EXTRA ENDING

'Therapy'… Pfft~

"Therapy?"

"Why dee we need therapy?"

"It's closure and stuff! I read all about it dude!" England and Scotland were staring at a grinning blond, in a small room.

"Closure…"

"Yeah. I am going to totally help you two sort this out! 'Cause I'm a hero and brothers should get along!"

"Like ye two?" America quickly shut up and frowned. England went quiet too.

"…well no…" He grinned again. "But you two shouldn't fight and I'm going to help!"

"We dinnae fight much anaemoore." Scotland replied bluntly.

"What about the 16th." Scotland's eyes hardened at him, the cold green piercing into America.

"So that's whit this is aboot…" England looked at his shoes, with mixed emotions on his face.

America nodded furiously, smiling. "Yeah! Then you won't have to beat him up every year!"

Scotland paused in thought before shaking his head. "Nee. I'm leaving." He stood up and headed towards the door.

America latched onto his arm.

"NO! I need to help you! I'm a hero!"

"Yer tha one who needs help! GIT OOF MEH!"

He ripped his arms away from America, only to have the blonde jump at him with his entire body in a rugby tackle. Both fell to the ground where they struggled. "Let me help you! It's what a hero is supposed to do!"

"If ye want tae help me, leave meh alone!"

"No!" They was some more struggling as Scotland tried to push America away so he could get up and leave while America was clinging for dear life onto the red head. England sighed heavily. He didn't want to do this either. This was one part of the past he wanted to stay down and dead.

"America. Stop be so obnoxious you wanker. Have you considered that Scotland and I do not wish to divulge our history and emotions to you."

"But I just want to help…." He looked up at England with large puppy dog eyes. England squirmed uncomfortably with a light blush. He looked away with a sigh.

"Maybe just a little if you're so curious…" America looked down expectantly at the red head. The red head groaned, muttering some very vulgar phases.

"If I bloody play along fer haffa hoor, can I leave!"

"Yeah dude." Scotland went quiet.

"Fine but yer both gonnae regret this afta wards..." America beamed widely.

"Awesome!" He scrambled to his feet and offered Scotland a helping hand to his feet. The Scotsman batted it away harshly. He got to his feet by himself and crossed his arms in defiance.

"Right, whit dee ye want tae ken, ye fucking nosy brat?"

England rolled his eyes but looked mildly upset. He hated expressing emotions because he was bad at it. He was a tu.. a sun… a 'tsundere' according to Japan. America sat down and pushed Texas up his nose like a professional. He grabbed a clip board and pencil and sat down.

"Right patients! Sit down so I can be a totally cool hero and save you!" Scotland gritted his teeth and sat across the table from the blonde. England sat nearer America than Scotland but still out of reach. "So the 16th of April right? That was the battle date." Scotland cocked his head.

"Ye remembered?"

"Ummm…" America held up a Scottish history book. "I borrowed it from France…"

Scotland's emerald eyes narrowed slightly. "Really?..." His voice was low, thoughtful but hid a slightly threatening undertone.

"Yeah." America continued oblivious of Scotland's dislike of him prying into his past. "But it was boring so I only skimmed it." He added lightly.

Scotland narrowed his eyes even more. It was annoying when someone was being so nosy but it seemed even worse if they were being lazy about it because they thought it was boring.

"So let's get started! What started the war?"

"Politically or between the two of us?"

"Dude. It's therapy! You two."

"Scotland was being a git!" England stormed slightly. "He was acting like a wanker after signing the treaty!" America nodded, with his pencil moving across the pad. "He just kept treating me like a little brat! Then he went off and started following that 'Prince' Charles out of the blue!" Scotland shrugged.

"I jus' followed meh clan, the clan Stewart of Appin. I didnae haffa real reason tae rebel."

(A/N – My head canon is that whatever clan Scotland is his middle name when he's using Kirkland as his last name and last name when he's not. So he is in the Stewart clan at the moment but in his past the name was different depending on the clan he was in. He's been in the Stewart clan a very long time.)

"What? That's it? Weren't you looking for revenge or something?" The red head shook his head.

"Risings are very common in meh country. England always blamed meh fer them though mostly I had nothing tae dee with them." England scoffed in disbelief but the older man continued. "Scotland was rarely united in tha past and was always at conflict with itself in a series of mini civil wars. There are aboot 153 clans and 68 main ones which all had their own thoughts and ideals."

"Hmmm… So all the clans hated England…" America hummed loudly as he scribbled something down.

"Eejit…"

"What?"

"It wasnae a Scotland Vs England war. It was just a collection of some Scottish clans, English men and a few Irish and French soldiers. Yer entire perspective of tha war is wrong. Ye dinnae read tha book at all, did ye? There were plenty of Scots helping the redcoats tae. Though it was still mainly English…"

"So why did you join with the Jacobites?"

"I told ye – me clan joined." America looked slightly disappointed with the repeated poor answer.

"So you were fighting for your freedom at least?" England snorted.

"America. It wasn't over that git" He jabbed his thumb at the annoyed red head. "Charles wanted to be king of all of Britain. Like I would let him… Scotland was just being a selfish, jealous git."

There was a small pause.

"Ye sound like a wee bairn agen…."

"Shut up! I do not!"

"Ye also sound like yer tha one tha is jealous…" Scotland's tone took on a more sadistic and mocking one. "Begging tae be noticed or recognised. Begging fer 'big brother's' 'respect'. 'I'm not a child!' or 'Stop treating me like a child!' and meh favourite 'Please recognise me, Big brother!' Yer oot tha windae!"

"Now. Now…. This is a therapy session. We are each entitled to our opinions but we must respect others."

"So ye'll respect meh thoughts when I say England is an attention whore."

"B-Bloody selfish wanker!" England shouted back.

"Needy wee brat!" The red head yelled.

"Jealous idiot!"

"Envious bassa!"

"Whoa! Stop it you guys!"

"Why tha fuck are we actually here?"

"For thera~"

"The real reason, ye eejit! If yer fuckin' curious oor something, jus' ask us!"

"W-well… I suppose if you're offering?" Scotland smirked cruelly and stopped shouting.

"Let's learn tha truth, shall we." He turned on England, leaning in on him. "Did Cumberland make meh oot tae be a monster?"

"W-Wait? What?" England was shocked into quietness at the sudden change in direction of the conversation.

"Ye heard meh! True oor false – The red coat army's leader, Cumberland, animalised tha Jacobites."

"…true."

"True oor false – The red coat army received tha order 'hold no quarter'."

"Un…t-true…"

"True or false - The Jacobites werenae given tha' order 'hold no quarter' but an order was forged tae enrage yer men!"

"t-true…"

"True oor false – The red coat army killed all on-lookers and bystanders at the battle and on tha way tah tha battle! Including women, children and innocent men who had nae part in the rising!"

England looked away, down and red faced in shame.

"Answer meh!" Scotland snapped.

"… true…" It was little more than the barest of whispers. The Scotsman slammed his fist into England's jaws. The blonde was knocked back in his chair. America rushed over to his former big brother to help him.

"If I haffa monster flowing through meh blood but he has tha same blood tae. Whit dee ye think he is then?" America turned to glare at Scotland and found the red head to be leaning in close enough that their noses nearly touch. His bright sapphire eyes widened in surprise as he took in the closeness of the two glowing emerald ones narrowed in annoyance.

"Will ye still save meh brother though ye ken tha' he's a monster." A low tone that seemed dangerous. America didn't look away like England and with unwavering eyes, he replied confidently in a serious tone.

"Yes. I will save him. I am a hero." Scotland tched, pushing himself away from the blonde.

"Eejit…" He started heading for the door. "Yer gonnae regret that. Monsters cannae be saved…." The red head was just on the edge of the doorway when America called out.

"I will save him!... And I will save you too!"

He barely heard the "Eejit" that Scotland mumbled half-heartedly as he left. He didn't nearly as annoyed or angry as before. In fact he sounded a little subdued and doubtful about America's statement – almost as if he wished it was true but didn't believe it was.

England deflated visibly when Scotland left. "Ahh… That was bad…. Sorry you had to see and hear that… You must hate me now…"

America paused before breaking into a grin. "No way dude! That's all history and junk." He waved it off absently, wrapping his arm around England's shoulder making him go red faced. "Now I need a burger and a coke."

"Uh… Do you really think you can save me?..." The Brit mumbled embarrassed.

"Yeah!"

"…. And my… brother too?..." America stopped and looked at England.

"Yes." England sighed slightly looking relieved.

"Thank goodness…" America grinned widely at England's thoughtfulness towards his brother. He was a different person from that past version. It made the American happy to see his ex-big brother a better and happier person.

"That, dude, is why I don't hate you."

"Huh?"

"Come one! Mickie Ds await!"

"Wait! What did you mean by that? America!"

Just outside the door -

Scotland was just out the door when he walked into an eavesdropping Welsh man. The man had a neutral expression but his eyes looked intrigued by the discussion in the room.

"Oi! Were ye listening in?" Wales ignored the question, speaking in his quiet voice as they both walked down the hallway together.

"Hmmm… I thought ye were nae meant tae lie in therapy…"

"I thought yer nae meant tae listen either…"

"So ye admit it was therapy and ye were lying…"

"…."

Scotland smirked suddenly. "Ye ken, it's lucky yer nae noticed much with tha smart mooth of yers. Ye would end up deed otherwise."

Wales shrugged slightly. "I ken… So ye gonnae ever tell anaeone tha truth?"

"Nee so sod off."

"So yer nae gonnae say that ye feel 'guil~"

"Sod off!"

"Come on. Ye hafta say it sometime!"

"Nee. I dinnae!"

"Can ye at least admit yer 'jeal~"

"Gawd so help meh Wales, I'm gonnae~!"

"Fine. Fine…. I'll stop now…"

"…."

"So yer really nae gonnae tell anyone?"

(A/N – Yep. There are a lot of misconceptions about the Battle of Culloden.

I think I sorted out the main ones in here.

After the battle – Well you know what happens.

All Scottish landowners lost their land, tradional highland wear became illegal, Gaelic was forbidden, bagpipes were also now illegal and many other rules and laws that suppress the Scottish culture and subsequently the Jacobite culture. Many innocent people were dragged into the mess.

Everything here is true about Culloden. On the way to Culloden if the red coat army passed anyone, they would be instantly and automatically killed, regardless of age or gender or if they were even a Jacobite. The battle itself was horrific. After the battle was over, Cumberland's men went around killing every single Jacobite left alive and anybody watching the battle. It is still historically known as the most horrific act done by the British military.

Way to go Britain – how proud do you feel now? *Sarcasm*

Scotland also carries a mountain of guilt and a tiny molehill of jealous. He blames himself a lot for the brothers all fighting since he did sort of started it and stuff. But he was forced to as well. He's also jealous that England can get past it while he feels trapped by it. It is kinda complex and will be addressed! It's on my evr growing to-be-written list which I will update and post soon.

Also Scotland is a yandere. He expresses all his emotions physically and with action. He's not really a tsundere, who has trouble expressing emotions, because he knows what he's feeling and can tell people about it. Though it might be with a kiss or a fist depending on what he is feeling…. He still likes his privacy though.

The genre I write depends on my mood. I felt in the angst mood so I wrote this. So this was a slightly angsty one but I still tried to add a little humours and truth seeking.

A week ago, I was feeling in a gorey mood so I wrote quite a bit of gore last week. I'm tempted to post it soon….

REVIEW PLEASE!)