IDK, I got bored, and ScotEng is still happening. I had to write one with Canada because he's my precious child, also AmeCan is a thing I ship so that's here too.

Enjoy ;)

"Hey, Scotland I forgot to tell you that Canada is going to be visiting for a few days, and-"

"Canada's visiting?"

"Is that not what I just said?" England said as he turned around from the kettle to look at the other, laughing a little when he saw the eager expression on his face. "He should be here a little after two, I presume you want to join me in picking him up from the airport?"

Scotland nodded, "Yeah, I'd love to see the little scamp again."

"He's taller than you by a good two inches," England laughed, before frowning, "Why are my kids so tall?"

"Three of them are within the top six largest countries in the world, did you really expect them to be shorter than you?" Scotland asked sceptically.

England's face took on the expression that Scotland instantly recognized as his 'my babies are all grown up I can remember when they were barely up to my knee how did they grow up so fast' face, making him roll his eyes, "But they were so small."

Scotland sighed, shaking his head with a quiet laugh, but knowing well enough by this point that it was better to just play along. "Yeah, I know, I was there."

"They were so cute."

"Once again, I was there."

"Why did they have to grow up?"

"That's what kids do, I'm afraid."

"But why mine?"

Scotland laughed, walking over to England and pecking him lightly on the lips, "Stop being such a sappy old man."

England frowned, prodding him hard in the side, "Shut up, you moan about me growing up all the time!"

Scotland nuzzled his face sarcastically, "Oh but you were so cute!" He cooed, "Now you're such an ugly fucker."

England swatted at his ear, "Get off it, like you're any better looking."

"You're right, but we've got each other, two ugly fuckers together."

England narrowed his eyes, but his gaze softened at the same time, "Who's sappy now?"

"I have my moments, thank you very much."

England hummed out a note in the affirmative, leaning up to kiss him.

"Canada, my boy! How was your flight?"

Canada smiled a little as he returned England's hug, "Long, I flew from Vancouver."

"Well, let's get you home and then you can relax," Scotland said, tugging Canada into a rough hug himself.

Canada nodded, "I'd like that, can we stop for coffee though?"

"Scotland?"

Scotland looked up from the TV, at Canada who was standing a little ways behind the sofa, making a questioning noise in the back of his throat.

"I really don't mean this in a rude way, but why are you here?" Scotland frowned a little in confusion before Canada hastily explained himself, "I mean that normally you don't like staying in London!" he said, "I usually have to go to Glasgow to see you, and normally you've insulted England at least once by now, or you know, vice versa, and don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. You're just acting weird, eh?"

Scotland bit his lip, unsure as to whether to tell the boy or not. He knew that he likely wouldn't say anything about it, the boy was really too polite for his own good, and since almost every country is related to each other in some way or another he was sure if they ever did go public with the whole thing the backlash wouldn't be terrible, but that didn't mean he was ready for anything to go public. No, he was over thinking this, Canada wouldn't go out and blab to the whole world, not if France of all people hadn't. The rest of their family had been fine with it, Wales, North, and Ireland, completely okay, so why not the extended family, Canada, America, Australia, New Zealand, Hong Kong, Sealand, the list just kept on going... Damn, England had a lot of kids-

"Scotland?"

Oh yes, he should probably make up his mind and answer the boy.

He didn't get a chance to before England interrupted, "We've mended ties as of late," he said coolly, "I think you and Alfred should know what I mean."

Canada looked confused for a moment before his face coloured and his mouth formed a small 'o' shape, "How did you know about that?"

England sent him a sideways smile, "For someone so quiet you really don't know how to keep the noise down."

"Oh my god!" His face was bright red now, although you could hardly see it as he'd buried it as deep in his hands as was humanly possible, "I told Al we needed to be quieter! How many other people know?"

"I'm not sure, but India definitely does."

"How does India know?!"

"You interrupted us. I'll tell you, it was mighty hard to avoid teasing Alfred about that 'Great Lakes' line, you owe India for that one, he's a better man than I."

"Oh my god!"

"England will you stop torturing the poor lad?"

England chucked, but shrugged, wandering over to the settee that Scotland was sitting on, "I'm sorry, couldn't help myself."

Canada took his head out of his hands, "So you two are...?"

"Together?"

"Yeah, that."

"Yes."

"Oh, okay."

Canada turned around, his face still bright red, and made a bee-line for one of England's cupboards, one which Scotland was fully aware contained a variety of alcohols of varying strength. He shuffled around for a moment while the two older countries watched him amusedly until he turned around, a bottle of something in his hand, taking a heavy swig.

"Whatcha got there?" Scotland asked with a light laugh.

"The whiskey I bought England last Christmas," he replied, "I need to call Al." And without another word he left the room.

England settled back on the sofa, a self-satisfied smile on his face, "Well, I think he handled that rather well."

"Well, y'know what Al? I have the tape to prove it!"

...

"Yeah, I saved it!"

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"Oh Mattie, Mattie! Mattie YES!"

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"Yes, I want Ontario in Lake Erie!"

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"Just admit you prefer when I top!"

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"'Cause It's fuckin' true, eh?"

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"Well it's still your fault we got caught!"

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"No, it's you! You- Alfred? America! Did you- He hung up!"

Canada growled to himself and spun on the spot to storm out of the room before halting abruptly when he saw England and Scotland leaning against the doorway matching smug grins on their faces. His eyes widened, "How much of that did you hear?"

"Not much, but tell me," Scotland said, with a sly smile, "How deep into Lake Erie does Ontario go exactly?"

Canada went the shade of Scotland's hair, "Oh my god!"