Church
Heretic, that's all he is. Nothing but a heretic…
"Oi, what are yah doing?" Scotland asks getting no response. "Arthur?"
Blasphemy, a sin against the Church and his people. It's all he is after all.
"Arthur…" Scotland says again as he takes his brother's quaking shoulders. "Easy Lad."
Why do you even both? Your brothers hate you.
Now Scotland holds his brother close to his chest, He doesn't care who sees or what anyone thinks, "Arthur come back ta me…don't let them win."
Slowly England's eyes start to water, "I should have been burned a long time ago…"
The older isn't surprised. "Don't let them win. They can't do anythin' ta yah anymore so don't give them that power." He rests his head on his younger brother's forehead. "Fight it."
"I'm a heretic."
"No you ain't. God loves you, yah little shit. God loves you, your people love you and I love you too." They all have their personal demons, but some are louder than others and for England it can be almost deafening.
"Scotty…" England starts after a moment, "It's a like a chorus."
Holding him tighter Scotland nods. "I know lad…I know." He whispers, "I hear them too…"