This is dedicated to TomatoLover, who requested a ScotEng story for proving me wrong. This story contains a bit of bad language, and of course, light hints of yaoi. There's a weeeeee bit of UsUk in this. I hate the pairing, but it should appease some. If not, oh well.
Enjoy?
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Arthur let out a choked sob, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. The rain poured down, showering the British Nation in a grey atmosphere. Painful tears bit at his eyes, stinging their ways down his cheeks, not caring at all.
Why? After all he had done for Alfred, why had he done this to him? A pained cry escaped him, and he doubled over, hands hitting the rain softened earth, digging into the wet soil. Everything they had been through, it had been for nothing, hadn't it? Arthur had tried his best, to protect and shower the younger nation in unconditional love.
Around him, his soldiers who could still walk, were helping those injured to return back to their camp. It was over. Alfred had won. He was free. But what about Arthur?
It hurt so badly, being abandoned like this, betrayed by the very person who he had taken under his wing, and raised at all costs. He was alone. No one else had experienced this pain. No one could comfort him.
Footsteps, heavy boots sloshing through puddles, approaching him. The Englishman stiffened, feeling the strong magical presence coming closer. Not him. He couldn't possibly face him like this.
"Hurts, donnae it?" a rough voice asked, missing its normal hidden hatred. Arthur kept his face down, trying his hardest to stifle the tears running down his face. No, he couldn't let his big brother see him like this. It was bad enough he had cried in front of Alfred. He couldn't live with that shame.
"Leave me be," he managed to say, having to hold back a bad urge to sob without stopping. There was no way he could do that. The damn bastard would only use it against him sooner or later. He knew Allistor, he knew that the great Scotland the Brave would use anything in his arsenal to gain the upper hand.
Arthur jerked away when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He found his face grabbed roughly by a gloved hand, and he was forced to look up at his older brother. Dark green eyes glared at him, before slowly softening, and letting the younger go. Allistor knelt down in the dirt, and pulled the shocked blonde into a comforting hug.
"Ah ken it hurts, Artie," Allistor said, running a hand through his brother's untameable blonde hair. Arthur, to his surprise, and Allistor's as well, flung his arms around his brother, and began to cry heavily into the Scot's shoulder.
He wasn't sure how long he sat there, holding onto his hated brother, crying without stop into the warm, familiar shoulder. He didn't care what others might think as he sobbed like a baby, gripping onto Allistor's dirtied blue coat like a lifeline. All he knew was that there was no way he would survive if Allistor pushed him away now. Why was the brute playing with him like this?
"Wheesh'd, Arthur," Allistor finally said, gently forcing the younger to look up at him once again. Allistor was smiling sadly, his deep eyes swirling with an unseen emotion as he looked over Arthur. "Yer a tough lad. Ah ken it hurts roight nao, but ye'll be alroight," he said softly, running a thumb across Arthur's cheek, swiping away a tear. Not that it mattered. Both of them were soaking wet, the rain having made sure of that.
Arthur let out another choked sob, shutting his eyes. "Shut up. Y-You don't know. How can you? You've never loved anyone! You only caused harm to everyone!" Arthur snapped, opening his eyes, and pushing his brother away with all his might. Allistor feel over, having little balance while kneeling, and stared at his brother with wide eyes.
