Sweet Memories ch. 15: Scotland's view
Hi people! Ok, so I'm going to make Scotty and Al hate each other, but I'm going to give Iggy and Scotty a good relationship just to piss Al off. Also, if Scotty sound weird to you, sorry, but that's how I imagine Scotty talking. Enjoy!
I examined the person at the door. He wore a beige suit with some stupid-looking jacket and a pair of glasses. Blue eyes and blond hair, he had a weird looking curl sticking out.
"...Who the bloody hell are you?"
"Who are you?"
I grinned and took the cigarette out of my mouth.
"I'm Scotland, England's big brother."
I chuckled as the idiot stood mouth-open at the door.
"Ah, Scotland! How nice of you to come!"
I looked over and saw France walking over.
"Let's just get this over with ye frog."
France sighed as he pushed the idiot aside.
"Why do you two insist on calling me that?"
"'Cause it's what you are."
He frowned as I grinned.
"Well, come in-"
"Wait!"
The idiot finally came to his senses and blocked my entry as I growled.
"Prove that you're Iggy's bro."
I laughed as France face-palmed himself.
"Iggy? That's a good one."
I quickly changed my mood as I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close.
"Listen ya brat. I've been taking care of me brother since he was a wee baby and now you're questioning me?!"
I loosened my grip as France pulled him aside and whispered something to him. "Fine." he growled. He walked away as France let me in. We went to the living room (which I may add was a horrible mess) and sat down.
"So brat, who are you?"
"...Alfred."
I scoffed as he frowned.
"No way can ya trick me. You're a country too since you know England. He wouldn't let normal humans know about him. So I'll ask again. Who are you?"
He looked at France before scowling.
"...America."
I blinked. I heard England took a so call "America" in as his brother, but I didn't imagine this brat was him. I laughed.
"So, my brother tried to raise a kid and this-" I gestured all of America, "-is how it turns out?"
I hit a nerve. He jumped up and threw a punch at me, but I caught it and glared at him.
"Don't even try lassie."
France pulled him away as I started to smirk.
"America calm down!"
"You're telling me to calm down?! Try telling him that!"
I started to laugh as France and "America" started arguing.
"Alfred?"
Suddenly, it got quiet. I slowly turned my head to the door and my eyes widened at the sight.
...England...
Standing at the door was my brother, looking exactly the same as when he was still a baby. He stared at America and France for a while before his eyes wandered to me.
"...Scotland?"
We all sat in silence for a while until England ran up to me. He jumped up, arms open, and hugged me.
"Scotland!"
Smiling, I hugged him back.
"How are ya doing lad?"
He giggled as I swung him around in the air. Then I placed him on my arm as he stared at me.
"Why do you have different cloths?"
I blinked in confusion.
I guess France was right after all. In that case...
"Just curious to see how it fits."
We smiled at each other before turning back to the idiots.
"Well lad, care to introduce me to your friends here?"
He nodded as he pointed to France.
"This pervert is called Francis-" he pointed to America, "-and the stupid-looking one is Alfred."
Then, he jumped out of my arms, moved towards them and turned back to face me.
"And this is my big brother Scotland!"
He smiled at me as I grinned at France, who face-palmed himself again, and America, who was mouth-open, again.
This will be one hell of a time.