Alistair Kirkland, let out a huge breath of smoke, as he peered down over the couch arm to see his friend (your name) flipping open a laptop screen.
“What are ye doin'?” he asked, his thick accent made her want to swoon.
“I want to ask you some questions.” she answered, hoping her friend would agree instead of finding a bypass to avoid it.
“Fine then.” he grumbled. “But be quick.”
By then, (your name) was already on the apparent 'site' and began to scroll down the page.
“Is is true that Scottish are all gingers?”
Alistair looked to the top of his head to see a little glimpse of his red hair. He already knew he had RED hair, but the question (your name) just said sounded dumb.
“No lass. Not all Scottish are...'gingers'.”
(Your name) gave him a cute smiled, before continuing down the page. Alistair, however still didn't get the idea.
“All Scottish people eat haggis?”
“No (your name).” Alistair
Swiss StereotypesSwiss Stereotypes2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
From what you knew about your Swiss friend Basch, he was cheap, hardcore, and protective of his little sister.
But in your eyes; you say a handsome, caring, and...not a big shopper. Recently, Lili invited you over for cheap tea, which gave your the perfect opportunity to find out more about your secret crush.
When you arrived no one answered the door, until finally a small little girl peered from around the door.
"Oh!" she sighed with relief, "it's you! Come in!"
She stood holding the end of her dress, swaying back and forth softly with a cute blush on her face.
"I've missed you so much (Name)!" she giggled.
You bent over a little to hug her.
"I feel the same way Lili." you smiled.
As you followed her around the house, once you entered the garden you smelled...cheese? And tea?
"We'll be having tea in the garden over here." Lili replied. "Basch said he will be accompanying us."
"H-he will?" you mumbled nervously.
Lili looked at you with such caring, deep eyes, and you couldn't
ScotlandxReader Drunken FoolScotlandxReaderScotlandxReader Drunken Fool3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You winced as the door slammed. Looking up from your book, you could see that you weren't the only one who was disturbed. Seamus, Arthur and Dylan are all looking over the tops of their books, frowning.
Allistor, the eldest of the Kirkland brothers, stumbled into the living room. His cheeks were bright red, a dopey grin on his face. You glanced at Arthur. His large eyebrows had taken a skydive down to hover over his glaring green eyes. (The guy had gigantic eyebrows. As his best friend you were allowed to make fun of them.)
"Lassie!! Jis' tha girl Ah want'd ta see!!" He staggered slightly and you could tell that he was more than just a little drunk. Arthur stood, moving towards his brother.
"Go to bed Allistor, you're drunk."
The redhead waves his brother off, scoffing. "Ah'm nae drunk."
He turns back to you, green eyes sparkling. You watched warily. Allistor was unpredictable when he was drunk. One minute a crying l
Drunken sweetness (ScotlandXReader)A bang. The front door had been thrown open, banging against its hinges as someone else banged in. “(Y/n)!! I’m hoooome~” Not again.Drunken sweetness (ScotlandXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Allistor grinned lazily, opening his arms for you as he stumbled inside. Why did you even wait up for him anymore? You should’ve known he’d come home drunk like always. With a couple more drunken slurs of what you guessed was your name, he fell to his knees in front of you.
You shook your head at him and sighed, putting down the magazine you’d engrossed yourself in. Stroking his cheek, to which he nuzzled his face in your hands. “I’m back hooome~” He murmured, pressing kisses on your palms.
“W-why’re ya still awake..?” He questioned, resting his chin on your folded up legs. “I was waiting for you stupid.” Why did you still wait up for him like this? Oh yes, it was because you were head over heels for the redheaded Scot and his affection, which tended to be more prominent
ScotlandxReader - Bed SheetIn the midst of a bright winter's morning a young woman stood by her bedroom window, looking at the snowy landscape as if the sight was foreign to her. The wind had a particular bite to it that morning. So chilly was the air that it seeped through her nightdress and diffused into her skin, causing her breathing to deepen from the sudden shock to her body. She shivered a little and ran her hands along her arms in an attempt to warm herself up, but alas it was to no avail. Still though, the morning was particularly spectacular to behold, and she did not wish to go back to bed just yet. The highlands were beautiful this time of year. The sky was so blue and the land was awash in beautiful whites, even a painter would have been hard pressed to improve upon the view.ScotlandxReader - Bed Sheet3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Yoo're wakin' lassie?" Came a voice from behind her, slightly heavy with sleep.
"Hmm..." She breathed in acknowledgement, flashing her warm smile towards the man lying in the bed behind her. "It's rather cold..."
A deep, hea
Neko!ScotlandxReaderNeko!ScotlandxReaderNeko!ScotlandxReader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Okay guys a brief explanation for why kitty Scot is such a weird cat. It's mainly because, I think that if Scotland was a cat, he'd be a hyperactive little shit. xD That's all.
Making decisions had always been a slight problem for you and today was no exception. You stared at the throng of milling cats. You could only pick one, but they were all so cute and you wanted to take them all with you. But you couldn't.
Sighing, you pursed your lips. Maybe you should come back tomorrow after you had researched the different types of cats.
Turning to Elizabeta, you smiled apologetically. "I don't know if I'm really ready to adopt a cat yet."
She nodded, grabbing a flyer off the near by wall. It explained the purpose of the shelter and the hours. You thanked her smiled, taking the flyer. When you left, you felt a small tinge of guilt for not buying a cat.
Scotland x Reader - Nothing*They say I'm better off nowScotland x Reader - Nothing3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Than I ever was with her
As they take me to my local down the street
I'm smiling but I'm dying trying not to drag my feet
They say a few drinks will help me to forget her*
Allister stumbled into the pub, Alfred and Arthur pushing him in, Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio following. They push him on a bar stool, they knew that the quicker they got the Scotsman drunk, the better. They call the bartender, ordering the strongest whiskey and when it arrives Allister downs it like its water.
"Another," he growls. Arthur relaxes a little, thinking that his brother's back to normal. He never expected you to break up with him. The Englishman didn't understand why, but he knew that drink was always the answer to girl problems. When he glances back at Allister he is surprised to see seven more empty shot glasses and more on their way.
"Um, dude, maybe you should slow down," Alfred says, sipping his all American beer. Allister just growls at him.
"Si, amigo, there are many
ScotlandxReader Light SleeperScotlandxReader Light Sleeper4 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N] Omg....I feel so dirty for typing this....This is literally the dirtiest thing, I've ever written... WARNING!!! Implied smut ahead. Don't like, Don't read. Ye' have been warned.
"WILLIAM!" You shouted out of the bedroom window in your two story house. You waited a few moments for a response. There was none, though you weren't surprised. The music blaring from his house would have made anyone go deaf. You huffed and made your way back inside. You marched over to the closet and pulled the doors open to grab your robe. You threw it on and walked downstairs and out of the door. This time, he was not going to get away with waking you up at three in the morning.
You walked up to his house and began to pound on his door feirocously. You waited for a few moments, but no reply came from the Scottish man. You began to search for his spare key. Spotting a rock, you picked it up
ScotlandxReader Pocket watch FinalScotlandxReaderScotlandxReader Pocket watch Final3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
These are the human names I'm using for the Kirkland Brothers :3
North Ireland- Sean
You stared across the table at Allistor. He glanced at you, then looked down, shame in his eyes.
Colin had finally gone back to sleep. It disheartened you to see how much hate and contempt he felt for his father.
He flinched like he had been shocked.
"Why did you come back? You know your brothers are trying to keep you away."
He nodded, avoiding your eyes. You sighed, hunching your shoulders.
How awkward could this get?
"I know I already said it, bu' I'm sorry."
"An' I know tha' you an' Colin have every right ta' hate me."
You crossed your arms, avoiding his eyes. "He'll get over it."
Or he might not, but you didn't th
Scotland x Reader- Summer Camp"Allister!" Exclaimed Alfred as he turned to you. His smile slowly faded and silence came over the students. You turned you head to look at the red-headed country with a gulp. Everyone knew that. Allister Kirkland was a delinquent. It was surprising that they still let him come to the camp. You looked around at everyone as they all seemed to give you a look of sympathy.Scotland x Reader- Summer Camp3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well.. Let's continue." Alfred mumbled before continue to call out the names. You looked back over at Allister. He had a small frown on those thin lips of his and her arms were crossed over his chest. He had an obvious look of uninterest on his face. You didn't actually mind being in a group with him. He was always somewhat kind to you.Besides, you formed a bit of a crush on the fiery Allister.
You decided you were gonna make him like the time he spent you, make him actually well.. Enjoy himself.
"Here you are." Alfred said and handed you a smooth, blue sheet of of paper. He gave you a smile before walking away. Yo
Hetalia SpainxReader - Stuck In a BoxHetalia SpainxReader - Stuck In a Box3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo!"
The Spaniard turned around at the sound of his name being called. His eyes fell upon _____, his best friend for as long as he could remember (excluding Gilbert and Francis, of course). His lips curled up into a happy smile when he saw her-- even though she was glaring daggers at him.
"Hola, bonita," he said with the big grin still on his face. "How have you been?"
"Oh, just fine, thank you," she replied, crossing her arms. There was a razor-sharp edge building in her voice.
"What's the matter, bonita? You okay?"
"Oh, yeah!" She stomped past him angrily, heading inside the house. "Everything's peachy-keen!"
Antonio turned his head in her direction, furrowing his brows. "Bonita?"
_____ stepped into the house where Gilbert and Ludwig (and currently _____) lived, furiously kicking off her shoes after wiping her feet.
"_____! _____!" called a voice frantically from the hallway.
_____ saw Gilbert running toward her with a panicked look on his face.
"What is it,
ScotlandXReader - Rockstar (Read Descript)ScotlandXReader - Rockstar (Read Descript)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He had it all. Everything he wanted, he had gotten. He stood there in his penthouse suite, looking out the wall of windows. The radio was playing softly in the background. He stared at his reflection. Emerald green eyes and fiery red hair with a lean body. He had a cigarette between his figures and a bottle of beer in his hands. He sighed. The darkness of the city outside the windows consumed him, inside and out.
The radio behind him was playing his newest hit song. As he stood there staring out the window, a pair of arms wrapped around his body. A chin places itself on his shoulder and blonde hair spilled over his shoulder. From the reflection, he saw it was his latest girlfriend. He couldn’t remember his name.
"Iain, come on. Let's go to bed." She said.
"Aye. Be righ' there, lass." He replied.
He was turning to go to bed when the radio changed songs. It was another one of his. His first song to be exact. Rockstar.
I'm through with standing in line
To clubs we'll never get i
R: Scotland x Reader"Hey, hey Scottie. Scottie. Sssssssssscottie."R: Scotland x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Scotsman looked up from his book and cigar to look at the [nationality] who was poking his cheek endlessly. "What is it, lass?"
[Name] stopped poking his cheek and looked at him innocently. "What's under your kilt?" she asked. Scotland's jaw slightly dropped, nearly making his cigar fall.
"You should close your mouth. You might catch a fly or something," [Name] said.
Scotland closed his mouth as he regained his composure.
"What made you bring out that question, lassie?" he asked. The girl in question tapped her chin as she thought of what to answer.
After a moment, she stopped tapping her chin and looked at him. "I read it somewhere," was her reply.
The male looked at her questionably. "Where?"
"Somewhere in deviantart," she responded happily.
"Now lass," Scotland started. "I don't think you would want to know yet. You're a wee bit too young for it, aye?"
[Name] snorted. "I'm only a year younger than you, you silly Scotsman. And why ca
The Incident (ScotlandXReader)Sitting on a bar stool, nursing the best scotch the pub had to offer, Allistor Kirkland didn’t have too much to complain about. He had a drink, a cigar, and all the time in the world. Not literally, of course (the paperwork had to be done at some point), but it was nice to pretend. Now all he needed was a fight.The Incident (ScotlandXReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One particularly drunken man was causing a ruckus across the bar, shouting for more drinks in a voice so slurred, words could barely be recognized. Allistor growled in annoyance, his grip tightening on the bottle in his hand, teeth grinding against the cigar perched on his lips. It looked like he had his target, and perfect timing, too.
The bartender noticed the look in his eye. “Oh no ye don’t, Allistor. Not tonight. Ye nearly destroyed the place last time,” the older man cautioned, but the red head couldn’t hear through the anger burning in the back of his skull.
“He deserved it, though,” Allistor growled, emerald eyes watching the lo
Scotland x Reader - After Hours DrinksYou, Antonio, Gilbert, and Francis stumbled down your street, singing loudly and ignoring the shouts to shut up. You three had just finished with work, then happy hour, and the Bad Touch Trio were kind enough to walk you home.Scotland x Reader - After Hours Drinks3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIENDS AND WE'LL KEEP ON FIGHTING TILL THE END!" You three sang or screamed. Then you turned and pointed at Gilbert and he air guitared the rest. Antonio and Francis suddenly got a devilish look when you reached your front yard. They stood on either side of you and kissed your cheek, dangerously close to your mouth. You were much to soused to notice, but some one did.
"YOU BE GETTIN OF ME LAWN AN ME GIRL!" came a loud Scottish shout. Allitster marched down the lawn and scooped you up, carrying you back to the house. The trio of course followed in the house, as Allister was to busy with you to stop them. He set you on the couch then turned to the grinning trio.
"You know, there are three of us, one of you and one of her," he s
Scotland x Reader: CrackersScotland x Reader: CrackersScotland x Reader: Crackers3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The girl grabbed a thin cracker, taking a small bite out of it.
Today while she was at the supermarket, (Name) somehow ended up buying some crackers, along with her purchase. She had nothing else to snack on at home, and crackers seemed be healthy, right? Too much junk food wouldn’t be good for her, so (Name) decided to switch things up for a little and decided to go along with crackers.
Oh boy, did she make a bad decision.
The problem was that the crackers were absolutely, unbelievably tasteless and disgusting.
It was true, and (Name) had regrets buying them. She grimaced, making a gagging sound as she finished the other half of the already-bitten biscuit. Horrified, (Name) got up from her seat, looking around the kitchen for at least something to go with the crackers.
Oh how she was determined! (Name) was going to find something to make the crisp wafer taste at least the least of good; if not then, better! There was no way that s
Scotland x ReaderRequested by DarknessOnMyEyesScotland x Reader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warning for some language.
Ding-dong! ……………. Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong!
Tapping your foot impatiently, you were about to punch the doorbell a few more times when the door was finally wrenched open. “Bloody hell, _____! Calm down, you only had to ring once-” “Sorry ‘bout that, Arthur, but I’m in a rush,” you pushed past him, shoving a bag of freshly made scones into his arms and depositing your coat on the couch. “Now where is Allistor? He hasn’t been returning my calls, texts, emails, anything! No response! We were supposed to meet up in town a few days ago but no, he had to leave me hanging and now-!” “What are these for?”
England was staring in surprise at the scones. Great, he hadn’t even been listening to you. Facepalm. “Those were my early apology
ScotlandxBlind!Reader Colored Voices FinalScotlandxBlind!readerScotlandxBlind!Reader Colored Voices Final3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When you woke up, you felt the skirt of your nightgown crinkle with a layer of thin frost. It was still chilly out.
You had actually managed to fall asleep on the roof. You never failed to amaze yourself.
Allistor mumbled something, his head leaning against yours.
"Wake up." You reached out and poked him.
"WHOA LASSIE!" You felt his head shoot off your shoulder. You flinched slightly, eyes wide with surprise. His sleepy colors had gone bright with alarm, and something else.
"I know yer blind an' all, so please dinne'a poke me if ye' don't know where yer finger is goin'."
You blushed, realizing what he meant. Oops
"Oh geez, sorry."
He went silent, the colors of his voice slowly fading out of your mind.
"Are you wearing a skirt?"
Allistor snorted, "Nae, Ah'm not. It's a Kilt." His colors turned slightly annoyed.
Silence fell, but you didn't mind, it was
~Merry Chrismas~ *Husband!Scotland X Wife!Reader*~Merry Chrismas~~Merry Chrismas~ *Husband!Scotland X Wife!Reader*3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Husband!Scotland X Wife!Reader X Child!England*
'Drabble #9 from 'All I want for Christmas' series'
The female braided the pretty fiery red locks of her 5 year old daughter while the little one swayed back and forth her tiny feet to keep herself busy.(Daughter's Name) stiffled a yawn,but failed miserably as her mother's touch was more than gentle and the adult's humming was serene as a lullaby.Both (Name) and Arthur laughed at the same time,hers feminine and subtle,his a little bit more manly and loud.
(Daughter's Name) was a precious little girl and she was the princess of the family.She resembled so much her daddy,as if the girl was the sculpted form,both in appearence and sometimes in acting,of Allistor.The pretty vivid red hair,her big emerald green eyes which glimmered with happiness and innocence,her white complexion - everything made her look as a porcelain doll - though (Name) was happy she inherited her father's traits and not hers,as the adult
Scotland x Reader - PunishmentHe smirked. How you would love to smack that smirk off! It's not your fault you had lost the bet, it was all that damned red-head's fault!Scotland x Reader - Punishment3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Since you had lost the bet, you had to pay the price. So here you stand, in a corset, a white button up shirt underneath, and a plaid mini skirt. The corset was on pretty tight, but not too tight so you could still breath. Sadly it still pushed your breasts up and made them look bigger.
"Damn you, William. . ." You said with a venom laced tone. The Scottish male's smirk only widened.
"There nothin' ye can do, lass~" He said, tapping his cigarette, ashes fell into a small black ashtray. He loved seeing you so infuriated.
"Fuck. You." You said simply, glaring daggers at the taller male.
"Ye have to buy me dinner first" He said with a wink. Your face exploded into the loveliest shade of red, as impure thoughts invaded your mind.
Scotland smirked happily as he put out his cigarette. Walking over to you he slammed his lips onto yours. You
Hetalia EnglandxReader - Stuck In a BoxHetalia EnglandxReader - Stuck In a Box3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Alfred! Where are we going?!" I said as Alfred pushed me along through his gigantic house.
He snickered. "You'll see~!"
I rolled my eyes.
We arrived at a door, which Alfred opened and shoved me into the room, closing and locking the door. It turns out the room wasn't a room-- it was a closet. It was a small, empty closet, barely able to fit two people.
Wait. Two people. . .
I banged my fist on the door. "Alfred Foster Jones! Get me out of this closet, or so help you, I will--"
Before I could say any more, the door opened and Arthur was pushed in. The door closed, pushing Arthur closer to me. I could see his emerald green eyes staring at me through the darkness. My face heated up, and I felt his heat up as well.
"Ah. . . Arthur. . ."
"Oh, _____," he muttered. "H-Hello, love. . ."
"Um. . . Did Alfred drag you in here, too?"
He nodded. "Yes. He didn't even bother explaining to me why."
"Ah. . ."
He didn't know, but I did. Alfred knew about my crush on Arthur; he probably thought t
ScotlandxReader Birthday GirlScotlandxReader Birthday Girl3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Something was tapping your forehead. Frowning you waved a hand, trying to brush it away. It stopped for a moment, then continued.
"Come on lass. I'm not lettin' ya' sleep yer birthday away."
A familiar voice rumbled. You blinked sleepily at the man next to you. His red hair was tousled, sticking up all over the place. Faint stubble covered his jaw.
"So what do ye' want for yer birthday?" He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you.
"That's what you would want. Besides Peter is in the next room." You pointed out.
He rolled his eyes, "Ah should get Arthur ta' babysit him tonight."
You frowned, shaking your head.
"Nope. I want to spend my Birthday with my son and Husband." You paused, reaching out to twirl a fiery lock of his hair around your finger.
"And I want a carrot cake."
He arched an eyebrow, "Ye' do realize yer talkin' to a man whose brother sets fire to cereal."
You nodded, grinning.
The sound of someone r
Scotland X Reader- Friends Don'tDisclaimer: I own neither Hetalia nor you One day that'll change One dayScotland X Reader- Friends Don't4 years ago in Romance More Like This
When someone phones your house at two in the morning, that someone won't be telling you something you like.
You knew this to be a fact Which was why you contemplated letting the call go to the answering machine. You had been in the middle of a nice, restful slumber when that damn shrill ringing woke you. Even if you did pick up the call, you would sound far too grouchy to make any civil conversation.
Don't answer you repeated in your head, like a mantra. Don't answer. Don't answer. Don't answer.
But, when your imagination led you to think up horrible scenarios that would warrant a pre-sunrise phone call, you found yourself answering the phone.
"Hello?" you said groggily.
"____?" a gruff voice you knew all too well responded from the other end of the line.
"Yeah, Boss?" you replied slowly to your employer.
"I've got a riddle for ye. I got a bloomin' idiot in my pu