List of do's and don't's by the ever-gleeful Scotland.

(( fffff. I totally did not notice this topic. ;D
Ahahaaaaa~ ))

'Ello, lads n' lasses.
I'm Scotland.

DON'T;

- Don't touch me, m'kilt, or m'hat.
- Don't ask me t' beam ye up.
- Don't ask me t' hug ye. - Denmark is exempt from this rule. c.
- Just don't ask.
- Don't say I wear no underwear.
- Don't say I wear a manskirt - it's a perfectly respectable kilt.
- Oh. And don't get on my bad side. If ye don't, we should get along just fine.
- My name is not Scotch Tape, so don't call me that. Just... Throwin' that out there.

DO;

Sod off and leave me alone.

(( OH THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN. >U ))

Hein waves.

Denmark clings.

Scotland waves back to Hein.

...

And Scotland begrudgingly hugs Denmark.

Canada smiles.

Taiwan waves spazztastically. "Hi, Scotch Tape~!"

Scotland nodded politely back at Canada, and swiftly gave Taiwan the one-fingered salute.

[[..the bird or somthing else. i forgot. :'D;;]]

Taiwan doesn't notice.

Canada pats Taiwan. "Just ignore her. . .;"

"Also. I will never forgive you for that lie, Scotch tape. Ever." --Taiwan

"Hm, alright, will do, lad," Scotland replied calmly, before smirking.

"It was so worth it, though, lass."

Canada grabs her sleeve, just to be safe.

"Yeah, it was totally worth it. I just lost the small amount of trust that had been established." Taiwan crosses her arms over her chest.

Denmark looks confused. "...Eh? What lie?"

Scotland shrugged. "Frankly, I'm surprised ye e'er trusted me in the first place. And yer always bloody callin' me Scotch Tape, yet I always seem t' forgive ye, and not punch yer face in. And absolutely nothin', Danmhairg..."

"I wasn't meaning you when I said trust though." She looks over to Dnemark for a second, and then turns her attention to Canada. "Let go, Matthew."

". . .";;;;;;;

"Ah, I see. Well... I-I'm sorry, anyways," Scotland huffed.

She rolls her eyes ". .I'm sorry as well."

Canada sighs in relief.

[[...WHY ARE YOU LOCATED IN- I DONT EVEN-]]

"A-Ah, I see," Scotland replied, nodding his head slightly.

(( TEEHEE. ))

He pouts. "Really? Is it nothing?" ;A; "You guys just apologised to each other! So it must be something!"

She elbows Scotland's arm lightly. "It's nothing at all, Den. Maybe we just felt like saying sorry." Maybe that was the lamest excuse ever. And maybe Canada thinks so too.

Scotland stiffened, but caught onto what Taiwan was doing. He glanced at Denmark and sighed, "Aye, the lass is right, ye know... Just felt like sayin' sorry, for however we may have wronged one another in the past, Danmhairg."

"Yeah, what he said."

He purses his lips, looking skeptic. "Eh... Alright. If you say so."

"Yeah."

Scotland blinked at the skeptical look, and held his arms open, adding as a quick subject change, "Want a hug, Danmhairg?"

[[...Danmhairg. Damnhairg. Damn hair. fff.]]