Parliament

They arrived in the centre of Edinburgh on the train. The streets of Scotland were surprisingly busy despite it being a normal working day.

"God. Don't these people have any work?" England complained as he was pushed about in the bustling streets.

Wales chose to ignore him or not answer him. Scotland's streets were always strangely busy no matter what time or day it was…

England paused in front of Scotland's parliament in the middle of Holyrood. He stared at it a moment. It was a strange building. Apparently contemporary and sleek, it just looked plain weird to England. He still couldn't believe the fact that it had won several significant architectural awards with such a strange design. He supposed it matched his brother and his odd quirks; it was a blend between old and new designs and images.

He saw that Wales had left him behind, entering the building's door. He hurried after him. He was wondering why his brother had came with him. It was clear he was not angry at Scotland like him and he had some sort of crazy idea that Scotland was missing the wedding to work as all of his money was spent on Ireland's, North Ireland's and England's drinking nights. It sounded utterly ridiculous to the short gentleman.

He stomped past Wales to the desk. Despite England's anger and impatience, he was still a proper English gentleman so acted politely towards the receptionist.

"Hello ma'am. I would like to see an Ian Kirkland. He should be in a meeting at the moment but it is very important that I see him."

"Who er ye?" England gritted his teeth a little; his patience was getting the better of him.

"His brother, Arthur Kirkland." She dialled a number into the phone behind the desk and after a few minutes. She hung up.

"Sorry, Mr Kirkland but Ian isnae able ta talk ta ye at tha moment. His meeting finished an hoor ago but he is still very busy." She said coldly to him. England sighed irritably before placing his hands roughly on the table.

"Do try again…. Please!" The receptionists looked at him warily. Wales suddenly appeared beside him.

"Tá brón orm fer me deartháireacha. Cait a bheil Alba?" Her eyes widened momentarily, along with England's.

"Dè an t-ainm a tha oirbh?"

"Alba's bráithre, Wales." She nodded in understanding. She picked up the phone and said some quick things before giving Wales directions.

England stared at Wales astonished. The two began down a corridor. England whispered loudly under his breath.

"She understood Welsh?"

"Nee…. She ken Gaelic…."

"I didn't know you spoke Gaelic!"

"It's common courtesy ta ken yer brother's language…." England remained silent. "Scotland told me ta use Scottish Gaelic if I wannae ta see him quickly…" England was surprised.

"When did ye learn Scottish Gaelic?"

"Same time I learned Irish Gaelic and Latin. From Birth…. I learned English later when ye made it yer official language."

He didn't know how to speak any of his brother's languages or that Wales was such a linguist.

"Can Scotland speak Welsh?"

"Aye. Ireland, North Ireland and Scotland can all speek Scottish Gaelic, Irish Gaelic, Latin, English and Welsh fluently… It's natural fer them…"England fidgeted, feeling slightly guilty, only knowing his own language and his previous language, Latin.

Wales led the way until they came to a room. Wales knocked before going inside. Scotland's office was a medium size. One wall was completely glass. There was a large oak desk in the middle, with two huge main stacks of papers and other smaller bits of paper spread around. Scotland was writing quickly. He didn't bother glancing up when Wales entered.

England stormed in and pushed past Wales. He slammed his palms on the desk and glared at Scotland. Scotland continued writing like he wasn't even there. England waited for his brother to respond to him but became impatient when the red head continued ignoring his presence.

"Scotland."

"Aye?" He kept his head down, writing.

"Scotland!" He paused in his writing.

"Fine! Whit do ye want, ye wee git?…." He said grumpily. England huffed.

"Why are you no attending the wedding anymore?"

"'Cause I donnae want tae."

"The REAL reason."

"Fine. I git work." England huffed.

"Then don't go!"

"I cannae! I hav' ta go!"

"Why?"

"Cause I got nae money! My government decided tha' I need ta work ovar time fer now." He kept his head down, writing again. He hadn't looked up once since England and Wales had entered the office.

"What did you spend all of your money on?" Scotland paused a moment.

"Whiskey and cigarettes…." He muttered under his breath. England rolled his eyes.

"I knew it!" England crossed his arms.

Wales leaned into England and whispered something. England muttered something back. Scotland continued staring down, trying to write. He jumped when he suddenly felt England behind him, grabbing the sides of his head.

"Whit ar~" England pressed his nose into the messy red hair.

Scotland froze in surprised. England felt Scotland become tense beneath him but ignored that. He gently sniffed the hair. He had forgotten how comfy to touch it actually was. Despite how coarse and messy it looked, it was pretty soft. He sniffed it gently.

He could smell Scotland's shampoo, paperwork, peat and freshly cut grass. Scotland always had a natural scent about him. He also caught a strong whiff of coffee for some reason too. But no cigarette smoke or alcohol smells….

England pulled away and released Scotland's head. England walked back to the front of the desk, with Scotland still staring down, frozen.

He blinked a couple of times and resumed writing. England watched him carefully. After a few minutes Scotland took the piece of paper he was writing on and ripped in half annoyed. Wales spoke up for the first time in the office.

"Ye began writing in Gaelic agen, Alba?"

"…Aye…." He admitted grumpily. Wales walked up to Scotland who had begun re-writing the piece of paper again.

"Ye always do tha' when exhausted."

"…."

"Alba."

"I ken!" Scotland snapped at Wales, who flinched.

Wales crouched down a little and looked into Scotland's face that had been dipped down the entire time. After a moment of looking he stood up again.

"Let's go England. Alba isnnae gonnae go tat ha weddin'."

Wales left the office and England followed him. He acknowledged that Wales was right but that was it. He still didn't like Scotland and he knew Scotland didn't like him. Scotland would still beat the total crap out of him every other week.

"Tch. I can't believe Scotland isn't coming to the bloody wedding…" He muttered. He looked at his quiet older brother."What was that last bit about?"

"… Hmmm… Alba's probably hasn't slept properly the past week… His waste bin was filled with paper work that was half written in Gaelic and he had really bad, dark bags under his eyes…" England looked at Wales again. He clearly under estimated the turquoise eyed man. He had been the one to tell him to sniff Scotland's hair to check for cigarette smoke and stuff.

"How much do you really see, Wales?" Wales smiled slightly.

"A lot." England sighed.

"Why did you come here if you knew you were right?"

"Cause ye wouldnae believe me til ye saw Alba fer yerself. I came ta make sure tha' Alba dinnae beat ye up befoore tha weddin'."

Maybe Scotland wasn't the only crafty one in the family.

(A/N -I based the story on the fact that some parts of Scotland didn't get the day off for the wedding. I was at school ALL day. I missed the wedding completely! My mum and dad both had to go to work as well. To be honest, most of Scotland had a holiday but the Highlands wasn't really apart of that. If you did get a day off on that day, then good for you and don't complain that the story was 'inaccurate' because it is partially true.

Scotland smells like coffe because he has been drinking a ton of caffine to stay awake.

Scotland is always busy for some reason... I really have no idea why... It is busy in the middle of the day when everyone SHOULD be at work... Strange...

I have the feeling my Scotland isn't violent enough... I think that is because the relationship between Scotland has improved since he got his own parliament in 1997 so he doesn't beat up England so much anymore. Though before a couple of years ago, he used to hit England a lot.

To solve this - I'm going to do some more storys on their pasts together where they used to try and kill each other etc...

Fists are louder than words. And quoting another fan fic 'I hurt to love and love to hurt.'

There is only one more very quick chapter for this story... I kinda ran out of stream on it and it became a quick (kinda bad) drabble...

It will be about the wedding and will be very short because I became lazy on this story. I want to hurry up and do the next one!

Scottish Gaelic Translations

Tá brón orm fer me deartháireacha. Cait a bheil Alba - I'm sorry for my brother. Where is Alba?

Dè an t-ainm a tha oirbh? - Who are you?

Alba's bráithre, Wales. - Alba's brother, Wales.

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