he's being a baby.

he should feck off and mind his own business.

chucks him a box of tablet pieces covered in chocolate. 'Made 'em myself so stop bitching?'

catches the box. He looks at them, admitting to himself he wants them but he still frowns at Greg. 'I'm not promising you anything.' He_

bets Greg got stuff yesterday...

doesn't say anything. 'Just try 'em, eh?' he asks, sitting down beside him and serving himself some piss water.

sulks as he takes a piece of tablet out and pushes it into his mouth. He munches on it, avoiding Greg's eyes as he savours the sweet taste._

to admit, Greg makes mouthwatering tablet...

sips his whisky, smirking. He didn't need to be told that.

takes another couple of pieces out and then puts the box by his side (out of Greg's reach of course, he wanted it all for himself). _

'There. I'm eating.' He says, trying to stay as miserable as he was but the tablet was making that hard.

laughs at the other, ruffling his hair. 'You are eating,' he teases, not reaching for the chocolate. He'd had his fill earlier. 'I think_

I saw some chocolates behind your flowerpot by the door. Looked like French writing.'

looks over at the flowerpot with avid interest. 'Probably a mistake. I didn't get anything special this year. I guess I've been too much_

of a 'good lad'.'

rolls his eyes, 'You're just having a dry spell.'

looks at him oddly. 'A dry spell? That's a laugh. I still have plenty of sex, just no...romance is all.'

nods, 'So a romantic dry spell. Same difference if it leaves you pissy like this.'

'Feck off, I'm not prissy.' He says defensively. 'I just thought by now I'd have, you know, someone like a...relationship partner or_

something. I mean, c'mon!' He points to himself, 'I've been voted as having the sexiest accent in the world more times than anyone else!'

still bitter about that.... 'Have you tried to actually talk to people, instead of attempting to climb in their underwear and live there?'

no real reason to feel embarrassed, but he still reddens in the ears when he shrugs. 'Maybe. Sometimes. Not often - look it doesn't_

matter! I want something! Surely I should get it! Us lads,' He gestures to himself and Greg, 'we're attractive! You've got that...I don't_

know what you call it, 'thing' with France-y boy, why don't I have that?'

raises an eyebrow, 'Why don't you have someone who uses you as the occasional easy fuck? I thought you had plenty of people like that..._

you're just lucky you don't have feelings for those people.' ((Had to check when this was xD ))

looks confused at Gregory's statement about France. He stumbles a bit, scratching his cheek. 'What do you mean? I thought you and France_

had a serious thing going on?' It was hard not to get a little protective over his brother now. 'Look, if he's being an arse, _

I'll sort him out.'

((This plurk is from before they get together right?))

((shrug up to you? Whatever makes more sense I guess))

((Chronologically it is xD ))

shrugs, 'I'd like to... but I'm not gonna force him into anything.'

utterly amazed. Since when did his brother have to force someone into something? And with France of all nations? 'Listen, mate.' He_

puts a hand on Greg's shoulder. 'Don't worry about it too much. Just think of right now as your freedom from his bad food and over-dramatic_

personality.' He grins.

makes a bit of a face, 'You act like we've always been together.'

shrugs. 'It's sort of true, though.' He pokes Greg's nose.

pokes Ireland's nose, 'Tell that to Francis. He's clueless.'

pulls Greg's nose. 'I haven't really spoken to him since the 1798 Uprising. He's your crush, mate.'

tugs on Ireland's cheek. 'He's not my crush,' although he is. But Scotland wouldn't admit that :|

scoffs, petting his chin playfully. 'Don't hide it, we both know the truth. Known it for years. It escapes me why, but I don't mind.'

huffs, batting his hand away. His cheeks are red, 'Doesn't matter if he is or not.' He rubs the back of his head, 'I was rather pissed last_

night and ended up at his place, telling him I thought he was bonnie and always had been.' He cringes at the memory. 'Probably scared him_

off.'

tries really hard not to laugh. He really really tries. 'Ah, lad,' He pats his back. 'A real man wouldn't get scared off over that. And_

if he does, it just means it's his loss, eh? Who needs him around if he's just going to play?'

nudges the other in the ribs, 'Laugh. I know you want to.'

doesn't. For all of two seconds. He lets out his stifled laughter and bends over. 'Sorry, I just-I'm just not used to a love-struck_

Greg! Not since we were adolescents!'

huffs, pushing him over. 'Sad thing is, it's still the same guy.'

nods, wiping the tears from his eyes. 'You'd think you'd have learned. What's so great about him anyway? Besides the fact he pisses_

Art'r off pretty good?'

looks off, 'His smile... I guess. And the way he's so damn proud of his looks until he starts playing Rugby and then it's all about getting_

involved...' He rubs his cheek, clearly embarrassed. 'I was willing to die for him during our alliance because that's one of the best things

I had going.'

hums, not getting the attraction but can't deny Greg obviously thinks a lot of him. 'Listen, it's good to have those types of relationships_

with nations. Feck, if there's one you feel that strongly about, it shows character to admit it, right? But you can't hang onto it forever_

cause, well, nations change all the time. Only go for it if he's still the guy you fell for.' He can't say whether he is or not, seeing as_

his interest in France wasn't as great as his brother's were.

soon leans ontop of Ireland, 'I know... I was actually working on that. Moving on but then I go and sleep with the git.' He puts more weight

on Ireland. 'When did you get so bloody bright?' And he'll always hold something special for Francis... the guy could probably get Gregory_

to hand him the world on a platter, if he could.

surprised when he's leaned on, but he sighs and lets him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. 'Well that probably didn't help, no...' _

He didn't think Greg would have forgiven France for that run-in he had with their wee Brett, but doesn't bring it up. 'I've always been_

the most intelligent. You've probably just been so focused on your Frenchman to notice. Anyway, I think you should try for him again, then_

cut your losses if it doesn't work out. It's not like you couldn't find someone else in a heartbeat, right?'

laughs, 'Well if the smartest one is having problems then I have no hope in hell.' His words drip with sarcasm. He hasn't forgiven Francis_

for Brett completely. He probably never would... but he could probably work through that. And if not, he tried.

smirks, standing tall. 'Too right you don't. But if it does work out with you both that means you'll be the dull couple-y type and I get_

to make fun of you.' He hasn't forgiven France either, but then he hasn't been overly social with the kiwi recently so he doesn't think_

it's his place to speak out.

rolls his eyes, pushing himself away from the other. 'Well if we do get together, just know you'll be the last to know.'

hums. 'I don't doubt that. Although, I'm a tad insulted you'll let Art'r find out before me.'

shrugs, 'Francis will probably tell Arthur. They have more of that kind of history, if you know what I mean.'

shudders. 'I congratulate you if you do end up being with him. You'd have successfully doomed yourself into a second tie to Art'r. I'd_

have thought better of it.' He snorts.

hadn't thought of it that way. 'Me and Francis had the auld alliance first though...'

nods. 'True, but Art'r's got his claims too.' He smirks and pokes his stomach teasingly. 'You'll be stuck with Art'r forever! The only_

guy who knows you both as well as you know each other.'

looks horrified at the thought. 'Atleast I'm not the one who got all heartbroken over Artie getting together with Portugal.' A low blow.

looks like he's been slapped. 'I-I was not heartbroken!' He snaps, 'I don't know this Portugal bloke, I was worried is all!' He points_

accusingly, 'The same way I'd have been if you found yourself some feckin' stranger!'

replies, 'Him and England have one of the longest alliances still going Ireland. It's not out of the bloody blue.' He pokes him, 'Portugal_

been moving over England for centuries and treats him with respect.'

*mooning

getting at the fact Portugal was a stranger to him, and unlike France he didn't know if there were any reasons to worry. What made it_

even more worrying was that Arthur sprung it on him like an unleashed secret. 'To me he's a feckin' nobody! And that made me feckin'_

worried, alright?'

frowns, 'Alright... I get it. But you need to let go alright? He seems happy.' He frowns, watching the other with concern. 'Wanna go get_

a chipper?'

*chippy

breathes heatedly, but nods, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He didn't say, but he never saw Arthur happy nowadays. He just didn't want_

to admit that it was probably due to his continuous visits, and not the fault of the Portuguese guy. 'If you're buying.'

smirks, 'I think I can afford to buy you a supper.' He looks around for the phone, 'What's the number of your local one?'

Leo Burdock's shop is the best. '4540306' He recites by memory. 'Best tartar sauce in the world.'

((Hate tartar sauce ;n; ))

nods, dialling it in. 'Fish supper?' he asks. He's getting a black pudding supper himself.

((So do I, but it's apparently a favourite with fish n chips. ^^ ))

nods. 'With extra hash browns. And salt.'

nods, adding a few pickled eggs to that order. He soon hangs up, 'So... what should we do now?'

blinks. 'Vandalise something?' He hopes the order doesn't take long, his stomach had awoken to the talk of chips.

looks around, 'It's your stuff.' He shrugs, grinning. 'So sure~'

him a 'ha!' look. 'If that's the case, I want to vandalise beautifully.' He goes into a nearby shop and comes out armed with various_

cans of spray paint. 'You good at art?'

hums, 'I'm alright...' He did have the Scottish colourists afterall...

tosses him a few and leads him to an underpass. 'If it's crap, you have to pay to get it removed.' He warns, and starts spraying numerous_

cans at once at his section of wall.

((extras.uk.msn.com/renaul... I want to go here ;o; ))

nods, starting to recreate Loch Ness, placing Nessie on the water.

((HAAA! In Glasgow too!))

would snort at the typical creative-thinking of his brother, but he actually likes the idea so he doesn't put him off. Despite it being a_

pet hate of his, he sprays a green-clad leprechaun dancing on a bed of four-leaf clovers. 'I wish Wales were here. I'd paint him._

Literally on him.'