A/N I'm back! For... a little bit... anyway, this chapter is about Seamus, and I finally introduce another of the British Isles~
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Seamus was nervous. He was wearing a clean white shirt and a brown wool vest, his best black pants and gray wool hat. Today one of the other members of his 'family' was coming to visit. James Wallace, or Scotland.
While growing up Seamus never got out much, his mother's constant fight with England always had him afraid to go outside. Somehow, though, Scotland had gotten his address and expressed a desire to meet him. Now that he was a member of the United Kingdom along with Scotland and Whales he figured it couldn't hurt.
That was what led to him being dressed in some of his best clothes, and nervously waiting for the knock on his door that would alert him of the other nation's presence. The knock finally came, and he nearly fell out of his chair. He quickly walked to the door, unlocked it and opened it.
There stood Scotland, at least a foot taller than Seamus. Seamus was about sixteen, and was a little above average height for his age. James had choppy blonde hair that reaches his shoulders, a strong face, and very muscular body. He had what appeared to be five o'clock shadow, and the brightest blue eyes ever. The red haired boy thought France had very blue eyes, but they dulled in comparison to Scotland.
"Are you going to stand there all day staring at me or are we going to introduce ourselves?" The larger man said with a deep laugh at the end. Seamus blushed, he hadn't realized he was staring until now. He moved aside to let the man in, "o-of course. I'm sorry. I'm Seamus, you must be James. It-it's nice to meet you." He held out one pale hand in an offer to shake it. When James did grab his hand Seamus noticed it was very large, warm, and rugged in comparison to his own. His freckled cheeks blushed again when their hands fell away from one another.
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The day passed in relative peace, Scotland was a loud person, very much like Seamus' mother when she was in a good mood. He imagined what Wales was like, if Ireland and Scotland were so loud. He himself, being half English and half Irish, was quite tame (that is, unless he was drunk, but as of now he was under aged and not 'allowed' to drink...), as was England. Was Wales calm too? Or loud? He was curious.
Scotland seemed to enjoy himself. He ate (a lot) and read Seamus' newspaper. He was surprised when the Red head told him that he stayed here alone, unless his mother or father came to visit him. He then told Seamus fantastic stories from long before he was born, how Morgan, the embodiment of the Celts, raised the four of them. How England was Britannia, and Ireland was Hibernia. He told of how he, Wales, and Siobhan liked to mess with Arthur, yet he was too young to realize that, no, they didn't hate him, and run away to play with France, who was the son of Morgan and Romanus, or Rome. France came to play with them a lot, and would quite often break up Siobhan and Arthur's numerous scrimmages.
After his many tales, it was getting late in the evening, and Scotland had to catch a ferry home. James grabbed Seamus' hand and demanded that they walk down to the end of the block together, and the red head, with his freckled cheeks aflame, agreed. They walked, with their hands intertwined, and said their goodbyes. Scotland didn't release the boy's hand, though. Instead he used his free hand to ruffle his hair. He smiled widely and brought their hands to his face, still together, and Kissed Seamus' knuckles. The younger boy turned scarlet as James smiled at him. "I think i'll be visiting again someday, you're too young to be on your own!" and with that he let Seamus' hand drop and walked off, leaving Northern Ireland watching him leave with heated cheeks.
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Seamus lay awake that night, thinking of the friendly, burly man who visited him earlier. He blushed the entire time he thought. The one thing that crossed his mind was that maybe, just maybe, Seamus was having his first... no. it couldn't be.
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A/N short chapter is short. I am sorry... but I wanted to somewhat develop Seamus' personality and to introduce Scotland... soon enough I think Wales will make his appearance. Well, I hope you enjoyed!