HEY! Thanks for the reviews, and I felt really nice so I am making an Scotland and England one-shot. Maybe some yaoi later? Review your thoughts! I looked up Scotland and England, and they look really cute together, but I don't know much about them. If this chapter is a fail, I'm buying a one way ticket to Fail Landia.
When England was young he had always grew up lonely. But until Scotland found him, all he had was Flying Mint Bunny. Even when Scotland found him he didn't care much about him.
England was sitting down playing chess by himself. Well, not by himself, Flying Mint Bunny was there and he was putting up a fight.
"Oh bloody hell Flying Mint Bunny. Beat me again alright," England said aloud. To a normal person he was talking to no one. But in him eyes, he could see him. And he was flying around proudly. Then a certain red head walked by his door.
(I'm going to pretend Scotland can see him and can do magic. Like I said, I don't know much about Scotland.)
"Ah, playing with Flying Mint Bunny aren't you?" Scotland asked.
England looked up for a second and then his face turned into a horrified expression.
"W- WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU WEARING?" England screamed.
Not wanting to draw more attention, Scotland went over and put his finger to his younger brothers mouth.
"Shush! It's a kilt! I'm getting ready for a festival you Git!" Scotland said in a whisper.
Now since he was so close, England asked the most random question.
"A festival eh? Now tell me, are you wearing anything under that?" England sounded just like France. He sounded like a pervert.
"It's tradition not to wear anything under a kilt," Scotland said because he was proud.
England went over and kissed him full on the lips.
At first Scotland was shocked, but then he gave in. He kissed back.
"Now Scoty, remember, the Lion always gets what he wants," England purred as he kissed Scotland's neck moving his hands to his kilt.
England looked at him straight in the eye and said, "Now we won't tell our brothers about this?"
Scotland replied, "Yes."
England smirked and pulled him closer. Scotland was not taking this well. His face was as red as Spain's tomatoes.
England continued to kiss Scotland. But every kiss was deeper and deeper. More needy and desperate every time.
England's hands fell to Scotland's kilt. Scotland blushed as he started to take off his kilt.
England's eyes grew hungry but then he heard beeping noises.
Scotland looked at his watch and gasped. "OH! I AM GOING TO BE LATE!"
England was disappointed but then he went back to playing chess with a scarred looking Flying Mint Bunny.
"Come on! Make a move already!" England said as he waited for him to make a move.
Behind a table Japan was looking at his photos.
"No, no. That won't do. What is he thinking? He is not supposed to be with Scotland! France! I see his string of fate and it says France!" Japan mentally screamed.
"Maybe I have to drug his tea more," Japan said hastily.
"Vee~ Japan. Can I get out of this box now?" Italy said.
"Ok Italy-san, but be quiet," Japan stated.
Japan walked over to England's tea and poured some substance in and quickly walked away.
England took a sip of his tea and his eyes widened.
He started coughing and then he fell asleep. Japan smiled. When he woke up he would want to see France. He borrowed something from Romania.
Japan was happy when he left and so was Italy. Germany didn't know why they were so happy, but he didn't want to know either.
