Since we got some head cannons about Ireland and Wales. Can we get some hc's about England and Scotland?

Why of course! I got a few of headcanons for these two idiots. I’ll go in general, can’t think of a specific topic lol

Basically, they act like an old married couple but brother editions. They argue over the littlest of things and they always need to have the upper hand over the other. However, despite all the insults and vicious jabs, they care for each other... just in their own weird way. And when they need to work together, they're eerily effective and in synch. Can hold a whole conversation just by one look.

England:

As a hobby, England does flower arrangement and he’s quite good at it. He got lots of practice with his garden and will flaunt his skill whenever he hosts a dinner. He would even help in preparing the decoration for diplomatic meetings or other governmental events. His brothers often tease him he would make a great wedding planner (though little did they know he did lend a hand a few times to his human coworkers in the Parliament for their weddings)

Despite having great survival skills from having a rough childhood mostly spent in the woods/forests, England shamelessly love going ‘glamping’. The comfort of knowing you have shelter, warmth and food for a few nights lift a weight off his shoulders. There’s no need to be worried about dangers, though he knows he can deal with it if it comes to, but now, he’s just here to relax and enjoy (which is a rare thing for this workaholic idiot). 

England claims to be a gentleman in public (and he is, most of the time), but he will go absolutely feral during the Nation 6 championship, as well as the rest of his brothers (and the others). They may be living in peace in modern times, but whenever rugby is involved, they’re one hair away from starting a war between them. The Parliament is well aware of this, so for the next few weeks, they keep England from having meetings with the winner nation as a precaution. 

Scotland: 

He’s the kind of guy who uses a 13 in 1 shampoo, but somehow, against all odds, he has the softest hair known to mankind. It’s hard to know at first because Scotland rarely let someone touch his hair, but when someone does, they’re mesmerized by it. France always laments of the waste potential of having such fine hair because Scotland puts no efforts in styling it.

When he has time outside his nation duties and part-time job as a paramedic, he works as a rock-climbing instructor. Mainly because he loves rock climbing in general, but also because he finds it hilarious to watch the newbies flail around in the air. It fills his schadenfreude heart, but he balances it out by giving well thought insights and making sure they’re always safe. 

Because he loves going on day long hikes in the Highlands at least once a week, Scotland often gets sore feet. So, once a month, he gets a foot massage (and full on face mask treatment as a treat because why the hell not?) at the local salon. It was strange at first, seeing a six-foot-or-so tall man with broad shoulders and a resting bitch face asking for a foot massage. But the regulars (mostly old ladies) were all charmed by his dry humour and take no shit attitude. So Scotland knows all the local gossip and secrets of everyone in town (who cheated on who, the new promotion by bribe, the neighbour’s dog that was buried in someone else’s backyard, you name it). He may claim he doesn’t like gossip, but the group of old ladies eagerly spilling the tea on the latest scandal and him not stopping them at any moment says otherwise.