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Either being captivated by his smiles or by that chest, there's no escape for that Scotsman.

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Happy (Belated) Valentine's Day Hetalia Nation !!!

I'm a little nervous for this, because I've never posted my writing before, but I wanted to share the first two chapters of a fic I'm working on <3 I wanted to release them on Valentine's (or like close enough...) for all my lovers, hehe

More chapters to come! :)

Human!AU. Ships: EngPort, Slight ScotFra + More Cooking

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crying and begging and sobbing to have any Scotland rpr out there having FraScot rp with me because i need to ease down my horny towards that redhead man

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His Flower and Thistles.

#i can't see him as brunette lads ill give him auburn hair instead #aph france #aph scotland #francis bonefoy #FraScot #ScotFra #hws france #hws scotland #kopifuran #hws #hetalia

If I were to host a ScotFra/FraScot week, would anyone be interested?

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4 & 5 for Scotland (+ any others you want to answer!) if you feel like it 💖

Of course! Thank you so much for sending an ask! You know I’m always happy to share my HCs (and write about ScotFra ;3c).

4. Do they have any scars or tattoos?

Scotland has plenty of scars; His skin might as well be both a canvas and a memoir. He’s been through a lot and is an all-round, relatively rugged looking individual; Scotland has a large burn scar on his back, the consequence of the Great Fire of Edinburgh when he got caught under a crumbling building (and how he helped to rebuild his city, piece by piece). Gunshot scars and the like pepper his skin, his arms criss-crossed with dozens and dozens of battles. Scotland was a fighter and a protector, his nose broken many times over (a bump on his nose bridge, the bone healed awkwardly) and his chest pierced far too many times for Scotland to remember as little more than a patchwork of terrifying conflicts (a large, gash in between his pecs - calloused and ragged). His hands, too, are scarred and wear the consequence of a lifetime of self-sacrifice; Scotland has far too many for me to recount them all, although the some of the more notable ones are as follows - not in chronological order:

Large burn scar on his back (Great Fire Of Edinburgh, collapsed building)

Laceration scar that goes from his shoulder to across his left pec (Battle Of Rough Wooing, England struck him with a broadsword)

Gunshot wound on his left shoulder (WW1, Battle Of the Somme)

Scar on his cheek (Hundred Years War, Shot by an Arrow)

In terms of tattoos, Scotland does not tend to have any.

5. What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances?

Oh boy, you want the heartrending stuff? Or well, not heartrending; Quite the opposite actually, Scotland doesn’t tend to cry often and most of the time, he keeps his emotions to himself. The last time that he cried, however, was during his wedding. He’s a very doting individual, loyal to his friends and family, caring deeply for those close to him the most - and a marriage to him, was like an oath of immense proportions. When they exchanged rings, something rare for immortal beings like them (such promises are hard to keep, eternity all too real for them - ‘till death do us part’, except death is almost intagiable for them), Scotland had to hold back tears - and later on, behind closed doors, he stared at France - and wept.

How did he get so lucky, Scotland wonders, having used to spend his teen years wondering if he would ever make it out alive? Loveless, battle-scarred and shrouded in his own, blinding notions of what was just and right, Scotland did not always consider that there was room for love in his life. That there was room for tenderness and comfort in his life, until France made him tender, made him gentle, until he fell in love with France all those centuries ago.

He held France close, breathing in his perfumed hair and holding his beautiful hands - if this was an illusion, then let him be blinded; If this was a dream, then let him sleep. Yet, when Scotland looked at France’s eyes and kissed the man he loved, he found this was very, very real - and wept.

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