Throws a rugby ball at him. By complete accident. England had gotten in the way! Or so he would say.

stumbled and scowled as he caught up the ball and started to shout at the twit that had thrown it. He didn't realize it was Scotland.

Runs over. 'Oi! Is that anyway to talk to your big bro, Artie?' He grins.

frowns at him and folds his arms over his chest, holding onto the ball in one hand. "If said brother throws a ball at me."

Smiles, 'You can join in our game, is you want??'

continues to frown at him and shakes his head tossing the ball back. "I have other things to do." He didn't... but he wasn't up to a game.

Looks a little let down. That was his main reason for chucking the ball at England. He looks down at the ball before throwing it back to his mates. 'I'll join you.'

stares at him in disbelief before catching himself and blinking. "Why?" he was confused now.

Shrugs, 'When was the last time I saw you?' He waves to his mates, letting him know he was leaving. 'I see these guys more than I do you.'

glanced towards the group and then shrugged. "Well you've been busy with Francis and I've had work."

Begins to follow him along the path he had been heading along. 'You make it sound like I dinnae work,' he grins.

raised a brow at that and giving him a look that asked if he was joking. "You hardly do."

looks affronted, or tries to look it. 'I do so. I do my paperwork...' Now.

rolled his eyes at that but nodded. "Sure."