A/N: So holy fucking shit man. I could say I had a good excuse for leaving this fanfic behind but I really don't. Well, to be honest, I haven't watched Hetalia for a long time but I did watch it for at least 3 years and I pretty much remember the characters and whatnot. I need to be doing something with my life. I am into Portal and Half Life right now but I haven't been able to write anything productive for those fandoms.

Another thing that prompted me was the general election. It was reminding me of the Scottish Referendum because it's very possible that (unfortunately) the SNP (Scottish National Party) will get more powers in Scotland. I don't like them. It's just going to cause another referendum. I don't care, I voted No and will be voting Labour so no worries for me. I'll vote No again.

Anyway, let's get onto the fanfic. Apologies for the wait.

Also, I would like to apologise for butchering the French language with misspelling. I have a really low grade at French :P

It was the day of the Scottish Referendum.

Scotland had travelled back to Glasgow as he felt it was a good thing to be with his country. There was a change of plan as well as Scotland didn't want to celebrate on his own (assuming that he would get the independence he deserved), he decided to invite France back to his flat in Glasgow to celebrate. After all, Scotland would have to go away to Westminster to meet England's politicians for a final good bye and to bargain. He wasn't going to miss any of them to be very honest. At this point, he pretty much was done with them and wanted to have full control of his own country.

It was late at night, Scotland and France were pretty much chilled out. Scotland didn't want to drink too much in fear he's fall asleep and didn't want France to drink either. He wanted all celebrations to be after the finding out of the YES or NO vote.

France was happy to be spending time with Alaistair but he was worried. Scotland was so happy and care-free right now because he was so certain of a YES vote but what if there was a NO vote. He would he first to find out as he would get a phone call about it but what would happen after? As much as Francis loved Alaistair, his grumpy mood were unbearable and this would put him into the ultimate bad mood. France would have to deal with it but he was worried and France knew he would never hear the end of it.

It was just a matter of that important call.

"The streets of Glasgow are rather quite tonight," France was watching the window as Scotland fiddled around with the TV set.

"Aye…" Scotland was only half listening. He couldn't believe the TV had gone on the blink which was annoying.

"I remember the first time I came to see you… it was after the first war when you were having your troubles. I heard that most of your people were moving to mon petit Canada. He was very accepting of them. He told me of your strength and power," There was a chuckle, Scotland barely listening to his fiancé. "I already knew your strength because we had fought together. You remember the Auld Alliance?"

"Aye…" Still barely paying attention but responding either way.

"I remember too. I didn't want it to end. You were a strong ally," Unfortunately, all good things came to an end. Scotland's usefulness ran dry after a while and France had no need for him.

"That's it!" Scotland put the TV on. Braveheart appropriately flickered on, "I can't watch this…! I always cry at the end,"

"…I'm sure he's proud of what you have accomplished," France added onto him, "He reminds me of Jeanne…"

"Huh?" Scotland tried to remember who Jeanne was but then it comes to him; Joan of Arc. He looked back at the screen to see Mel Gibson as William Wallace. "Aye… I suppose Joan and William are very similar," Scotland didn't really want to watch the live announcement. He wanted to hear it on the phone. Scotland kept Braveheart on although he couldn't enjoy it. It was anticipation he felt deep in his bones. It was his moment.

It was 12:35 at night when he got the phone call. The movie was ending and Scotland was in tears. Despite the movie being a terrible adaptation, he always remembered what he had told William Wallace before he was forced to die.

"England will pay. We will be free one day. Alba Gu Brah"

He wanted to be free and make his own choices. England nor his snooty politicians could have understood that. Not even France understood that and he could tell France was worried about his reaction to a NO vote but Scotland was sure the YES would be successful.

When he heard the phone, Scotland jumped out of his chair, awaking a nearly sleeping France next to him. Scotland ran to the phone to answer.

"Hello, Alaistair Kirkland, Scotland representative," He said eagerly into the phone.

France sat up, eagerly wanted to find out what the result his but he could only guess what it is. His anxiety went up when he heard the eagerness disappear. Scotland heard the news; it was a no vote.

Scotland didn't take it in straight away. His mind was doing all sorts of backflips in his head to try and contain the news about Independence or lack of but it didn't and his responses turned bitter. France watched him carefully.

"Fine… Fine… Okay. Bye," Scotland put the phone down and was silent for a moment. France didn't say anything for a few minutes that felt like a lifetime. After a while. Francis rose from his seat to go to the obviously distressed Scotland.

"Scotland… I… I'm sorry that-"

"I worked so damn hard to push my people to hate the English and for what, they have gone soft on me and betrayed me," There was clear unspoiled angry in Scotland's voice and it frightened France but didn't stop him from moving close to reason with Alaistair.

"Mon amour, it's their choice…"

"Everyone else makes decisions for me and they never benefit me!" Scotland was becoming angrier and angrier but he couldn't help take it out on France, "Tell me Francis, have you ever had someone make decisions for you?"

"Alaistair! I have supported you, I wanted this for you. I sacrificed our relationship…" France was going to bite back at the Scottish man which only seemed to provoke him to move closer to Francis.

"You didn't answer my question…" He grabbed Francis by his wrists. Scotland never ever wanted to lay his hand on someone he loved but he wasn't thinking straight. Alaistair was known for having a temper and it brought Francis back to that night in the bar when Alaistair hit him. It deeply hurt him because he loved Scotland a lot. There wasn't a stronger emotion than love and Francis could be easily upset if his lover were to deceive him in any form. Francis was a little shorter than Alaistair and it scared him more to face him.

"Alaistair… mon amour, you need to calm down," He tried to get his wrists free so he could push Alaistair away but he was too late for that, Alastair pushed him away quickly. Francis was pushed to the sofa, landing back on it to sit down.

"You don't understand and you never have. You never cared about what I wanted. It was all about what you wanted and you've done nothing but get what you want," It sounded something that should have been said to England, not France but Scotland was letting out the frustration.

"I've done nothing but think about you… I wouldn't have come to celebrate if not…" There was almost a whine in that. He wanted to cry but he couldn't do it.

"There's no celebration now. You don't have a reason to be here," That hurt Francis more than being pushed away.

"… Mon amour, c'est ok. You need time to think…" Francis collected his pride only to get up to pack his stuff away. Scotland did nothing to help. When Francis left him, Alaistair wept. It was all gone now. He was trapped forever.

The Paris airport was cold at 5am.

Country representatives would be making their way home and one of them was Russia. Everyone had been peeved off that Scotland and France had just disappeared but England had disappeared too. There was obvious reasons for it though.

Russia didn't have his flight until another two hours but there was nothing wrong with being a little bit early. He was planning on finding a nice place to eat. However, his plans were changed completely. See, he originally had a plan but it was spoiled by Scotland and France leaving early, however his plans seemed to be working after all.

He saw Francis getting past security checks and into the main hall. He was without Scotland. It was Russia's chance to push the plan.

"Francis!" He shouted to try and get the Frenchman's attention. It worked as Francis turned around to see Russia.

Great, Russia. France didn't want to be rude and ignore the younger male but he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. He just wanted to go home and forget about Scotland's aggressive behaviour. He had to stand there, fake a smile and wave as Russia approached him.

"Back so soon? Everyone was curious of where you and Scotland disappeared to," Russia said to him. Francis chuckled and shook his head.

"Ah, mon Ecosse is busy with independence business. I unfortunately had to leave him," France told him, just wanting people to know only that.

"I heard the referendum was unsuccessful," There was a hint of a smirk to Russia's babyish face, "Can't say I didn't warn him…"

France didn't want to give his two cent about what he though. He was certainly having negative responses towards the whole ideal but he didn't want to think about it. He was preparing to forgive Scotland and help him get over this ideal. This wasn't Scotland, he was as gentle as a dove. He knew that Scotland needed him, although Alaistair wouldn't be thinking the same. Alaistair would need lots of encouragement right now.

Holy shit…. He had to go back.

"Anyway, my flight is not for another 2 hours, would you like to go out for a drink? Da?" Russia asked and again, France didn't want to be rude and decline a drink. He probably wouldn't be able to get a flight for another hour.

"Oui, that would be perfect," Francis responded with a smile.

"Wonderful," Russia responded, "There is a bar over there,"

A couple of drinks in, Russia and France were joking about independence.

"It is such a stupid idea. Why go independent? It's overrated," Russia had his views about Scottish independence that was driven from his years with the Soviet Union. It always made France feel bad, Russia was a misunderstood soul and he was alone. Albeit, a little bit creepy at time but misunderstood. It was in France to find beauty in everyone, even the worst of monsters.

"I'd want to go independent if my brother was awful like Angleterre," Francis chuckled. He couldn't really joke, he had no idea about wanting to be independent. He was like England, always had that empire.

"I had my little sister Belarus, you know she is crazy about me," Russia joked although there was a hint of dread in his voice.

"Ah, the beautiful Belarus. It would be a privilege to have a pretty girl like that," France joked to lessen the fear and it worked a little.

"She is very pretty," Russia agreed, "But she is crazy,"

Russia was buying most of the drinks by going up himself. It wasn't suspicious at the time but it was when France started to feel a little sick, even then he didn't suspect a thing. He felt his head become light headed.

"Excuse me, Ivan, I need some air," France was quick to get up and find an exit out. Thank god neither of them were past customs. It was dark out still since it was September. France just needed some space and air but it appeared he was getting short of breath. Whatever it was, it was making him wanna pass out.

He suddenly realised that Russia had been getting the drinks himself. He tried to push that thought away though because why would Russia do that? It must be his mental health. Consciousness began to slip more and more away from him and he was against the wall, gasping for whatever consciousness was in him. Suddenly, darkness hit him and no one was around to see… well, no one he could see anyway.

A/N: Sorry if this is a bad comeback, the election just happened and I'm really disappointed with the results. I'm also kinda pissed off that the Labour leader resigned and he was the only one who wasn't an asshat resigned and now we're stuck with David Cameron who is the worst. However, this isn't the place to be discussing that, I hope you enjoy.