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The Scotsman adjusts his hair and opens the door of the mansion, bringing in his suitcases. It was early in the morning, about four or five o'clock. The mansion was in London and belonged to his.. husband. England.. this blond was extremely narcissistic and cunning, he always irritated the Scotsman. But.. no matter how Philip tried to convince himself and others that England was nobody to him, it was nonsense. Periodically, he allowed himself weakness in front of England. Having put his suitcases in the corridor, he takes off his shoes and goes into the kitchen. Having poured himself a glass of water, he sits down on a chair, drunk and closing his eyes to rest

Scotland lived in Edinburgh for a long time, having almost no contact with England and enjoying solitude