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[. Rising Nation .]
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"Are you sure you have to come with me?"
"If ye' ask one more time I'll make sure to ALWAYS come on yer future meetings," Scotland threatened with a groan, 100% done with England's nagging.
"Seriously, ye' have already asked me at least five times."
England sighed and looked up at the ceiling as if praying to a God for patience.
"Fine. Just don't stare and gape at him like a complete idiot."
"What's the big deal? It has been centuries since I last saw Sweden, and I'm curious what the guy looks like now."
"Yes, but he-"
"Don't tell me he's still so shy he hides behind Norway's back like when we were wee ones."
"He's still shy and easily embarrassed, but no, that's not-"
"Then one more at the meeting shouldn't be any problem. I don't see the big deal."
"You would if you shut up for a second and stopped interrupting me! Sweden IS a big deal, and knowing you-"
Scotland groaned in annoyance. He was obviously not about to let England's upcoming rant stand - besides, annoying him was way too much fun - but before Scotland could interrupt England (again) they were instead interrupted by a pointed cough.
"Lord Oxenstierna has time to see you now."
"Thank you," England replied while both of the brothers pretended the secretary suddenly standing in front of them most likely hadn't just heard their entire conversation, before England then sent Scotland a glare. 'Behave', the glare clearly said.
Scotland huffed in annoyance, but didn't say anything else while he followed England and the secretary through a plain corridor to what Scotland assumed was Sweden's office. Once they arrived to the door at the end of the corridor the secretary then gave the door three short knocks before opening it.
"The diplomats Lord Arthur Kirkland and Lord Alistair O'Connell of Great Britain are here for the meeting," the secretary introduced them.
Sweden, who had been sitting behind his desk and been reading some paperwork when they came inside, snapped up his head with obvious surprise on his face before he asked his secretary something which Scotland's rusty Swedish roughly translated to what sounded suspiciously like: "Two of them? What happened?"
However, to Sweden's visible confusion the secretary only shrugged back in answer, and soon enough the man left the room to leave the three of them alone for their meeting. Scotland could already see what England meant with Sweden still being shy. Despite how Sweden had filled out nicely from that scrawny small boy Scotland remembered from back in the days when they last met, the guy was already fidgeting in his chair while shifting his gaze quickly between him and England.
"Right," England coughed awkwardly. "My apologizes on the unannounced addition to our meeting, Sweden. My brother insisted to come with me this time. I hope that's not a problem."
"No- No, not at all," Sweden answered in a way that made Scotland suspect it was, in fact, very much a problem.
Though to be fair it was more likely Sweden just didn't expect his shy ass would have to talk to a second nation today, and he was now trying to quell his nervousness enough to do so.
"Don't mind me," Scotland told Sweden cheerfully, trying to make the poor guy relax a bit. "I'm just here to annoy me cabbage."
"R-Right, I will go and get you a chair" Sweden replied and gave him a confused look while England instead gave Scotland another angry glare.
Sweden then rose from his own chair, and to Scotland's gaping shock Sweden only CONTINUED to rise. Scotland saw it happen as in slow-motion, how Sweden stood up and eventually towered over both him and England. If Scotland's eyes weren't mistaken him the top of his head would barely reach Sweden's chest if they stood next to each other.
"Give me a minute and I'll be right back."
When Sweden walked past them Scotland couldn't help but to turn around and follow Sweden with his eyes in shock as the TALL – how the hell was Sweden that TALL now!? – man left the room. It was only when Scotland once again was alone with England that he couldn't help but to turn to his brother.
"W-What!? What the fuck!?"
"Told you Sweden was a BIG deal," England replied with a tired sigh and gave Scotland a pointed look. "Now stop gaping like an idiot and close your mouth."
Rather than trying to think of a come-back Scotland decided to ignore his brother in favor of trying to school his face into a diplomatic or at least more neutral expression. Scotland, while cursing his luck, also realized how very fucked he was in his attempt.
"I'm never coming with you on another meeting."
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[. A/N: An older fanfiction I realized I've forgotten to upload, but it was a lot of fun to write. It's based on the fact that I headcanon Sweden to be 218cm (7'15), England 175cm (5'7), and... Scotland to be stocky & strong but ultimately only 160cm (5'2) short.] x)
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