Two Drabbles today because I haven't posted any in a few days.

Also, if you still don't know how Scotty admitted his feelings then read my story 'Downpour'

Enjoy ;)

One thing England had learned about Scotland since they'd admitted their feelings for each other in a cheesy and dramatic way was that Scotland tended to be cheesy and dramatic when it came to romance. Don't get him wrong, it was sweet, entirely too endearing to be honest, but it was still cheesy and dramatic, and under principle alone he was required to roll his eyes at it. Like when...

England idly mentioned that they'd never had a real date Scotland as good as dragged him out of the door, and to the local park. England rolled his eyes, but joined Scotland on the abandoned swings, and laid with him in the middle of the adjacent field until the sun went in and the rain came out, and they hid in a chip shop until it passed, a fancy one with booths, huddled on one side of one, idly eating the overpriced fried potatoes.

Or when...

They went to the cinema a few days later, he yawned obviously, wrapping England in his arm and tugging him close. England rolled his eyes, but they watched the film cuddled close and paying more attention to playing with each other's fingers and kissing as discreetly as possible than the movie itself.

Or when...

They arranged to have a romantic night in, simply because Scotland happened to notice they were nearing their we've-been-dating-long-enough-to-deserve-an-anniversary-right? anniversary, Scotland wouldn't let him into the kitchen until he was done cooking, and when he was, the table was decked out with candles and a rose that England was sure was picked from his garden, and Scotland lead him to the table with a smug air about him. England rolled his eyes, but he had the ghost of a smile on his face as Scotland placed food in front of him (which was the perfect mixture of complex-looking and actually simple, to impress while still being cook-able).

England wasn't sure when they'd stopped being bickering idiots and started being love-sick idiots, but he wasn't sure he could complain about it at all. After all, there were worse things to be, and he was certain they'd grow out of it eventually-

"Hey England,"

England looked up at the source of the noise, humming out a questioning note.

"Dude, what's up with you? You've been zoning out the whole meeting."

England cleared his throat, smiling awkwardly at America, "I'm fine my boy, just some things on my mind is all."

"What kinda things?"

"Things that don't concern you."

"Was it Scotland?"

England seriously considered punching that idiot right in his smug 'I can see right through you' face, but stopped himself if only because if he hit America's glasses he didn't want to be picking glass out of his knuckles for hours.

"It was totally Scotland, damn you've got it bad!"

"Will you shut up, we haven't actually gone public yet!" England hissed at him, prodding him in the forehead.

America rolled his eyes, "Taboo-Shmaboo, no one cares."

"Easy for you to say when you're fucking your brother too," England grumbled, resting his head in his hands.

"Not exclusively," America replied haughtily, "I'm not a loser like you."

"Well excuse me for enjoying monogamy."

"You're just old fashioned."

"I'm-" He stopped himself abruptly before he finished that sentence, because if America ever heard him say the phrase 'I'm in love' he was sure life would quickly become a chore.

"Whatever, you douchebag, you coming for lunch or not?"

England pursed his lips for a moment, considering whether to react to the insult, before sighing resignedly, "Yes, let's go."