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"Och? What's a wee bairn like ye doin' 'ere?" Scotland asked as he picked up the little boy.
Feli wriggled as he was picked up, reaching out for Scotland with little hands. "Scusi? Who are you? Where am I? Is this still Mr Austria's house?"
Amaranth, Lavender, Tulip (white), Zinnia, Tuberose (I AM PUTTING A BOUQUET)
AMARANTH: Broken-heartedLAVENDER: DistrustTULIP (WHITE): ForgivenessZINNIA: MemoriesTUBEROSE: Pleasure
"T-That's certainly a bouquet you've put together for me, Alba..." the blonde sighed. He expected three out of five of the flowers the Scotsman would send him, after all. But two of them...
'Forgiveness,' he mused. Did that mean he... forgave him? For the things he'd done? He really couldn't forgive himself for them, but...
And then tuberose. 'Pleasure'. What on Earth could he have possibly done for the redhead that was 'pleasurable'?
SING!
(( OH FIEN
10/10
nOW GIVE ME SONG SUGGESTIONS or I'll friggin' upload an old song I s2g ))
The red head leaned against the door with a cigarette in his mouth. The moment he noticed the blood, he followed it but stared at the sight. "Sae, who won th' pub fight?"
"Who do you think?" England grouched back, rolling his eyes (not that Scotland could see it). "I have no right to have been an empire if I couldn't win something like this, aye?" He sat up, popping the kinks out of his neck with a little wince, though he grinned a little wildly. "I got the entire pub to go against me, after all."
Scotland watched the blonde's hair swayed with the breeze from the fan. And unconsciously, he reached over and pats, then tousled, and then brushed it tidily, but messed it up again and repeated it several times.
England scowled; he could tolerate the first two times, but now? No. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" he asked, his tone annoyed. "Stop it."
147. Mars or Snickers?
"Neither."
145. Tea or Coffee?
“TEA.”
Moan. - For both
(( *cue mun cackling insanely* ))
*sighs* All right, let's get this done and--
For Scotland: My muse submits for yours
For 2P!Canada: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.)
.............. *blushing intensifies*
