Alright, I had my last exam TODAY! I am ridiculously happy, I finally finished! As I write this it has been barely an hour since it finished. It was my English oral exam, which could have gone a little better but at least I think I passed the exam. I mean, analysing a text in 20 minutes is not easy after all. Especially if it is a text by Jane Austen. History exam last Friday went okay, but from all the cool stuff we studied this year like the Cold War, Decolonisation, Vietnam War, after the Cold War... what do I get? How the EU was formed. =_= Sorry, nothing against the EU but it isn't the most interesting subject compared to the other stuff I studied. So I was a bit disappointed but I managed to answer all the questions on the paper. However when the examiners began discussing the formation of the EU with me, they quickly noticed that politics is really not my thing and that I didn't know a lot beyond what I had learned in lesson. Seriously, first asking me what came before the euro? I never even heard of the ECU until that day. Or asking me which EU institutions make the decisions... well I got 2 out of 3 right, I had no idea what the 3rd one was though. My history teacher thankfully saw that I was struggling and instead asked me to describe in detail the decolonisation of a country my choice. I picked India because I knew that one of by heart. :3
Otherwise, life is going well. One more week before I graduate, then I'm going for one week to Rome to visit a friend, then spend a few weeks in Switzerland, then a couple of days in southern France and then come back to collect my stuff and leave for Scotland where I will spend the next 4 years of my life studying to become a zoologist. Sound like a plan? Of course it does. Will I be able to upload a new chapters during that time? I'll... try. I'll see if I can post a new chapter before leaving for Rome. I doubt I will be able to write anything during my stay in Rome, I'll be visiting tons of places. Switzerland, I'll probably upload something again, that is if we manage to get Internet. We're staying at my grandmother's house and the most modern thing she has of technology is a 60-year old radio. We'll try to get the Internet nevertheless. We'll see how things go, alright? (yeah, for most people summer vacation means more computer time but actually for my family it means "no technology AT ALL!")
Yeah, so enjoy the newest chapter! ^^
Chapter 29
"Romano, did you see anything odd with Angleterre when you met him here?" France asked insistently, having quickly rushed over to Spain's house to confirm that England had truly disappeared like Spain had informed him.
The Italian shrugged and replied, "When I came here, he was just sitting there and said nothing at all. Then he stood up and walked deeper into the field. I thought he just wanted to explore so I let him go. How was I to know that he would disappear?"
"Are you sure you've looked everywhere for him?" France asked Spain, sounding almost desperate. Spain nodded worriedly, chewing on his bottom lip.
"I've looked everywhere I could think of. Inside my house, around it, in the fields... I don't know where else to look for Inglaterra..." Spain answered dejectedly. Where could have England disappeared in such a short time?
"Is Angleterre... at least still on your land?" France held his breath in anticipation, assuming the worst.
Spain grew thoughtful for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration. He shook his head sadly and said, "I feel nothing, Francia. Inglaterra isn't here anymore, I can't feel his presence."
"Merde!" France cursed under his breath and started pacing back and forth, trying to think of a solution to their problem.
"Wait, you mean England nation-hopped?" Romano asked incredulously. "I thought he forgot how to do that."
"Apparently Angleterre remembered how to do it again." France sighed, running a hand through his wavy blond hair.
"But Inglaterra couldn't have gone far, it takes a lot of energy to nation-hop to another country. Maybe we should look in the neighbouring countries for him." Spain proposed suddenly, his green eyes lighting up with hope.
"Hmm, that's not a bad idea." France nodded approvingly as he stopped his pointless pacing. Spain took out his phone and started dialling a number.
"I'll call Portugal to see if Inglaterra is maybe at his place." Spain explained cheerfully before pressing the dial button.
France silently wished Spain good luck with talking with Portugal and then he turned to face Romano. He wasn't completely convinced that Romano had nothing to do with England's disappearance. It just didn't make sense why England would suddenly run away without a reason. On top of that the Italian seemed slightly uneasy although he was doing a pretty good job of hiding it. One thing France was sure about, Romano didn't look innocent.
What did you do to Angleterre...? France wondered silently, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Romano felt France's stare and turned to glare back at him evenly.
"What do you want, you pervert?" Romano demanded defensively, unnerved by the Frenchman's scrutinizing.
France snapped out of his thoughts quickly and replied calmly, "Could you go over to your house to see if Angleterre is there by any chance?" France smiled innocently, still earning him a distrustful glare from Romano.
The French nation was almost certain Romano had said or done something to cause England to run away. And France was going to find out sooner or later. But for now they had to concentrate on finding England without kicking up too much of a fuss.
What would the whole world say if it was revealed that they had lost England?
"And what will you do?" Romano huffed and crossed his arms, breaking through France's thoughts once again. France had to stop himself from sighing out loud in exasperation.
France quickly masked his irritation at the Italian and replied smoothly, "I'll go back to my house to check if Angleterre is there and then I will pass by Monaco's house to ask her to keep an eye out for Angleterre as well."
Both nations then heard Spain start speaking quickly on the phone. "Hola Portugal, I just wanted- no, no, don't hang up on me! No, Portugal, I just wanted to ask something... no, it's not a favour...-wait!"
A short pause followed.
"No Portugal, I really just want to ask you about Inglaterra..."
After another hard day of negotiations with the politicians had passed, Belgium finally walked tiredly out of the building. These politicians were doing nothing but talk and argue and then talk some more! The negotiations were going nowhere! They were once again unable to agree on one stable government!
Belgium really wanted to finally have a stable government and to stop being so dependent on the regional ministers. She didn't like how some nations snickered at her lack of a government, she had even beaten Iraq's record of not having a government the longest time. Imagine that, Iraq! Of course the Middle Eastern nation found Belgium's situation highly amusing, which really did not help the Belgian nation to feel any better.
Belgium also wanted Wallonia and Flanders, her only two regions, to finally stop arguing with each other. Flanders was barely holding back from launching himself at Wallonia's throat while Wallonia continued to provoke him with her blatant ignorance and disrespect to "his" people and language.
Honestly, the only reason why these two Belgian regions hadn't split up to be their own countries yet was thanks to Belgium's heart, Brussels. Although the capital city was technically on Flanders' side, the city was practically 85-90% French which meant that if Flanders left to become an independent nation, he would have to give Brussels to Wallonia.
Of course Flanders had no intention of doing that, Brussels was after all his prized city, his pride. So he and Wallonia stayed together despite their differences and Belgium had to suffer their quarrels on a monthly, almost weekly basis.
The Belgian nation sunk into her thoughts as she wearily trudged home. She was barely aware of the screeching of the cars, she had grown used to the appalling driving of her own people. However she did look up when the car screeching didn't stop and some people started shouting.
The sight that she beheld both surprised and horrified her. In the middle of the road, cars were skidding violently to a stop as many drivers hit their brakes. Their reason for doing that was because there was a little boy amongst the cars, seeming completely lost and frightened by the vehicles.
Some people were shouting warnings to the boy but he didn't seem to be listening to them. The drivers were yelling angrily at the little boy to get out of the way. Belgium gasped as she suddenly recognized the boy.
England? What was the little nation doing here? And in the middle of the road nonetheless!
Without giving it a second thought Belgium rushed out onto the road towards the Brit. The screeching of more car wheels and the angry shouting of the yet more drivers did not faze the Belgian at all.
"England! Over here!" She called out as she got within hearing distance of the smaller nation, hoping to get his attention before he got hit by one of the cars.
The island nation spun around as he heard Belgium's call but instead of looking relieved he looked even more frightened than before. No longer trying to avoid cars, he ran in the opposite direction from Belgium and in the blink of the eye disappeared from her view.
Belgium stopped running and looked around in confusion. What had scared England even more that he had run away from her?
... Wait, was he running away from her?
But... what had she done to him? Belgium had met England today so the Brit should have recognized her. So why had he fled?
Brought back to attention by the yelling of the drivers as she was blocking the circulation, she crossed the street to the location where England had disappeared.
England had nation-hopped? Belgium thought England had forgotten how to do that. But if he was nation-hopping again, did he even know where he was going? Wasn't it risky to do it when one did not really know where they were going?
Was England running away? But from who and why?
Belgium shook her head, taking out her phone and started dialling. France had some explaining to do.
France left Monaco's house, feeling rather down-spirited. He hadn't felt England's presence on his land at all and neither had Monaco felt anything on hers. He hoped Spain or Romano had more luck than him, even though Spain quickly learned from Portugal that the Brit was not on his land.
His phone started ringing in his pocket. France quickly snatched it out, hoping for some good news... Wait, was that Belgium who was calling him? Why?
"Oui?" France answered the phone hesitantly, wondering why the Belgian nation was calling him when she had talked with him earlier today.
"Hey France!" Belgium replied brightly. Thankfully she quickly came to the point of her call. "There is something that confuses me a little bit."
"Quoi Belgique?"
"Wasn't England supposed to be at Spain's house?"
"Oui, that was the plan originally..." France shifted uncomfortably, considering whether he should tell Belgium of England's disappearance or not.
"So why then did England appear at my place?" Belgium demanded suspiciously.
France brightened immediately and excitedly asked, "Angleterre is at your place?"
"Was." Belgium corrected before continuing, "I saw him but the moment he saw me, he ran away and nation-hopped. We met today so he should have been able to recognize me, right? But he still ran away."
The French nation deflated a bit in enthusiasm. So England was still out there, wandering around aimlessly?
"Well?" Belgium was waiting for an explanation.
France sighed and mumbled slowly, "Angleterre... for a reason I can't comprehend yet he... ran away from Spain's house. None of us know why nor do we know where Angleterre is going. We don't even know how he learned to nation-hop again."
"But... that's dangerous!" Belgium sounded slightly appalled. "If England's nation-hopping without even knowing where he's going... didn't Switzerland once say that if you nation-hop without knowing your destination you can land in completely random places?"
"I thought about that as well..." France admitted nervously. "But that was never proven right. Switzerland could be wrong on that theory."
"What if he's right?"
"Then..." France began and faltered. He sighed, "Then Angleterre is really in danger. And I don't know how I can help him."
Both nations were silent, each wondering nervously how to proceed. Belgium asked carefully, "In what kind of danger could England be in?"
"Angleterre could appear near an erupting volcano or another place where a natural catastrophe is about to take place. And if that happens what are the chances he will be able to escape in time?"
There was a short pause as Belgium considered France's answer. Then she questioned, "How many nations know about England's disappearance?"
"Relatively few, there's only moi, toi, Espagne, Portugal, Romano et Monaco."
"Are you going to tell England's brothers?" Belgium finally asked the question that France dreaded the most. France took a deep breath, willing his panicked thoughts to calm down.
Indeed, how was he to explain this to England's brothers? Especially Wales, it had taken France so long to convince the Welsh nation that he could take care of England properly. France also shouldn't forget Scotland, he was normally by nature an easy-going nation but France also knew that he took his role as an older brother very seriously.
"France?"
France shuddered slightly and sighed. "I suppose I have no choice, oui?"
"Is there something I can do?" Belgium proposed sympathetically.
The French nation smiled grimly, "Merci Belgique, but all I can really ask from you is to keep an eye in case Angleterre reappears on your land and to make your siblings aware of the situation so that they will also keep an eye out for our little Brit."
"Oh, okay then. I'll do that." Belgium hesitated before quickly adding, "Good luck France."
France murmured his thanks and hung up on Belgium. He then took a deep breath and started dialling Wales' number. If he couldn't avoid this then he might as well get over it.
Pressing on the call button, France nervously waited for the other nation to answer.
Scotland and Wales were lounging in the living room, Wales engrossed in a book and Scotland watching a film, when Wales' phone rang from the other room. Wales sighed tiredly and lay down his book on the armchair.
"Why can't I ever have a moment of peace?" Wales grumbled as he stood up.
Scotland looked up from his film and he asked in puzzlement. "Why don't you just ignore the phone? They can't expect you to be attainable 24/7."
Wales shot Scotland a disapproving gaze. He replied, "If everyone did the same as you... I have no idea what this world would come to then."
"Oi, I never said that I do it!" Scotland defended himself. "It was just a proposition."
But Wales had already left the room to answer the phone. Scotland heard Wales' greeting and quickly learned that the caller was France. The Scot shrugged and returned his attention back to the film.
After a prolonged silence, Scotland heard a clattering sound. Looking from his film again, Scotland stood up and went to see what had fallen. Outside in the hallway stood Wales, the phone on the ground. Wales' face had considerably paled and he wore the expression of shock.
Scotland was about to ask what was up with his younger brother when he became aware of the excited chattering that was coming from Wales' phone. Curiously, the Scot picked it up to listen what the other was talking about.
"...Please forgive me Pays des Galles, I really didn't want any of this to happen but I can no longer pretend that Angleterre has run away-"
"England ran away?" Scotland exclaimed, cutting France off. The Scot heard France inhale sharply and a nervous gulp followed.
"Oh... euh, Ecosse. O-oui, I'm a-afraid to say England is... gone. He ran a-away." France stuttered helplessly. Scotland narrowed his eyes.
"What did you do to him, Frenchie?" Scotland growled suspiciously, clenching the phone tightly in his grip.
"I didn't do anything!" France quickly denied, alarm in his voice. "Angleterre was at Espagne's house, helping with the yearly harvest. The last nation who saw Angleterre before he ran away was Romano!"
"So... where is England then?" Scotland demanded loudly, unaware that Wales had recovered from his shock and was attempting unsuccessfully to get the phone back from Scotland.
France sighed heavily. "I really don't know Ecosse... Angleterre is nation-hopping, I can't follow him."
"He's... what?" Wales asked, looked momentarily stunned before grabbing the phone from Scotland. Scotland tried reaching out for the phone and caught a side of it. After a bit of fumbling, both nations decided to share the phone so that neither would miss what France was saying.
"Are you absolutely sure that England is nation-hopping?" Wales asked carefully, frowning.
"There's no doubt about it Pays des Galles. There is no way Angleterre could have disappeared so quickly without nation-hopping. Belgique also saw Angleterre nation-hop in front of her."
"But," Scotland hesitated, "didn't Switzerland mention a theory of the dangers of nation-hopping when you don't know where you're going?"
The heavy silence that followed answered the question. Wales took a deep breath, probably trying to calm himself down and think rationally.
"How many nations know?" Wales finally questioned wearily.
"Not many. Angleterre has been missing for only a few hours." France replied apprehensively.
"So what do we do now?" Scotland looked at Wales worriedly.
"Well, we definitely should NOT go out and declare this news to the entire world, that would be extremely stupid. Some hostile nations might use this to their advantage, especially now that England is out in the open and vulnerable. We should... make the nations of Europe aware of the situation first and we might have to organise a search party for England to scan the whole European continent. Australia, New Zealand and the other Commonwealth nations could keep an eye out for England from their homes." Wales explained, his brows furrowed in concentration as he tried organising his thoughts together.
"But what about the rest of the world?" France asked in a puzzled tone. "Angleterre could nation-hop to the Americas, Africa or Asia as well."
"You could tell America and Canada about England's disappearance to begin with." Wales pointed out and then hesitantly added, "I'm really not sure about the rest though... I suppose I could tell China and Japan but I'm hesitant about the rest."
"Alright, you go and tell America and Canada about this, got that France?" Scotland ordered authoritatively. "And while you're doing that, we'll gather the other nations of Europe and search for England."
France was spluttering something, no doubt protesting against being commanded around by Scotland. Scotland heard him say something like "I'll not be the messenger of doom to them...!" before he hung up on the French nation with a smirk.
Now France was also going to have to face America about England's disappearance. Serves him right. Wales coughed and took the phone away from Scotland.
"You know, this is my phone so you had no right to hang up on France like that. And you shouldn't order France around." Wales admonished, frowning at his older brother.
Scotland only grinned impishly. "What would you have said to France then instead?"
At that the Welsh nation smiled ruefully. "Probably not much different from you." He then grew more serious. "Okay Scotland, you go and tell Ireland and Northern Ireland about this. I will go and get the other nations together."
"A-are... are you absolutely sure about this?" Canada asked nervously as he spoke to France on the phone. He had just heard the news from France, the French nation having preferred to call Canada first rather than facing America.
"Unfortunately oui, Angleterre has run away and is nation-hopping. No one knows where he is right now..."
"But why would England run away? What happened?" Canada asked perplexed, pacing back and forth nervously.
"I really don't know!" France exclaimed exasperatedly.
After an awkward silence France apologised, "Sorry Canada, but I've had this question thrown at me too many times today and I feel like I'm getting all the blame for losing Angleterre. He wasn't even under my care anymore when he ran away!"
"I'm sorry France, I don't mean to sound like I'm blaming you. I just can't understand why England suddenly ran away like that. Are you sure he didn't just get lost while in Spain's fields?"
"I wish..." France sighed. "But if he really was lost, Espagne would have found him. The fact Angleterre remembered how to nation-hop shows that he wanted to get away and rediscovered how to nation-hop under these circumstances. As well as that, when he saw Belgique he ran away, even though he had met her earlier today."
"What can I do to help?" Canada asked worriedly, stopping his pacing around.
France chuckled tiredly and said, "Merci for being so willing to help but I'm afraid there is not much to be done. Angleterre could be anywhere in the world right now, so no one can follow him. All you can do is to try to catch him if he appears on your land."
"You're making it sound like a hunt." Canada frowned slightly at that.
"It is if Angleterre continues fleeing from us." France pointed out simply. "We need to understand why Angleterre is fleeing from us. Something must have happened but I don't know what exactly. I must go soon, Pays des Galles is gathering together the European nations so that we can discuss what we can do to find Angleterre."
"Oh, okay." Canada sighed a bit, he was really worried about England. How must the Brit be feeling now? What had caused him to run away?
"So, can you pass the news on to Amérique please? I've really had enough of being the messenger of doom today and I don't want to face Amérique's anger on top of that."
"B-but why are you pushing the responsibility on me France? That is hardly fair!" Canada protested.
"You're his brother Canada, surely he won't be harsh with you. However he'll hardly have any mercy reserved for me. I'm begging you, can you do this favour for me?" France begged, sounding very desperate. The French nation's imploring voice made Canada's will bend in favour of France.
The Canadian sighed. "Alright France, I will make sure to pass the message on to America. And make sure he doesn't come after you seeking revenge."
"Merci beaucoup Canada, you're saving my life!" France burst out happily. "I'll keep you updated about Angleterre! Bisous!" Then he hung up on Canada.
Sighing again, Canada wondered if it was just pure coincidence that he had come over to America's house today to pay him a visit. America was in his room playing his video games while Canada had left the room to answer the phone. Really, America never bothered to tune down the music of his game, it was impossible to talk to someone on the phone in the same room with America playing his game.
With heavy steps Canada returned to America's room, already dreading the time he was going to tell America about England's disappearance. The American had done a good job at hiding the fact that he wasn't too concerned about England and that he was absolutely convinced that he was "no good" for England's recovery.
Canada snorted at that thought internally. The hero could affront anything else but he wasn't able to confront this memory and finally talk things out with England? Sure, it wasn't a comfortable memory and it certainly wasn't America's proudest hour in terms of being heroic. But England needed to be told, he needed to understand. How else was that rift between these two finally going to close?
The time for confrontation was coming soon, America couldn't keep avoiding it. That much Canada was sure about.
As Canada entered the room, America was still fixated by his game. The Canadian silently sat down beside America, wondering how he should break the news to his brother. He didn't have to wonder for too long.
Without looking away from the screen America brightly asked, "So, who called? Why did they call?"
Canada blinked in surprise but was glad for the opening that America was offering him. He coughed nervously and said quietly, "It was France, he had something important to tell..."
"Oh? What did that pervert want from you this time?"
"He..." Canada hesitated there but decided to just spit it out already. "Listen America, England is... missing. He ran away."
A tense silence followed that statement. At first Canada thought America hadn't really heard him. But then he saw how tightly America was gripping his game controller. Also the race car of the game that the American had been controlling went off track and crashed against a wall and exploded. America's shoulders were rigid and slowly they started trembling.
Finally America said in a voice that shook with anger, "Are. You. Kidding. ME?"
Canada flinched at America's harsh tone and opened his mouth to defend himself. But America cut him off swiftly.
"How long?"
"Huh?"
"How long has England been MISSING?" America turned to glare at Canada, his azure eyes flashing in anger.
The Canadian shrunk back from his brother while he squeaked, "Only a few hours! Stop being angry with me America, I'm not to blame for this!"
"Which idiot was watching over England? France?" America spat out, unable to calm himself down. He flung the game controller away from him, the object crashing to the ground and smashing into pieces.
"Spain." Canada corrected quietly, willing himself to stop looking at America directly. He had to find a way to calm the other nation down.
America looked momentarily stunned before growling, "Couldn't they have picked someone less airheaded than him? How was he taking care of England? What are they going to do now, huh? Where is England anyway?"
"No one knows where England is, he started nation-hopping again but he doesn't know where he's going so he's appearing in random places." Canada answered nervously. "France asked us if we could keep watch if England appears on our lands. France and the other European nations are meeting together to discuss what they should do."
This bit of information seemed to pique America's interest and cool some of his anger down. "What, like now?"
"...Yes."
"Why aren't we there then?"
"We aren't European nations America."
"So?" America blinked, gazing at Canada oddly. "England is my business too, I don't see why these Europeans should shut me out of it. I want to find England too." America stood up suddenly and grabbed his bomber jacket.
Canada started to protest, "America, I really think you shouldn't go... I mean, they didn't ask for your assistance..."
America, clearly not listening to Canada, grabbed the Canadian's wrist and pulled the northern nation to his feet. "You're coming with me Canada!" He declared determinedly. "Don't you want to find England too?"
"I do but-" Canada began but anything he said didn't seem to register in the American's mind. Before he could do or say anything, Canada was being dragged out of the room by said American, and he really wasn't in any position to decide otherwise.
What am I being pulled into again? Canada thought wearily.
A/N
Poor Canada, he's being pulled around yet again by the boisterous American. So, who's happy to see America back? I know some of you will be really happy, it has been one of the most common requests that I've heard. Well, America is finally back and man he is pissed! But he's back and he won't leave the stage again, at least not for a very long while. I also brought Scotland and Wales back, hope you guys are also happy with that. England's brothers will start coming back like America, they are crucial to the plot as well. ^^
For those who are interested to know more, I've given you an accurate image of how things are going in Belgium. (since I've been living in Brussels for 6 years now) Yeah, Belgium actually beat Iraq's record for being the country with no stable government the longest time. Look it up, there are quite a few articles on that. It is actually funny considering that Belgium is the one who has the inofficial heart of the EU. (Brussels) How does a nation continue functioning without a government, you ask? We have regional ministers, that's why. A lot of newspapers outside Belgium make her situation sound so melodramatic that it shouldn't be taken seriously. There are no riots going on, no fights, nothing. It's just the French and the Flemish people don't get along very well and can't agree on anything. ^^; It is a pretty chaotic country, or at least Brussels is very chaotic. We don't strike as often as the French but we reach the borderline sometimes. Belgium only has two regions, Wallonia and Flanders and these two regions don't get along well. Brussels was originally a Flemish-speaking city but with the large immigration of French people into that city in the past few decades, most people say that the city is about 70-90% French now. Fact is, you meet with great difficulty a Flemish-speaking citizen there, you're more likely to meet a French-speaking citizen. If Flanders were to leave to become an independant nation, they won't be able to keep Brussels. So it is sure they will stay with Wallonia because obviously they will never accept giving Brussels to Wallonia, depite the city being more French than Flemish.
And the Belgians do drive really badly. O_o Even worse than the Italians! The Italians, it is all about speed. But for the Belgians, it's freaking free-style and breaking all types of traffic rules. I've observed Belgian traffic and Italian traffic so I know what I'm talking about. You have to have good reflexes in Belgium, I was almost hit by a car or truck on 6 occasions. The drivers really don't see you if you're crossing the street, you have to literally glare at them to make them stop. So a word of warning if you ever go to Belgium, beware of the horrendous driving. Oh, and being in a bus is sometimes more dangerous than being outside of it.
Now, last thing I want to add. We all know about pixiv Scotland who got quite popular with the Japanese fandom a while ago, right? Okay, well I like the design but I really don't agree with his personality. But I noticed that the way his personality is depicted is becoming more common in the English-speaking fandom. Bad-ass and jerk Scotland seems to be getting popular. I think I'm the only person with a Scotland OC who is cheery and rather easy-going, though mine is also quite prideful. Look, I based Scotland's personality on some Scots I've met in my life. Scots are really not as cruel or England-hating as some people think they are. At least that's not the impression I got from the Scots I met. And when I read some fanfics where England's brothers are present, it is becoming increasingly clear to me that many don't bother to read a lot of history on them or they wouldn't make those kind of mistakes. Let me make something clear: Scotland was never forced into the UK! Wales was invaded, Ireland was invaded, but the invasion of Scotland FAILED! The Battle of Bannockburn tells the whole story about how Scotland managed to remain free and kick England's ass quite literally, even though it took England ten years to stop sulking and finally accept Scotland as an independent nation. Scotland merged with England WILLINGLY in 1707 and that was due to when Queen Elisabeth I of England died in 1603, the King of Scotland became the King of England as well. Sure, England took over the steering wheels of the UK for a long while and wasnt always fair on Scotland. But people forget that Scotland wasn't in the UK because he was invaded like Wales and Ireland. And if Scotland wants to, he can leave. Yes, if Scotland holds a referendum and the Scots vote in majority for independence, then Scotland can leave the UK and England cannot and will not stop them. (the same goes for Wales and Northern Ireland, all they need is a majority of their people asking for independence) There are actually plans to hold that referendum in Scotland in 2014 or 2015 and there is a great chance that Scotland will be in a few years independent. So all that resentfulness I see in fanart and fanfics where Scotland and England are concerned? Not necessary and quite unrealistic. I'm just saying that to the people who plan on writing Scotland in their own fanfics, I can't stop you guys from writing the bad-ass, cruel, jerk and rapist Scotland but I am reasoning that it is not an accurate image of him. Just wanted to share that with you guys, it is not an attack, simply an opinion from a person who knows a great deal about the British Isles.
