Hetalia One shots (TAKING REQUESTS)

Scotland x England

I forgot you suggested this but thanks for the idea. For all those ScotEng lovers out there!

Warning: Emotional England and cursing.

" Why the bloody hell do you hate me so much!?!" England yelled at his older Scotland, of course this was another fight they were having.

" Because yer just a wee little twerp!" Scotland yelled back, towering over his little brother, really he was only four inches taller than him.

" How am I!" England yelled back, balling his hands into fists.

" Because yer always whining aboot this an' that!" Scotland yelled bringing his fists closer to his face ready to puch England.

" I always looked up to you, Scotland!  I always have!" England yelled once more, tears threatening to fall out of his emerald green eyes.

" Yer didn't have too ya know! I always hated ye! Ever since I found ye!" Scotland screamed, panting heavily after. Suddenly his forest green eyes widened and he went to go and apologize.

" Eng-

" No Scotland....I-I get it. You hate me." England whispered moving his way to the door, he opened it and looked back, tears in his eyes and a sad small smile adorned his face.

" I just wanted you to know that...I always loved you....but I can see that you don't." England said and closed the door. Scotland stared at the wooden door in which his little brother was just at.

" W-what have I done?" Scotland whispered to himself as he fell to his knees, crying into his gloved hands. He gripped his firey red hair and sobbed. England's words running through his head.

England stared at the door leading to Frances house, he sighed and knocked once and the door opened revealing the Frenchman.

" Oh, England. What are you doing 'ere?" France asked as he let the Englishman in. He didn't have to say another word when he saw his eyes. France pulled England into a hug and rubbed his back soothingly as he cooed.

" It's alright, it's going to be okay." France whispered softly as he stroked England's soft blonde hair.

" H-he said he hated me!" England sobbed into Frances shoulder.

" 'e didn't mean it." France said softly.

" Yes he did! I...I know he did." England choked out the last part.

" ' e loves you." France said. " 'e always "ave, 'e just doesn't know how to express it well." Francr continued pulling away from the hug. He brushed away some of England's hair from his face, looking into his emerald green eyes.

" H-how do you know?" England asked.

" We've been friends for years, 'e tells me ze zings." France said once again.

" I believe you...France." England said.

" Good. Now go to him." France said ushering England out of his house, England thanked France and ran home, back to Scotland.

He reached home and swung the door open and looked inside, Scotland was on the couch...sleeping. England crept inside and towards Scotland.  He kneeled in front of him and brushed some strands of firey red hair from his face, he smiled and kissed his forehead softly.

" I love you I hope you know that....wanker." England said, as he was about to get up he felt a hand in his. He looked down shocked, eyes widened.

" Y-you're awake!" England exclaimed.

" Yeah. Did ye mean thatbye love me?" Scotland asked, England nodded softly. Suddenly he felt a pair of lips on his, shocked he just stood there, Scotland pulled back and smiled.

" I always loved ye." Scotland said softly against England's lips.

" So have I." England said back, bringing Scotland into another kiss wrapping his arms around Scotlands neck. He pulled back.

" And I always will." England whispered as they both fell asleep in each other's arms on the couch.