The stars were very bright above the Highlands of Scotland.
"Mon cheri, I am glad that you passed zhe light pollution laws," France murmured.
"Me too. Have they gone through yet there?"
"Non, malheureusement. But soon, I think."
Scotland grinned and kissed France's forehead. France snuggled closer to Scotland. The Highlands were chilly this time of year, especially at night.
They lay there for a few minutes, both of them enjoying the other's company in a comfortable silence, before Scotland abruptly asked, "I's like when we were younger, i'n't?"
"Oui, mon cheri. C'est très beau."
Scotland lifted France's left hand and played with the ring on his ring finger for a moment. "Thank you."
France chuckled softly. "Whatever for, ma moitié?"
"Fer marryin' me. And fer puttin' up wit' me."
"Mais oui! If I did not, who would?"
Scotland laughed and kissed the top of France's head. "Tha gaol agam ort."
"Je t'aime aussi."
"I have a question fer ye, love."
France frowned. "A question?"
"Aye." A pause. "What exactly is yer relationship wit' Norway?"
France laughed softly. "Zhat is what you are worried about?"
Scotland could feelthe blush creep across his face. "So, there was nothing?"
"Mon dieu, I wouldn't say zhat, but you do not need to worry about it."
"Francis," Scotland growled warningly.
"I've got the have secrets, non? Besides, will you tell me about you relationship wiz Norway?"
Scotland glared.
"Non? Ah, I am sure zhat would be a very interesting story, Écosse."
"We're just friends!"
"Currently, oui. But you were not always just friends, n'est pas?"
Scotland kissed France possessively.
"Maybe we should bring up our past liaisons more often, Écosse," France murmured, his fingers going to the buttons on the front of Scotland's shirt.
A/N: Sorry, no smut. :)
The world needs more ScotFran, n'est pas?
And yes, I like to think that Norway had... romantic...relationships with both countries before 1319, when Norway had to marry Sweden (though, not at the same time).