Tuesday-Back in time from last chapter-
2:16am
(Want me to put the time in stuff like this as well?)
England's POV

I lay in bed asleep. when I'm woken up to the sound of movement. My eyes open but I stay still. I hear someone leave the room. Once the door is quietly closed I sit up in my bed. I look around the room. Wales and North are still sleeping while Scotland is gone.

What is he up to?

I quickly grab my glasses and put them on. I quietly get up and head for the door, quietly leaving like Scotland did. Maybe he just wants a drink or a snack, but that's not like him from what I've seen. As I walk down the hall I hear the front door quietly being opened and then closed. He's leaving the house? I make my way to the front door and swiftly put my shoes on. I'll be fine without a coat and I've only got plain pyjamas on so if anyone sees me—which I doubt at this time of night—they'll just think I'm in normal clothing. But it is going to be cold... I grab a burgundy hoodie I got, but barely wear, and slip it on. This shall be warm enough.
I exit the house, again, quietly shutting the door behind me. I lock the door. Something I noticed Scotland didn't do, so he's either being quick or assumed that everyone is ready to fight off a burglar, like him—which is not the case.

I get to the sidewalk and look both ways. I'm not crossing the road, just seeing if I can spot which direction Scotland went. I see his figure—or what I assume is his figure—in the distance heading towards the forest. The forest, huh? Always did seem to be a bit obsessed with nature. Believed in some crazy things too. I remember he didn't want Wales to go into a forest near any lakes or rivers alone while she was visiting Scotland because she may encounter a kelpie. He sounded like some crazy guy on drugs to me. Maybe he was, but he got out of his smoking habits a long time ago, his drug habits even longer. A fast recovery too. I asked him what a kelpie was and he got right into some folklore gibberish that confused me. An animal or mythical creature that lives in body's of water and takes on the form of, most commonly, a horse or sometimes a human and lures its victims to the water in which it will then drown them. Scotland's got some problems I'm telling you. There was also one about a wolf or fox thing—can't really remember, don't really care—giving fish or that to the poor. Like, what? I'll tell you though, Scotland would be a great one for campfire stories.

I follow carefully behind Scotland's figure. Keeping a good distance so I'm not that easily spottable. He wears his black hoodie, but had the common sense to not wear a kilt, which I'm thankful for. He would get too cold otherwise. Not that the colds ever really bothered him. It just gets to a point where he doesn't actually realise he's freezing. It's hard for others to tell as well because when you're cold you get a slight blue hue to you and, well, Scotland is blue so it can be hard to tell, and he gets uncomfortable when you have to stare at him for a while to actually make sense of if he's cold or not. Might even slap you for it, learnt that the hard way. When he gets confused on his feelings his instant reaction is 'I need to defend myself' literally from everyone. He's adapted to it, his feelings, especially from the time I first met him. Especially. But he still is scarily psychotic or rage-infused when he doesn't understand them. It's kind of sad but I hope that...... Ireland...can help him... it would be best for him...
I'm just gonna... focus on following Scotland for now...

We make it to the start of the forest, or at least he does, as I'm still a good distance away. He just goes straight in, no worries. Isn't a dark forest at night meant to be one of the scariest places or situations to be in? Although now that I think about it, it is Scotland. I follow after him. Because it's in the forest, I decided to get a bit closer since I've got plenty of trees to hide behind and it is a lot darker here with the moonlight being limited with the trees covering the sky. It will make it easier to follow him too. We get pretty deep into the forest and it's making me anxious. Does Scotland even remember the way out of the woods? I hope he does because I'll most likely get lost. I should of marked the trees or something like that.
We walk a bit further and I'm quite surprised when Scotland randomly breaks into a run. He doesn't show any signs of slowing down. I don't want to loose him because I want to know what he's up to and I need him so I have a chance of not getting lost in these woods, so I run after him.
I try to stay as quiet as I possibly can, which is a whole lot harder with the forest floor. I can easily run silently on stone or wood but this forest floor has loads of sticks and leaves that crunch under my feet, of course that would be expected in a forest. Scotland seems to get faster and I'm beginning to loose him. He makes a sharp, unexpected turn and as I finally catch up to the turn he made and turn myself, I've lost sight of him.
"Shit." I say under my breath.

I look around the forest panicked. It seems a lot more scarier now. The darkness and moonlight makes curving shadows with the trees and they seem all too unsettling. Coming to my senses a bit I look at the ground around me and manage to catch Scotland's footprints which have been imprinted into the dirt ground. I carefully follow them. Scared and worried. I know that I'll be fine, I am a country and a strong one at that. Technically stronger than Scotland but because he's such a tactful fighter, he's a lot more stronger than he ought to be. Although that rule applies to anyone. With the right will power and quick and tactical thinking you can over come greater obstacles. Everyone is strong, they just need to have the right mindset, will power and observation. Those are just some of the big factors but anyone can be strong if they really want to be.
The tracks come to quite an abrupt end. How the hell did Scotland just disappear like that? Did he fly off to fucking space or something? What the fuck. I'm panicking and beginning to swear it's just... I don't want to be stuck out in this forest, I've completely lost my way.
Dumb move, England. Dumb move.

I begin to look around me again and I spot what looks to be a small clearing about three and half metres(11 feet) away. It's better than these tall trees and dark shadows. I walk over to the small clearing and it mostly consists of a small lake. The moonlight sparkles off the water. Definitely better than the dark parts of the forest. I stand by the water. I hear movement behind me. Before I can turn around I am pushed into the water. I let out a surprised yelp, not wanting to fully scream, as I fall into the cold water. I instantly grab onto my glasses and repeat a whole lot of swears in my head at the shock of it before getting a hold onto what just happened and quickly swimming to the surface. My head gets above the water and I take in a deep breath. I paddle on the spot keeping my head above the water before swimming to the shore of the lake. I clamber out of the water and look up from the ground, freezing cold. As I suspected Scotland stands there with a slight annoyed expression on his face.

!Swear words ahead!
(As you could imagine. It is a normal conversation between Scotland and England after all)

I wipe my glasses and put them back on before beginning to argue with the Scot.
"What the fuck was that for?!" I yell at him crossing my arms in the cold.
"If ye did nae follow me, it would nae of happened." He replies moodily.
I glare at him.
"I could of drowned!" I yell at him.
"Oh, get tae fuck." He says annoyed at me.
"Fucking bitch." I mutter under my breath as I try to warm myself up by rubbing my arms.
I then get a hoodie chucked in my face and I stumble backwards. I was about to fall into the lake again but Scotland grabbed me before I did.
"Are ye a fucking idiot? Aboot tae git ma hoodie wet as well dumbass. Just tryin' tae help ye and yer go an almoost mess it up." He says as he forcefully pulls me away from the lake.
I take the hoodie off my face.
"Well I didn't expect it, did I?" I say back to him coldly with a harsh glare.
He returns the glare. I stare at the hoodie. It's Scotland's black hoodie that he wore out here.
"Why yer staring at it like it's a new invention put it on ye bastard." Scotland says annoyedly.
I look up to him.
"You sure? It's your favourite one?" I ask him.
Scotland gives me a look of annoyance.
"I ken it is, but if yer keep going on aboot it like that an I'll change ma mind so git it on already," Scotland says not looking towards me. His expression changed to a look of slight doubt before he turns to me. "Just take of the wet hoodie yer already wearing tae make sure it does nae get tae wet." He says a bit unsure.
I shake my head with a small smile. He likes this hoodie too much. Good. Payback for pushing me into a fucking lake.

I do as he asked and take off my burgundy hoodie, chucking it on the ground, before putting Scotland's black one on. It starts to feel warmer already. I can see why Scotland likes the hoodie so much. I then pick up my wet hoodie off the floor and look to Scotland. He seems to be contemplating a lot of things right now.
"What are you thinking about?" I ask curiously.
"Whether pushing yer into that lake was a good idea or naw." He says.
"Ha, serves you right."
Scotland glares at me. "It was a good fucking idea, but unfortunately it did nae wash off that disgusting bitch attitude ye have."
I scowl at Scotland. "Bastard."
"Yeah, yeah. You've ruined whit I was gonna dae, so let's just go back tae the hoose noo."

Scotland begins to walk off back into the forest and I follow after him not wanting to be left in the forest, lost again. Once I've caught up to Scotland he turns around back to the clearing and shouts.
"Sorry lass, ah'll come another time!"
He turns back around and continues walking.
"What was that about?" I ask him confused.
"Oh, just talking tae ma 'imaginary friends' as yer would call them." Scotland says, clearly uninterested in giving me an answer in the first place.
"I thought you stopped doing drugs ages ago?"
"I'm nae fucking high!" Scotland yells angrily to me.
"Okay, no need to get so angry about it." I say annoyed myself at Scotland's anger that he keeps showing. "I was just asking."
Scotland turns angrily towards me. "Well you would nae fucking understand! You just proved that! I tell you the truth and you always call me insane or say I'm on drugs!" Scotland yells and I stay in a bit of silent shock at the anger. "I!... I can't fucking deal with this..." Scotland says quieter and puts a hand to his head.
I remain silent not sure how to respond.
"No one fucking understands me..." he whispers to himself sadly but I still hear it.
That explains the anger... he feels sad... and now I feel guilty...
"I'm sorry Scotland... I understand you're sad now-"
"I'm nae sad... just shut up..." Scotland quickly cuts me off.
I do so, not wanting to say anymore and cause Scotland more anger at his emotional state. Took me a while to realise too. He's adapted to happy and thanks to... someone in particular... love, but sadness appears to be the biggest problem for him. I wish I could help him with it... but he would never let me get a chance. His anger is a whole other story that I don't really won't to get into right now.

The rest of the walk is silent and we reach the end of the trees and I can see the house from our spot. I let out a small sigh of relief.
"If you just left me in those woods I would of been lost their for ages." I say in slight thanks.
Scotland stays silent. "No problem..." he says eventually, almost a whisper.
I really want to know what's bothering him or making him sad. Memories? An event that happened in which I didn't know about? Is he just going through some random emotions? There are lots of possibilities and I can't say what for sure.
We walk back to the house. Once we get to the door Scotland tries to open it but it doesn't budge. He looks confused until I take the door key out of my burgundy hoodie pocket. I'm so glad these pockets had zips and that I zipped them up otherwise the key would be at the bottom of that lake. I open the door and we both go inside. I lock the door and put the key back to its original spot before beginning to take my shoes off. I take off Scotland's hoodie and hand it back to him.
"Thanks for letting me borrow it. It really helped." I say slightly awkwardly.
"Mhmm." Scotland mumbles and inspects the inside of the hoodie to see how wet it got.
I frown. I really don't understand Scotland sometimes.

We head back to our shared room. I go through my clothes trying to find a fresh pair of pyjamas while Scotland just sits on his mattress and stares at a wall blankly in his own thoughts. It's really bugging me what's on his mind now. I go get changed in the bathroom for privacy before coming back and getting into my bed. Scotland still stares blankly at the wall and all I do is frown sadly in return. There's not much I can do, as he never excepts any offers of mine to help him. He just denies what I say with the classic 'I'm fine' when clearly—well, not until you notice it—he is not fine. I sigh and take my glasses off before tiredly laying down and going to sleep.

No ones POV

England falls asleep quite quickly, tired from the coldness and the walk in which he just took. Scotland still sits awake on his bed. He seems to be unaware of the tears that slowly stream down his cheeks. He just continues to hold a blank expression as he stares at the wall, his mind clouded with one thought. Which to him, is a painful thought.

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Scotland isn't high on anything but I'm high on m o t i v a t i o n.

Please help me sleep.

Wait... is there really no translations—hold on. Damn, there really isn't.
Hm, you guys are getting lucky with my laziness on languages right now...

Anyways, stay safe and...

Have A Nice Life!

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