days, the two still had a tense relationship but had made up for some of their damage. Her still scolding him and keeping him in line when the younger nation got out of hand. Unlike her other half, she was not against yanking his ear, pinching his cheek or kicking his ass when he got out of line. They had to learn the hard way sometimes.

When it came to relationships she and England shared some mutual friendships. She and France got along well but she didn't appreciate him chasing after herself or her husband. While she herself was open about her sexual desires and attraction to her husband; she was not one to cheat. She loved England dearly and the idea of losing him made her feel sick inside.

The two made good drinking buddies and often teased England together. However, Scotland knew when her limits to joking should be, while France himself often forgot when to stop. On the rare occasion she had reminded him of when not to joke in dark humor of the past, since it truly did cause England pain.

When it came to her human alias to hide her country status, Scotland was under the guise of Isla Kirkland aged 22. Scottish nationality and an experienced bartender. While she was known for her beauty as a bartender and popular with the male gender. She was known for her scary temper and intolerance for rowdy customers and bar fights.

She was close friends with Ireland and France's ex ward Canada. Often times she preferred the gentle Canadian over the rowdy and loud mouthed American nation. She was one of the few people next to South Italy and France who could tell Canada apart from his brother. Often getting annoyed with her spouse and his ex-ward for forgetting him.

But that did not mean she didn't appreciate or feel gratitude for the life she now lived alongside him. No, she couldn't put into words how truly happy she was by his side. After centuries of life as a country. Watching her nation grow and developing their countries together she had never felt as truly content as she did next to England.