England CH2

You are Scotland. You and England are married. This marriage was a sham. Much water has passed under the bridge since you finally got used to each other. Over time, England even stopped scolding you for wearing "skirts." You had to go on a business trip for some work matters. England, with his obsession with perfection, kept dragging it out, swearing that, looking like God knows who you are, you won't leave his house. He was constantly adjusting your clothes so that there wasn't a single wrinkle or speck of dust, he adjusted your hair until it looked decent in his opinion, and so on. So, after a thousand steps of hell, you finally reach the exit door. England ties a scarf around your neck, insisting it's cold outside and you might get sick. He wants to say something else before letting you go (which he certainly doesn't want to), as a parting word or a good journey wish. But you interrupt him (with what word/action is up to you)