ScotlandxEngland

England just shook his head, "It's alright." He whispered, "I love you and we're together now and that's all that matters." He nuzzled himself down into the Scottish redhead. He sighed and nuzzled closer, wanting to make sure he was really there-- that he wouldn't just disappear like he had the time before. His brother was a master at disappearing without ever being found, even in his own country. He whimpered slightly and whispered, "I love you."

"Let's talk about something happy." He whispered, head resting his head on his brother's chest, "Let's talk about what we're going to do from now on... How about..." England paused, thinking, "An amusement park? I'm terrified of roller coasters, but then you can hold my hand and make me feel better. Plus I know you love them. And we can go to a movie, or a game..." He trailed off, still listing things that they could do together as the redhead listened contently.

England's eyes lit up with joy and hope as he heard his lover accept his offer to go to an amusement park. He laughed happily and threw his arms around his brother's neck, clinging to him like he used to do when he was little. "And we can..." He kept rambling on and on about all the things they could do together now that they were a couple. Life is so much better now that I'm not alone! He thought while rambling.

England nodded excitedly and settled himself against the Scot so he could rest, "I love you Cameron, night." He whispered, "Do you want me to sing to you like you used to do for me?" He asked softly after a few seconds. He waited for his brother's answer patiently, hoping that he would fall asleep soon so they could leave earlier. He was beyond excited to have as long as he wanted with his big brother. After pining after him for years, it felt great.

England began softly singing the lullaby Scotland had used to sing to him when he was a child, playing with his hair gently. His voice wasn't amazing, but it was pleasant and calming. He hoped it would be good enough to make the other feel more at ease after the stress they'd both just endured. He looked back on his childhood with fondness as he sang and smiled to himself as sweet memories resurfaced, vague like an old picture.

Between the memories, the lullaby, the warmth radiating from his brother and his steady breathing, England wasn't surprised when he become rather drowsy all of the sudden. He fell asleep shortly after his lover, curling into him and nuzzling back as his brother nuzzled him. He unconsciously stroked the redhead's hair and smiled softly as he drifted into a long, peaceful sleep. He felt content and warm; protected in his brother's arms.

England woke up, feeling better rested than he had in years. He smiled at his already-awake lover and greeted him with, "Good morning love..." He moved to peck his brother on the lips. "I love you." He added softly, "Did you sleep well?" He got up and threw on one of Scotland's shirts, the sleeve sliding off his shoulder because it was too big for him. He didn't bother with pants or boxers as the shirt covered everything fairly well.

England got excited immediately upon remembering their plans, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, "Well, I thought maybe you and I could have a nice breakfast first... I know you don't like my cooking, so you can cook. Then we could go to an amusement park and depending on how long we're there, we could catch a movie or go for dinner, yeah?" He said this all in a rush, thoroughly happy with the way he'd arranged everything in his head. "Oh, and don't worry about paying; I have the money." He added.

England tried to keep Scotland's shirt sleeve on his shoulder, but to no avail as it kept sliding off, too big to stay put. He gave up. He made a slight face at his lover's mention of haggis and sighed dramatically, "Fiiiine." He whined, "I'll eat it if we can go." He sighed, not really wanting to. He looked around for pants as well, as he wasn't wearing underwear. He felt his face heat up as he remembered the Scot's compliment about his legs. He decided against pants for the second time and didn't bather with boxers either. "I'm just gonna wear this for now, is that okay?" He asked. He figured it should be as it covered everything anyhow. It came down somewhere between mid to upper thigh.

England ran out of the room, hearing the fire alarm go off, "Cameron?! Are you alright?!" He asked, feeling panicked as he saw the smoke pooling around his brother, obviously coming from his pan. "What happened? Are you okay?" He repeated his last question as he moved his arms, one quickly dumping the pan into the sink and turning the faucet on while the other simultaneously checked his lover over for injuries of any sort. "You're fine, right?"

England threw his head back and laughed before doubling over and holding his stomach. Eventually, tears started to gather in the corners of his eyes from laughing so hard. He sobered up after a minute or two, wiping them away, still grinning, "That's quite alright love. You're so absent-minded." He chuckled again, almost wincing as his stomach was now sore from laughing. It had been years since he'd last laughed like that, "I just can't believe you forgot how to shut your own burner off..."

England raised an eyebrows, amusement coloring his face and happiness sparkling in his eyes, "And why on earth would I yell at you? That was bloody hilarious." He chuckled again, despite himself before saying, "We could always have a little fun before we leave for the amusement park..." He hooded his eyes, voice suggestive as he sauntered over to his lover, hips swaying, still in nothing but his brother's shirt. "What d'you say love?" He asks, voice husky.