"Well, at least things couldn't get any worse now." Scotland and you both know that's a complete lie; a white lie, one could say- but still a lie nonetheless. A forced sounding one that wasn't making you feel any better.

But Scotland had never really understood you in the first place nor did he try to and as embarrassing was it for him to admit it, it scared him how unpredictable you were. Mainly because of how fast you could from berating him and your other siblings to moping and feeling sorry for yourself.

Leaving Scotland that much more confused about what to do when you're actually upset and sad about something that wasn't the consequences of your own actions.