Scotland and England!
England coughed lightly as the smoke from his older brother circled around him like a teasing vulture to its prey. Scotland smirked and ruffled his little brother's golden hair.
"Breath that smoke in!" Scotland exclaimed. "It's better than the smell of war! It's good for you!"
England smacked his hand away and blushed before muttering,
"I'll die of lung cancer before I can ever smell war."
Scotland's eyes narrowed, but he kept his temper bottled as a sinister smile crept upon his face.
"What's that?" he asked. "Does somebody want to wear the kilt of shame?"
England's eyes became filled with absolute terror and fear. He dashed off out the door with Scotland hot on his tail, determined to get his little lad in a kilt.
Two Days Later~
After chasing him halfway across Europe, Scotland finally caught England and put him in the kilt. Clinging to Prussia in horror, Germany stared.
"Bruder!" he whispered. "Don't do that to me, please! It's so embaressing!"
England held his head shamefully at Germany's words as Scotland took pictures. He had never been more humiliated by his "big brother."
This was in my head…I hope you liked! Sorry it was short, left my notebook I wrote this in at school -.-
-AwesomePanda24