Vagueness is vague. Sorry not sorry bro. These were the feels I had today.

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"England?"

England hadn't expected to hear that voice in person for another few days, and especially not after the tell-tale crack of a nation hop to his home. What was more disconcerting than either of those two facts, though, was the weak and almost scared voice it was said with.

He didn't have a chance to make it into the hall before there was a figure in front of him. And then he didn't have a chance to say anything before lips were on his own. And after that he couldn't bring himself to do anything but cup the face of the man in front of him and reply in kind.

The lips under his own were trembling, the breaths that were taken hitching, and the cheeks his fingers caressed damp with tears. After a few of these kisses, England pulled himself away, worriedly trying to catch Scotland's eye.

"Scotland, love, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Scotland nodded, his eyes squeezed tight shut as his breath continued to come out in deep hitches. "It's nothing, I'm stupid," He choked, bringing his arms up to cup England's neck, pressing their foreheads together, "I just- I love you, okay?"

England nodded back, "Yes, yes, poppet, I know. I love you too." He said, his frown deepening in worry. "But-"

Scotland kissed him again, his hands holding him like vices, as if at any moment he could be caught up in a breeze and drift away if not held on to. The feeling of worry grew, England unsure of what it was that caused Scotland to work himself into such a tizzy, but sure that it was deserving if past experience was anything to go by. He indulged him for a moment, before once again pulling back, "Please, tell me what's wrong."

Scotland shook his head, "It was just a dream, just... a dream..."

And England knew he was talking to himself, but he could glean enough that he leaned forward to kiss him gently again, "Whatever happened. It's not real."

Scotland nodded, his face screwing up again, "I know, I know, it was just a dream... but it felt so real and you... fuck." He swallowed thickly. "Just promise me you love me. I don't care if it's true, just tell me, 'cause I-"

"Scotland, you know I love you!" England protested, lifting Scotland's head even though his eyes remained screwed closed. "I love you so much. So, so much. What makes you doubt that?"

"Nothing. I'm stupid." Scotland repeated.

"It's neither of those things. Tell me."

Scotland gritted his teeth, "It's just old insecurities, I... fuck, just ignore me. Pretend this didn't happen."

England sighed, looking Scotland's face over sadly, "Scotland, love. If you can look me in the eye and say that again, then I'll do as you say. I promise."

Scotland took a deep breath, opening his eyes to meet England's directly, red around the edges and vulnerable, but determined, "I mean it, it's nothing. Please, just, can we go to bed? I'm so tired."

England nodded, keeping his word and his mouth shut. He lead Scotland to bed, only noticing now how he was wearing nothing but his boxers. He didn't bother to change, simply slipping into bed with him in his clothes and holding him to his chest, he didn't let himself fall asleep until he was sure he heard Scotland's snores.

The next morning it wasn't mentioned. Scotland stayed for breakfast, but had to hop back home soon afterwards. England hopped up to Scotland's Edinburgh home by midday. By mid-afternoon Scotland was ignoring his work. And by evening, nothing had gotten done and nothing mattered. Not when they were curled up together, every part of them tangled up, breathing out "I love you"'s whenever they exhaled, even if not all of them were out loud. They didn't need to be.