[Name] lounged about on the plastic-covered couch, humming the melody of her favorite song. Normally she was a very energetic person, but when she agreed to help England with a few chores around his house, well, she had no idea it would be this....boring. He had given her a feather duster, and lead her into a particularly dusty room about half an hour ago.


"All you have to do is straighten up a bit. Is that alright?" The Brit had lead her into one of the smaller rooms in the back of his large house. She nodded, assuming she'd find some old costumes or some treasure from his pirate days, or perhaps some old pictures to blackmail Alfred with.


"I'll come back later with some tea and scones." He smiled at her and walked away, not noticing her bubbly face change into one of disgust. She didn't mind helping him, but punishing her with his food was a little too much.


After gagging a bit, [Name] began to explore the room, and soon found there was really nothing of interest other than old paperwork, ancient correspondence with his past bosses and some cute little sketches of the Axis powers. Having noticed that the couch was the only suitable furniture in the small room, she sat down, mind wandering as she swung her legs back and forth. She wondered why Arthur had even invited her. They were far from best of friends; he always complained how unladylike she was, often going as far as comparing her to America.


She sighed, trying to ignore the thoughts as her face reddened. It wasn't like she disliked the Brit, far from it. She had the tiniest of crushes on him, and who could blame her? He was always a perfect gentleman, with only the best intentions in mind, along with the most beautiful bright eyes she had ever seen. She liked everything about him, from his tsundere personality to his ruffled golden-blond hair. She knew he didn't feel the same- with her more outgoing personality and cheerful spirit, he probably saw her a female Alfred.


"Bored, are ya, lassie?" A deep voice asked her. {Name} opened her eyes, not even noticing that she had been close to falling asleep. Instead of England standing in front of her, like she had expected, it was Scotland. With his dark red hair and those thick Kirkland eyebrows, he was undeniably attractive. He offered her his hand, which she gladly took. Allistor and [Name] had met several times, and had bonded rather quickly. The two confident personalities clicked easily, and they immediately started chatted, often to the discouragement of Arthur.


I've found my way to cure boredom.


He grasped her hand firmly, giving her a strong yank, causing her to land into his muscular chest.


[Name] blushed a bit at being in such a close proximity with the Scottish man. His chest felt firm under her hands, his heartbeat steady and balanced, unlike her own. It wasn't her fault handsome men got her all choked up.


Scotland chuckled, as though reading her thoughts. He wrapped his other arm around her waist, his lips dangerously close to her own. He smelled of smoke and cologne, to her a surprisingly pleasant smell.


"Careful, lass, wouldn't want to give me the wrong idea." His voice dropped to a sensual whisper.


"S-Scotland..." [Name] tried to say something, anything, but words weren't coming to her. Perhaps it was his dazzling green eyes, so much like that of his brother, Arthur. She shook her head; why would she want to think of boring-old England when she had a more exciting playmate right in front of her?


"Please. Call me Allistor." He leaned in, his lips barely brushing hers before he pulled back and growled. [Name]'s eyes widened in surprise; she hadn't even realized what was happening before he pulled away. Had she done something wrong?


"Scotland?!"


Evidently, England had come to check up on [Name] with the promised tea and instead of seeing the room clean, like he had hoped, he found [Name] in the arms of his brother. Allistor, of all people. In his surprise he dropped the tray carrying the snacks. The startling noise caused [Name] to jump a little, making the silence and tension in the air even more noticeable.


"Yes?" Scotland replied bitterly, obviously not happy to be interrupted.


"Let {Name} go!" The Englishman cried, and lunged at his brother. Unfortunately for him, Scotland was faster, easily side-stepping his brother's attack and pulling {Name} closer to him. Arthur fell to the ground with a thud, a steady stream of curse words escaping his mouth.


"It's not my fault ye can't tell the lassie how ye feel!" Allistor chuckled, his playful grin not changing as his brother's face went from dark pink to deep crimson.


"What? I-I have no such feelings towards her! W-Why would you assume such a preposterous notion? I-I-"


Arthur fell silent. His face continued to burn as his eyes darted around, looking everywhere but at her. He could he confess like this, under these circumstances? He had planned to do it today, over tea, but now his brother had come to ruin it all! It would kill him to confess to her under the judging gaze of Scotland.


"Enough of your pathetic ramblings. Ye don't even let yer own brother into your home, but ye let [Name] in?"


Arthur remained quiet. [Name]'s eyes flickered back and forth between the two men standing on either side of her. She wasn't sure if she should interfere with their feud, or even what to say if she did.


"Let's go somewhere alone, alright?" Scotland's deep voice whispered in her ear, sending tingles down her spine.


She didn't reply.


"[Name]!" England cried, reaching his hand out to grab her. Anywhere was better than with his perverted, idiotic older brother! Didn't she know what he'd do to her? How heartbroken he'd make her? He decided right then he'd do anything to keep her away from him, even if if it meant telling her how he felt. Arthur's nimble fingers reached out brushed against hers for a moment, but Scotland yanked her away, tightening his grip on her waist. [Name] could feel her heart beat faster from the brief contact, but the feeling left almost as immediately as it had come.


"Arthur...." She whispered quietly, but Scotland got her attention back by kissing her neck lightly.


Now what do I do?