#he got Aubigny sur Nère

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There are a few french towns (including one I'm extreeeemly familiar with) that are twinned with Scottish cities because of the Auld Alliance, most often a Scotsman being gifted a French city as a reward for having helped us during the Hundred Years.

I can't help but imagine both Cailean and Francis going on "secret" dates ever so often to these towns (they're not secret, the locals know what's going on but they're used to it), often just walking together and maybe revisiting old places and scenery, kinda remembering the war that made them a couple.

How romantic is that ?!

#hetalia #imagine just minding your own business and then you just see your fucking country in the arms of his boyfriend #“oh here they are again” #scotfra #aph scotland #hws scotland #aph france #hws france #an ancestor of the Stuart was actually one of those scotsmans #he got Aubigny sur Nère #hetalia headcanons

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@nevermindirah tagged me for one of those there WIP wednesday posts. right now i’m just fully immersed in porn, my eyes are starting to cross from it, but aside from that, i’ve got something else slowly in the works

He took her to Aubigny-sur-Nère, to the little farmhouse he’d bought years back. It was secluded and it was, as far as he knew, completely unknown to the others. They wouldn’t be able to stay long, wouldn’t be able to stay long anywhere unless he could find a way for her to see them without being seen, but for a couple of days it’d be safe. He’d come by a couple of days before in anticipation of his plans, so provided no one had broken in to squat, they’d be stocked up with food and home comforts for the time before having to run again.

She stayed out of it for the journey down, seemed to sleep better once he pulled over and tilted her seat back, and while he was glad for it, he was troubled by how much they must have given her for it to be lasting as long as it was. Maybe they’d decided she was a good guinea pig for sedative testing.

He was getting her out of her seat when she made a tired noise and asked, “Can I take a break, Sergeant?” Her eyes were still shut.

“You already are,” he told her, kicking the door shut and carrying her around to the back of the house. “Hey, can you stand?”

“Yessir,” she mumbled, and he carefully put her down on her feet, holding onto her arms when she wobbled. “Yeah I’m good,” she said, swaying into his side, and he grunted, then decided against the standing idea. He helped her to the ground to sit by the door, head resting back against the stone wall.

“Wait here,” he told her, uselessly. It didn’t look like she’d be moving any time soon. “I have to, ah. Check the perimeter.” Fuck’s sake. “Just a minute.”

oops that was too long. anyway as usual i’m scared to tag people so if you see this consider it an open invitation for sharing your SHIT!