A/N: So I've decided to leave the kidnapping for the next few chapters perhaps. Mainly just to put more on the line than just independence and relationships. As I write this authors note, I am waiting on the referendum results, how fun.

Scotland needed to find France. No trace in his hotel room or around the hotel. He tried to avoid his brothers as much as possible due to the arguments that were going on currently. Alaistair didn't need England nipping at him about this whole thing right, he needed to apologise to France for being such a…well, a dick. He put France in a bad light and didn't realise it. He had an idea to win his trust back because right now, he knew that Francis felt like Scotland didn't love him but that wasn't true. Scotland absolutely loved him but he had difficulty actually expressing that to him. What with the whole Independence thing going on and the while and France's flirtatious personality with other nations. Scotland had something better than hope though. He had a good idea to show France that he loved him.

But at first, he needed to find him.

"I know that what I did was unreasonable but I really need to find Francis…"

"Fuck off Scotland," A stern swear from Prussia. He didn't understand Prussia's problem. By talking to him, you'd have thought Prussia was the one that liked France, not Scotland. Alaistair refrained from punching Prussia right through the wall. Spain was with them, as calm as ever.

"Come on Prussia…" Scotland mumbled, "I didn't mean it… You would do the same if Canada tried to make your relationship public…"

"Nein, I wouldn't," Prussia shook his head, "I wouldn't be a dick. Francis is my best friend and I have dated him before… I know how fragile he can be when it comes to love," Although it didn't look like it, Scotland couldn't imagine how Francis would react to being dumped or shoved to the side, he could be fragile if love was a mere broken concept. France lived on the very fact that love was real and Scotland knew that, "Good boyfriend he is Alaistair. I wouldn't dare take advantage of that," He shot a look to Alaistair who just simply shook his head.

"I don't intend on taking advantage of him," Scotland said with a nod. An idea struck him that conflicted with his own, "Infact… I hae an idea. I hae something better than hope… I'm gunna to ask Francis to marry me,"

Prussia raised his eyebrow, "Mein gott… right before the referendum…"

"You sure that's a good idea amigo?" Another thing about the Referendum was Spain's whole reaction to it. He remained quiet due to his confliction with part of Spain that wanted to go independent but he didn't want to let it go because it was Spain as well so he was very quiet and kept an eye on Scotland, secretly hoping he didn't split apart from his brothers.

"I want it to work. I might as well now 'at you two and my brothers know…" Scotland explained, "I don't hae a ring or anything… I kinda just decided last night,"

"We don't know where France is," They finally admitted and Scotland realized this conversion was going nowhere at this point. Bollocks

"...But…" Prussia looked like he was about to admit something, "I know that Canada went to go find him soon after. Maybe he could tell you…"

It felt awkward at this point. One person not liking Scotland for his antics last night while the other just not wanting Scotland to have independence. This was going to be interesting.

"Alright…" Scotland was away to turn away before Prussia spoke again

"Alaistair… Don't be a dick," Very wise words from Prussia. Scotland visibly slumped at that and just walked away.

"I...Uh...Don't think I should tell you," Canada slumped, conflicted on what he should do. He was practically being backed by Scotland at the moment, "Papa is upset with you…"

"I know," Unlike Prussia and Spain, Scotland was a lot kinder to Canada. He liked Canada, Canada was home to a lot of Scottish people at one point. Plus, Canada was almost like a son to Francis so Scotland would need to be as nice as possible to at least gain his approval.

"I haven't to tell you..." Canada mumbled, scooping up a little Kumajirou in his arms who was wanting his attention, Scotland reached over to pet him while looking back up at Canada.

"I... I want to propose," Scotland told Canada. He slumped.

"Oh mon deiu," Funny enough, Prussia said the same thing. Not the exact words but his own language at least.

"Yeah... I don't hae a ring but I promise things will get better," Canada looked like he was in thought as he held onto the bear in his hands.

"...Does this mean you'll be my step father...?"

Scotland chuckled and removed his hand from the bear's head, "Aye... I suppose so,"

"Okay... I'll tell you," Canada answered reluctantly but Scotland didn't question it. He honestly just wanted to know where France was at this point because he really needed to pop the question. He wanted to prove to France that he loved him and wasn't too busy for him.

Marriage seemed like a great commitment to make to him. Scotland wouldn't be wanting something flashy but traditional. He could tell that France would probably want something big though.

"He was going sightseeing... he said that the sights of France always made him feel better," How Cliche. Scotland was going to have to do a lot of work now to try and find him. France was huge. It was a country of sightseeing. Although, Scotland hoped France wouldn't stray out of Paris... but Paris still had tons in it.

"Thanks Matthew..." Alaistair nodded. This was going to take forever.

"Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy"

~Source Unknown

It didn't take Scotland as long as he thought. The goddamn Eiffel Tower. France couldn't be more cliche if he tried but it was a good thing. The Eiffel Tower was rather romantic after all. He just needed to stop feeling weird in the stomach as he got higher and higher. When Scotland reached the top, he saw his Frenchman just gazing out onto Paris. He was drinking wine, which didn't surprise Scotland that much.

Scotland went over to him. France looked at him and gave him a smile but he was fully aware of what happened last night. He had just had a few glasses so he wasn't as furious as when it happened.

"Hello," Scotland said standing next to him, trying not to look down.

"Salut!" Francis greeted. Scotland was silent for a few moment. He looked out onto Paris, so beautiful. He could tell why Francis was so beautiful when his country was so beautiful.

"I...I'm sorry," Scotland muttered looking down

"Quoi?" France looked over at Scotland not quite catching his apology.

"I'm sorry about last night. I got a little bit of a shock when ye tried to kiss me," Scotland admitted looked right up to France, to those blue eyes that never failed to make the Scotsman smile and remember how lucky he was to have such a beautiful lover, "I shouldn't have pushed you away and made you out to be a sex pest,"

"Oui, you shouldn't have," It was a different tone to what Scotland was used to, "You hurt me Alaistair..."

"I know, Francis," He took a step back and France turned around to look at him as he spoke, "I promise that things are going to be so much more different. It's just the referendum..."

"That is what you always say. You really think you'll be free from a vote?" France was open and honest with him right now, "Independence doesn't come from voting. It's something you fight for,"

"What am I meant to do? Chop David Cameron's head off to prove a point," Scotland retaliated to France who shrugged at him, leaning against the edge.

"Worked for me," He said to him, beginning to pour himself another glass.

"I promise that things will get better," It was time to pop the question to France. He went over to him and took the wine glass from him.

"Quoi?" France tried to take them back but Scotland took both of his hands in his very own much bigger hands before he went down on his knees. It didn't take France too long to figure out what he was doing so he took a hand back to cover his mouth in shock.

"Francis... I love ye with all my heart and I wanna prove it to ye," Scotland began. France listened although he was almost away to cry tears of absolutely joy and love that for this moment he forgot about what happened last night, "I know I'm a fucking cunt sometimes to ye but I try so hard to make an effort. Ye make me smile because you're so beautiful," It was cheesy but it was enough to make France break into a blush which he tried to cover up, "I want to marry you. I dinna hae a ring on me but we can pick something ye like... if you say yeah,"

"...oh mon deiu," France whispered as he was bursting into tears at this point, "Oui! Yes!" He nearly shouted as Scotland stood up to kiss the Frenchman who was tearing up. Scotland wished he could cry at these sorts of things but he was still pretty damn ecstatic it worked.

"I promise, I will not be an arse to you," Scotland said once he pulled back, resting his forehead against his, "I will protect you from whatever. The outcome of the next 5 days will not drive us apart,"

When they agreed on it, it was time to go back to the hotel room for celebrations. It seems like your average love story but hear me out here, I'm just putting on the table what's at stake here: a relationship and the right to a free country. When the horror starts... you will know.

A/N: I'm actually kinda happy with how that went for once but it shorter than the other chapters. It's actually like 3 days since I started. The referendum was a no. It is a hard thing to process. I'm not putting my views up but it was a very hard thing to deal with the past few years.