ScotlandxEngland

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England sighed, trying his best to look irritable, "Yes, it has been a while hasn't it.... I was rather upset at you last time you came around." England tries to look away, not wanting to deal with the situation. The bloody git forgot why he left the last time... again! He picks up another drink as the bartender pours it for him, downing it. Screw holding his liquor.

"Get off... git... It hasn't been that long ago yet..." England downed yet another shot of straight vodka, "God... How does Russia stomach this crap?" He let his gentlemanly language mannerisms disappear in favor of a more crude set of words he'd acquired during his teenage years as a pirate.

England sighed, "Yeah, but I don't have anymore money. I should be going anyhow. I have things to do tomorrow." The brit looked around sourly before his eyes landed on his coat, reating on the shoulders of the chair beside him (that his older brother wasn't currently occupying...). He started to stand, preparing to leave.

England paused to listen to the duration of the Scot's words and he froze afterwards before nodding slowly and sitting back down. He sighed, leaning his head against the wood of the bar, "Fine..." He mumbled just loud enough to be heard by his older brother, "But you're definitely paying." He downed another shot as it came his way, a nice buzz going through his system. He didn't want to acknowledge the honesty he'd heard behind Cameron's words. He didn't even want to think about it.

England was unusually quiet, being a noisy drunk most of the time. He didn't say much of anything and certainly nothing of importance, despite being too drunk to stand on his own two feet without swaying at this point. So it was no surprise that when another man approached him, trying to convince him to come home, it took him a moment or two to focus on what the man was saying-- let alone respond. But when the man went so far as to grab him, he pulled away harshly, "H-heeey!" He stumbled the words out, "D-don't touch meeee! Bloody fuckin' giittttt..." His words were slurred and hard to make out.

England, surprised out of his silence began to ramble drunkenly, "W-why do people always doooo that when I'm drun... drunk?" He gave a hiccup and giggled, leaning against Cameron heavily, "Why did you scare him off anyway...? I could have gotten some toniiight~" He continued his ramble, not stopping for anything, it would seem. He was all but hugging Scotland at this point, too drunk to care.

"Mmm~" England giggled quietly, leaning up and nuzzling his brother sweetly, before pulling back enough to see his brother's face, "I love you too Cam!" He said, honesty and feeling dripping from his voice. His green eyes were bright and wide, despite being drunk as he looked into the Scot's own eyes. "I wouldn't never ever tell you if I was sober, but I do~!" He giggled again, nose scrunching up and a wide, sweet, innocent smile on his face.

Arthur's arms automatically wrapped around Scotland's neck, fingers burying themselves into his brother's soft red hair, "Mmm..~" He hummed happily into the kiss and giggled a little bit before pulling away and saying, "I wanna show you how much I love you Cam~" He gave an innocent smile, though the meaning behind the words was anything but. He pulled the red head closer so their noses were touching, though their lips weren't, "I want you Cam~!" He purred softly, standing on his tip toes to kiss him.

England started to undo the buttons on Scotland's shirt, pressing his own back against the wall so the red head was cornering him. As his fingers fumbled with Cameron's buttons, hi lips began sucking on the Scot's neck. As his body grew hotter, his lips on his brother's neck grew needier. He began pressing himself into the Scottish man in front of him, making soft mewling and purring noises, "P-please..?~" He whispered, voice gentle and husky in Scotland's ear.

"Hah... Y-yes..." England panted out, moaning from the grinding and grinding back. He gave a soft mewl of pleasure when the pressure became unbearable and he clutched his brother's shoulder for support, "Mmm, o-oh~ C-Cam!~" He threw his head back, giving the redhead grinding him more room to roam his neck with those wonderful lips, "Ah-oh!~ Yes!~" He pulled Scotland closer, "Mm... Scotty?" He asked, voice an octave higher from the continuous pleasure. "Y-you're s-so hard... C-can I suck you?"

England slowly dropped to his knees in front of the redhead, "I love you Cameron." He whispered sweetly, a shy smile working its way onto his lips. He leaned forward hesitantly and licked at his brother's leaking tip experimentally. Grabbing it gently with his right hand, resting his left on Scotland's thigh, his leaned in farther and licked the underside of his brother's cock from base to tip. He pulled back and looked up at Cameron with lust-bright, unsure eyes, "S-sorry... I-I've never done th-this before..."

England leaned back in, taking the length between his soft, pink lips and suck the tip gently, letting out a moan at the taste of his brother's cum. He quickly took a little more into his mouth, being careful to watch his teeth so they wouldn't graze the sensitive skin of Scotland's cock. "Mmm..." He moaned a little more around the member in his mouth, sending vibrations up it's length. He slowly started a rhythm, bobbing his head and taking a little more into his mouth each time.