Scotland: I just got off the phone with my doctor and he said I need to eat more ginger. Maybe I can start with you.
Ireland, failing to hide their blush: Is it because you become nauseous looking at England?
Scotland: Aye. Please I wanna leave.
Here, have some ☘️🇮🇪 pain.
Ao3
my wildest usuk fantasy right now is that they one day disappear together and build a new life together in an unassuming home deep in the woods. they spend decades living a slow, domestic life together, eventually becoming urban legends with their eternal youth and strange habits. both of them know how to hunt, considering that they're immortal nations in the bodies of young men, but Alfred enjoys chopping wood and driving to the grocery store to chat with neighbors while Arthur prefers cultivating his garden and decorating their home with vintage decor. Sometimes either Alfred or Arthur will offhandedly recall something from a long bygone decade or bicker with each other over an old argument they had in the fifties or sixties and confuse the hell out of the poor eldery neighbor who just wanted to invite them over for tea. the sight of either Alfred or Arthur walking outside alone in an anachronistic outfit at a strange hour of the night is as familiar and yet unsettling a sight to the local residents as the twisted willows which preside over the misty lake near the edge of town. in the privacy of their quaintly decorated home, Alfred and Arthur usually cuddle together and spend time in each other's company, because their mutual companionship and loyalty is all they need to express love, even if they do sometimes bicker or adopt a cat to spice things up. Arthur brings home antiques and oddities to furnish their home with and raises all sorts of plants. Eventually, their home is listed on Atlas Obscura and Alfred gets a kick out of planting increasingly absurd and elaborate booby traps around their home to keep out urban explorers.
I’ve known you for one hour but I’d give my entire life for you
Scotland: why do you call December "the Christmas month"?
Ireland: because IT IS. The most important time of the year. What else would you call it?
Scotland: An Dùbhlachd. (Scottish Gaelic for the Darkness)
Ireland: THE BLACK DUCK???
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