Woo Hoo! This is another prequel chapter, I wrote how North found out because reasons (and I saw a tumblr post which was like perfect but that I've lost so I can't provide you with...) I like the idea that they never actually told anyone about them, they all just sort of found out because England and Scotland are the least subtle people when it comes to PDA. So anyway, this is chapter... 0.75 I guess.

Enjoy! ;)

"England! We have no milk!"

"Well go and buy some then!"

"Only if you let me use your car!"

"Only if you agree not to crash it!"

North stuck her head through the living room door, rolling her eyes, "Of course I won't crash it, I'm only going ten minutes down the road."

England chuckled, looking up from his book, "The keys are on the kitchen counter,"

North nodded, darting out the door, as England called after her, "Take the mini!"

With a sense of disappointment that she wouldn't be able to get away with using one of England's fancy cars, North grabbed the keys and headed for the garage.

She was halfway down the drive before she remembered she'd forgotten to bring her purse, or anything to pay for the milk with. After digging through England's glove box and finding nothing other than a packet of jelly babies and a box of condoms (which she replaced hastily, not wanting to know what England had been doing in the seat she was currently sitting in), she decided that she would have to go back to the house to get it, because neither the jelly babies or condoms would buy her milk. Nor would flirting, much to her chagrin. She missed the days when a bat of the eyelashes and an air of friendliness would buy you small conveniences.

When she reached the living room, where her bag was located, she stopped in her tracks.

"Huh," she said curiously, raising her eyebrows at the scene before her, "I always figured Scotland would be on top."

They froze in their actions, Scotland whipping around from where he was straddling England's lap, the latter's hands still firmly on the former's arse in surprise.

"How do you know I'm not on top?" He demanded, making England snort out a laugh.

North raised an eyebrow, "Because someone who's on top isn't quite so keen to rub his arse against another man's dick."

"She has a point."

"Shut up, you." Scotland snapped back at England, returning his gaze to North. But even as he denied it he kept them in the same position, his arms around England's neck, and his legs around England's thighs, their bodies curved into each other. North held back a chuckle.

"Hey, I don't want to know about your love-lives," she said, trotting into the room with her hands raised, "I forgot my bag, it's not my fault you guys couldn't keep it in your pants long enough to prevent me catching you." She chuckled, picking her bag up and returning to the door, "Although I'm hurt that I had to find out this way," She pouted, "I can't believe you wouldn't tell me."

"I told you Wales had a point."

"And I told you to shut up."

Scotland's face was a rather funny shade of red, all the way up to his ears. North found it hard to concentrate on that, however, as she instead focused on what England had said, "Wait, Wales knows, and you didn't tell me?"

England shook his head, "He caught us a couple of weeks ago, when you two were over. He said he'd wait until we were ready before he acknowledged that he knew."

North pouted, "Oh, I suppose that's okay then." She sighed, turning back around to leave, "I'm going to get milk for real this time, if you insist on fucking while I'm gone I don't want to be able to tell when I get back."

And then she walked out the door quickly without letting either of them reply, wondering if perhaps she should fish back around in the glove box and provide them with condoms. And then deciding that they could live without them, just like she could live without those mental images.