IDK why but I love the headcanon that Scotty gets seasick... also that he's a pathetic little bab when he gets sick (man-flu much?).

Enjoy! ;)

Ahh, the sea.

The deep blue expanse that told of nothing but freedom and adventure, with the taste of salt which seemed to seep into your very bones as your body swayed with the ever-churning swell of the water beneath your feet and-

"Hey, England, pass me a beer!"

England sighed heavily, unfortunately, it seemed his appreciation of the great blue would have to wait. His siblings were with him, oh joy of joys, and here he thought he'd get a day to himself.

He looked up at Ireland's expectant face a little reproachfully as he reached for a bottle and threw it at him unceremoniously, "Woah, what got your knickers in a twist?"

"You," England said simply, with what was most definitely not a pout, more of what one might call an irritated pursing of the lips.

"Aw, you don't mean that," Ireland replied, with what most definitely was a pout, although one that held more sarcasm than anything else.

"I most certainly do, I-"

"Oh, will you two please attempt to get along for once?" North sighed, plopping herself down on the bench next to Ireland and fixing him with a look that made his smirk turn to a jellied mush of hopeless affection. England sincerely hoped he never made that face at Scotland, or else he'd have to seriously reconsider the way his life was headed.

Wales snorted loudly at North's question, looking up from the book clutched tightly in his hands, "North, I think you're forgetting who you're talking about."

She shook her head with a small and slightly smug smile, "Of course I'm not," she said simply, raising an eyebrow at Ireland as she placed a hand on his arm, "You're going to play nice, now, aren't you Paddy?"

Ireland fumbled over his answer, really he was pathetic where the Northern part of their island was involved, and perhaps said Northern part was cruel to him, but he was such a git half the time that England couldn't find it in himself to stop her.

Scotland's head appeared from below deck, looking decidedly green but curious all the same, "Ireland sounds like he's being stupid, what did I miss?"

"Nothing but England being a little bitch," Wales replied.

Scotland grimaced as the boat rocked again, "Okay, as long as I'm not missing a pissing contest," and then dropped his head back into the cabin.

England rolled his eyes, getting up and heading for the cabin, "I'm going to make sure he's alright, don't let the boat sink while I'm down there."

"No promises," Wales replied, his head firmly back in his literature.

Below deck Scotland was curled up on the 'sofa', which consisted of a few uncomfortable cushions arranged in the shape of a sofa, his eyes closed and his face still decidedly a rather unpleasant shade of green. England walked over to him, completely steady despite the wave that hit the boat, causing a muffled curse from above deck, and sank down to sit beside him, running a hand gently through his hair. "Why are you here Scotland?" he asked, making Scotland tense.

"Don't you want me here?" He grumbled in response, burying his face into one of the uncomfortable cushions.

"Don't twist my words," England snapped, "What I'm trying to say is that you're hardly having the best of times, now are you?"

England rather suddenly thought back to the days where Canada was still his colony, when Scotland would stubbornly board a boat for weeks of sea-sickness just to see the tyke. This, however, was not the same situation.

"I'm fine."

England rolled his eyes, "You're not, you're sick as a pig, you could have sat this one out, no one would have minded."

"Oh, I see, so you don't want me-"

"I said, stop twisting my words!" England growled, "I wanted to have a peaceful day on the water, now it's turned into a family outing, and I don't mind that so much, but I could have picked something more to all of our tastes if I'd known this would happen."

Scotland grimaced as the boat got hit by a particularly large wave, clutching his stomach, as England hardly swayed, distantly he could hear something smash up on the main deck and had to physically restrain himself from going back up there by gripping onto the cushions underneath him. He looked back down at Scotland a moment later, sighing and returning a hand to his hair to run soothing patters over his scalp. Scotland just groaned.

"If you throw up on me I will not be amused in the slightest."

That made Scotland smile just a little as he let out a weak laugh, "Neither will I."

England sighed, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple, "I'm taking us in." At Scotland's weak protest, England shook his head, "You're miserable, Wales is just reading, and I'm pretty sure Ireland has already finished half of the alcohol I brought out here. It will be better for all of us, I think, if we return to my cottage."

Scotland nodded weakly, not meeting England's eye, knowing he was just making excuses, "Okay."

"Is he still moaning?" Wales said with a roll of his eyes as he passed the living room. England looked up from the television as Scotland, huffing out an irritated noise as he curled the blanket currently covering him tighter around himself, buried his head further into England's lap.

England hummed out a note in the affirmative, "Need I remind you of the last time you were unwell Wales?"

Wales waved him off dismissively, "The circumstances were different. I didn't stupidly go out to sea knowing I got majorly seasick."

England shrugged, "His stupidity is hardly your concern."

Wales raised an eyebrow curiously at the pair, but in the end only shook his head and left the two alone.

"Your stupidity is my concern though Scotland, so I would ever so much appreciate it if you didn't do this again."

Scotland just grumbled something about not letting the rest of them have all the bloody fun, which made England once again roll his eyes but not without the tiniest hint of a smile, which of course was lost to Scotland, his head buried in England's lap as it was.

Needless to say, I think, they didn't go on another boating expedition after that.