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On the Scottish referendum deal and other matters

There’s nothin’ wrong with wantin’ some freedom, lass. Independency. We’ll see what my people want, but signin’ that was a step in the right direction, ye know.

An’ also. I know ye like that brother o’ mine – bit too much if ye were to ask me – but there’s more than just him up here, ye know! C’mon. When he told ye he wanted some more attention, ye didn't have to go all out an’ forget about me!

[He’s exaggerating profusely, a faux wounded expression written over his face, as his mun rightly tells him, but he waves her off.]

Ye still know what I mean. Let me out a little more! Stuck here with nothin’ but half a dozen Englands for company most the time is gonna drive me fuckin’ crazy.

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Gonna? [ he laughs. ] I'm impressed they've not driven you mad yet, lad.

[Scotland shakes his head, chuckling.]

I've not let the bastards. I shouldn't count on it being too long yet, mind.

[The fact that he's so outnumbered up there is damn unfair to him.]

Good for you. [ he gives Scotland an approving slap on the back before proceeding to say in all seriousness-- ] I imagine that's more than the rest of us would be able to say by now if we'd been trapped with half a dozen Englands for the same amount of time.

I'd offer you with some more pleasant company than him myself if only this lass of mine would give me the chance to stretch my legs on a regular basis, too.

Ah, centuries spent with one of the bastards. 'Could say I've had plenty of practice, at least.

[Admittedly not quite the same as being close proximity with six or more of them all the time. Though, most would say he's been bothering them just as much, so that's something.]

[He grins at the other nation.] Aye, I'd be glad for yer company, mate. I know what ye mean, though. My mun's the same way there.

You poor thing. At least he and I had a sea between the two of us. I suppose I ought to count my blessings… even though it never did encourage the boy to mind his own business.

The lass sees it fit to remind me every month that there are so few places that would welcome people like you and me. [ tch. ] I reckon she's full of shit, though; there's probably plenty of room for us if only she would squint hard enough. Like here, for instance.

[ why, oh, why must mundanes be such fickle and lazy creatures? he folds his arms in frustration and shoots a dark look at his mun. ]

Aye. A pity he was never one to mind his own business. [He sighs.] And that yer can't choose ye damn neighbors.

That's what I reckon an' all. 'Course, even when she's dotin' on my brother and decides on a place to put him, she still gets too lazy to commit an' put in any applications for the arse. So I dun' hold up much hope for me.

[Scotland rolls his eyes. Fickle and lazy creatures, indeed.]

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[ ireland snorts at the thought. ]

There'd be no continents left if the world map was ours to draw. Only islands, and remote ones, at that.

So does anyone actually benefit from this in any way, then, beyond a few moments of amusement on their part?

[ even though the answer is already obvious to ireland, the rationale behind the actions of mundanes is one that always leaves him scratching his head in both the figurative and the literal sense. ]

England'd probably be one them remote islands if we 'ad our way. Be better for us all, if ye'r asked me.

[England always seems like he's prefer something like that, too. Scotland sighs.]

Ah, fuck if I know. She gives us some private threads with others, though. Which isn't bad... better than nothin'.

[England, of course, gets much more interaction than Scotland does, much to the Scotsman's own disdain.]

Aye, it would. The only better solution would be to give England his own planet, maybe. An uninhabited one, mind you; he's nothing I'd wish on any living creature.

[ everybody wins, then, aside from the fact that it was all only wishful thinking. ]

At least they're honest about their lack of commitment, though; a few private threads certainly beat being sent on an adventure somewhere only to be dropped a week or two later with that feckin' "it seemed like a good idea at the time" excuse.

[Scotland chuckles.] Good idea. Reckon he wouldn't even mind, either.

[Oh, if only]

Aye, true, that. Sounds like summats my mun'd do. She has hard enough time keepin' up with the few threads she has. [He sighs, shaking his head.]

Let's work on our space programs as soon as we can stand on our own two feet again, then, shall we? [ because lord knows the space program is the last sector he should be spending money on at the moment given the sorry state of his economy and, consequently, his health. ] It will give us something to look forward to, at least, which is more than those miserable lasses of ours can accomplish.

Good point, that. Make England a good deal jealous if we did, an' all.

[He chuckles. He's ignoring the fact that any space program of his is also technically England's too, admittedly.]

Aye, it would, at least until he realizes that it'd benefit him in some ways too.

Wait— what does he get out of lettin' you go?

England? [Scotland snorts.] Nothin'. He dun't want me goin' anywhere.

He dun't have much choice on the vote my people'll have in a few years, though.

But that's... it? Everyone just votes and you get to leave, just like that?

[ Kids these days! Why, back during his departure from Great Britain, folks had to go to war for independence! Pfft. ]

[Oi, who you calling a kid? He's older than America! Older than England, even.

He chuckles, shaking his head at the younger nation.]

It's the 21st Century, lad. We're not 'bout to go to war over it.

[Then, a frown.]

Least, I 'ope not. England'll probably be showing his "disapproval" in a few more subtle ways.

[ Shhh, don't ruin it for him! Suddenly he's feeling very experienced and mature, on account of that he had to beat England in a war for his independence. Age ain't nuthin' but a number, baby! ~~At least when it is to America's benefit for it to be and it goes without saying that he's also conveniently forgotten all about Scotland's rather tumultuous past with his little brother.~~ ]

'Mmm... Yeah, I guess he's too old to be wagin' war, especially for a useless hunk of land next door.

[ And just like that, as though he didn't just insult Scotland, America grins and claps a hand on the technically older nation's shoulder. ]

Well, good luck, I guess!

[Scotland's probably been in more wars with England than America has in his life, and has fought for his own independence on some occasions. And more "experienced and mature"? Pftt.]

I think we just do things a bit more maturely now.

[He sounds somewhat patronising as he says it, ignoring the fact that when he was America's age - or hell, younger - he'd fought with England for similar goals and more. It isn't really something he thought he'd ever say, and yet it is somewhat true, at least politically. No wars on the isles now, after all.

Scotland gives America a somewhat filthy look, adding:]

I'm not an overreactin' brat, lookin' for a fight, after all.

[He shrugs and gives America a small, tight smile of his own.] Won't need the luck, but cheers, though.

[ Tactfully — or perhaps offensively — America entirely disregards the jab and the look attached to it. He laughs good-naturedly instead, and gives Scotland an obnoxious wink that's probably nowhere as nice to receive as it would be if it were given by Amelia. ]

Okay, sure! Just don't either of you ask for my help if things get out of hand.

[ Breaking up a brotherly squabble, after all, isn't really heroic, in America's opinion, especially when, no matter who he sides with, he'll be betraying somebody, given his close ties to England and the move towards strengthening their bonds that America has taken with Scotland himself in the last few years. This actually makes him pretty grateful — not for the first time, albeit one of the few times in his life — that he's nowhere near Europe physically. ]

But I don't think the rest of the neighborhood will make being on your own easy for you.

[ Even America had European support when he separated from England. ]

[Scotland snorts, though his expression remains unimpressed.]

I won'. Jus' dun' fall for England's puppy eyes if he asks for it, there's a lad.

[He doubts they'll need any outside help politically, but things are likely to get even rougher between the brothers and yeah, don't think he doesn't know how you two are, America. ~~Although, honestly, he also realises England's pride would be much too high for him to ask America for any help with that.~~]

Europe won' be a bother; I'll still be stayin' in the EU. 'Sides my brothers, no one seems against it, if it's what my people want. I'll be better off — stronger — on my own an' all, with my oil revenues in the North Sea...

[He frowns. However much he may be putting across a good case for his independence, he still has a lot of doubts and is pretty conflicted, though he'd never voice that— the fact that the current polls tip toward staying within the UK doesn't help. He tries to brush off his doubts for now though, muttering under his breath.]

'Stronger than England.

[ America's false good cheer fades in strength when Scotland mentions England's "puppy eyes". He sort of glares with an obvious lack of amusement at the older nation for hitting a nerve as he did, but he makes no comment nor denial on his personal relationship with England. ]

Neither of my potential bosses are likely to want me to get involved, no matter what England says.

[ Obama probably see it as important to America, for one, and Romney seems to have some kind of bizarre hateboner for England, for another. No, the chances of Alfred even being allowed to help Arthur are pretty slim, which frustrates and unnerves him a little. He doesn't like to think that a boss in the future could very well break the political Special Relationship he has with the other nation, which would put a strain on their personal one, of course. Alfred crosses his arms over his chest and looks away from Scotland. ]

You should know that what people say now and what they say when push comes to shove are two pretty different things. Everyone has something to lose if you secede, what with the others who want to secede from them. Not to mention everyone in NATO...

[ He sighs. He doesn't even want to talk about NATO. ]

And what are you going to do for money? The pound or the euro?

[ Another sigh. This is beginning to make his head reel. His serious countenance isn't what he thought he'd be having his features adopt for this conversation. Scotland the Stupid... causing him to sober up and all... Dammit. He looks back at Scotland finally, his expression still serious. ]

Anyway... but... really... good luck.

[ And he means it. He may believe nowadays in not fighting battles he knows he can't win, but a part of him does want the best for an independent Scotland. He can't help supporting it himself personally, even if he's not sure he'd agree politically. ]

[Scotland pretends not to notice the glare that America is sending his way, simply shrugging his shoulders, brow creased.]

They might not. But that dun' mean ye won' let personal feelin's get to ye an' try an' help him some other way.

[He doesn't comment on how other nation's in NATO and the EU view his independence, not wanting to get into those ramifications now. He realises that if the vote goes through and he does end up seceding from the United Kingdom things could be difficult. Especially when it comes to maintaining relationships with some others after breaking away from a nation that has close political ties with nations all over the world. He still believes he and his government could do it, though.]

We... haven't fully decided on the currency yet-- the vote's not for another two years, early days yet. ...S'pose we'll probably stick with the sterlin'.

[His bosses seem unsure about this though, and it frustrates Scotland. He's been trying to tell himself independence is what he wants, but the more the flaws that are pointed out by England's boss and government, the more his people become doubtful, and the more Scotland feels doubtful.

He stares at America for a moment, trying to determine how sincere the young nation is being when wishes Scotland luck. Deciding he at least appears honest, Scotland nods briefly, even offering a small smile.]

...Cheers.

[ When Scotland smiles, America himself seems to lighten up again and he grins one of his usual, characteristically 100-watt grins at the older nation. He even flashes him a thumbs-up. ]

Anyway, at least there's not half a dozen you's up there too. It'd be war constantly in that chick's head, which would not be very cool to her!

[ A slight pause, wherein his expression suddenly turns serious again for a quick moment. ]

...Though Amelia might like that a little too much...

[In the face of such unabashed positivity from the younger nation, Scotland can't help but let his own smile broaden a little, honestly rather relieved the American has changed the subject from current political affairs.]

Ah, war or not, I reckon I'd still call it an advantage. Pretty outnumbered by the arse right now.

[That said, a female Scotland, though quiet, has sort of joined him. If only she'd be a little louder for their mun. ~~And if only there were decent icons of a Nyotalia Scotland, darn it.~~

Scotland raises an eyebrow, but can't help but chuckle at the mention of Amelia. Of course she would.]

[ ~~Ohohoho, a Nyotalia Scotland... Oh dear. Poor Englands!~~ ]

So, what do you think so far, though? Anybody you like hanging out with a lot? Stuff you like her doing with you? Stuff you want to do still?

[~~They are quite disturbed by this development!~~

Scotland considers that for a moment.]

Dunno. I like a lot of what I've been doin', s'pose. Though England still gets t'do a bit more than me. Be nice to meet new people. An' spendin' time with ye'r, uh...

[He waves a hand, looking for a name of relation between Alfred and Amelia—]

Other half, y'know— Amelia. She's a bonnie lass.

[He smirks, adding:] Ye'r not bad, either, s'pose.

[ If anybody knows just how much of a problem siblings can be, it's Daenerys; she understands all too well. ]

Brothers can weigh down their siblings greatly when they are too controlling. I am sorry for you.

[Scotland recognises Daenerys from their very brief meeting previously and he gives her a warm smile, nodding in agreement.]

Aye, they can, lass. An' England's a bit of an arse at even the best times.

Ye have a brother that gives ye trouble?

[ The question causes a bit of a rueful, wistful tug of a smile at the corner of her mouth, but she keeps her composure. ]

My brother was a fool. He was weak.

[ She believes the usage of the past tense says what she'd rather not admit directly. ]

Is yours?

[Scotland understands what she'd rather not say out loud and he wonders if he should offer any sympathy. He decides against mentioning it, though. He's not great with offering sympathy.]

England's...

[He'd like to say yes, England is weak. But he can admit, at least to himself, that that probably wouldn't be being entirely honest- even to what he believes.]

Well, he's a fool. A controllin', grouchy fool who dun' know when to step back and leave be.

[ Which is just as well, considering she's not great with accepting sympathy. ]

He has that in common with Viserys as well then. Viserys was not my eldest brother, but he was only one who was alive still when I was born. He believed himself a king when he was little more than a glorified beggar.

[Then they'll probably get along quite well!]

Seems a bit like England. Not s'much now, but he used to think he could take more than he deserved, if ye asked me. Sounds like things didn't go in ye brother's favour, though.

[ 'Still sorry about the lack of unicorns though. ]

They did not, no. And your brother? Did his choices bear fruit or did he design his own downfall?

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not late not late not late...

Likewise, likewise... >///>;

i blame school. forever.

I... don't even have that excuse. orz Sorry!

it's fine! i'm in no rush, so take your time \o\

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