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
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 Camp2 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
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 - 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 - Rockstar (Read Descript)ScotlandXReader - Rockstar (Read Descript)2 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
Scotland x Reader ~Drunken Personality~~Drunken Personality~Scotland x Reader ~Drunken Personality~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Allistor was mumbling something about how the stars tonight looked particularly lovely in the sky.
“They’re spinning,” he muttered as he lazily extended his arm to the front of the windshield. “Look, _____________, they’re making blurry shapes. Why is everything blurry?”
“That’s because you’re drunk, shithead,” you growled as you continued to keep your eyes on the road. This was the first time you had actually driven Allistor home. In the past, his friends or brothers would have driven him, but tonight had been a Kirkland family reunion. The other Kirklands had stayed to chat, but Allistor had work tomorrow. Seeing as how the two of you lived close to one another and knew each other fairly well, it only made sense that you would be his chauffer for the night.
“Goddammit, Allistor, if you knew you were going to work tomorrow, why the hell did you drink so much?” you asked regardless of whether
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
Scotland X Reader- Friends Don'tDisclaimer: I own neither Hetalia nor you One day that'll change One dayScotland X Reader- Friends Don't3 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
Australian Stereotypes...Australian Stereotypes...1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
For the longest time; your eyes were glued to the handsome man sitting across the room.
He was tall, with gleaming brown hair and lovely pale green eyes. And he just so happened to be the country of Australia. And you were... well...human.
What an unhappy coincidence that you two happened to be at the same meeting, listening to Germany and America ramble on and on about...what were they saying? Oh yes, you were too distracted by the man's good looks and stunning arm muscles.
You sighed and shivered at the though of him well...touching you. His strong, muscular arms reaching forward and--
"(Name)?" a small Sealand poked your side. "I have a question for you."
"hmm?" you questioned, "sure, shoot."
"Well, since your just a human," he said, "how long do people generally live? I mean, you musn't got long to live then--"
Your mouth dropped as you watched him sway his head back and forth asking such a horrible question in such an..innocent way.
How could he do that??
"(Name)(Name) are you goi
Door 11 (Bartender!ScotlandXReader)Door 11 (Bartender!ScotlandXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You step through door number eleven and into a bustling pub of some sorts.
You look around and notice that literally everyone that seemed to be there was drunk, totally and utterly plastered.
“What the…” you mutter as you make your way around the drunk men on the floor and the horrid singers on the tables, all you were looking for was one sober person in this place.
You finally made it to the bar and signaled to the bartender for some help, “Um, sir? Can I get some help please?” you inquired to the turned back.
The man turned around and you were somewhat shocked at his incredibly handsome features, from his emerald eyes to his bright red hair.
“Aye lass, what seems to be the trouble?” he spoke in an accent that made you shiver, he was indeed an all-around hunk on all levels.
“Well I have no idea where I am, could you tell me” you asked as you looked away from his intense gaze and devilish lips.
“Well lass, it seems ye ended u
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 ::Kid::"Hey, kid."ScotlandXReader ::Kid::2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your lips pouted as you crossed your hands over your chest. You turned around to face the Scottish many with an irritated look. "I thought I told you not to call me that anymore?" You huffed as you walked over to him, poking his forehead with your index finger. "Did you even listen to me? I'm not a little kid anymore!" You pouted.
"Ye still are to me." The red head man shrugged.
"Yeah, ok grandpa..." You mumbled back at him.
"Oi! I'm not that old." He glared. His emerald eyes flickering with annoyance. You laughed casually and waved at him.
"You're going to be 30 in like, 2 years Allistor... and you still have no girlfriend." You plainly laid out. His thick eyebrows, a family trait, twitched in anger.
"At least I had sex before. 21 years old, haven't even got ye's cherry popped." He crossed his arms. You glared at him though your (e/c) eyes. "Yea, I went there." You turned away, trying to go back to work. You were a waitress at a small Italian ca
Scotland x ReaderRequested by DarknessOnMyEyesScotland x Reader2 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
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::Give Me LoveScotland x ReaderScotlandxReader::Give Me Love3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Give Me Love
One month. It has been one month since he saw you. It's been one month since he ran his fingers through your silky (h/c) hair. It's been one month since he's felt your soft, plump lips against his. It's been one month since he felt your perfect body against his. It's been one month since he's said, "I love you."
Give me love like her,
'Cause lately I've been waking up alone,
Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt,
Told you I'd let them go,
And that I'll fight my corner,
Maybe tonight I'll call ya,
After my blood turns into alcohol,
No, I just wanna hold ya.
It's been a month since you broke up with Allistor and it was killing him, literally. As soon as you left him, packed bags and leaving without a trace, he's spent every second at the bar, drinking himself to the point of vomiting and passing out.
He'd drink away the pain and sorrow of his lost lov
Swiss StereotypesSwiss Stereotypes1 year 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
Scotland x Reader: Crackers Scotland x Reader: CrackersScotland x Reader: Crackers 2 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
~Merry Chrismas~ *Husband!Scotland X Wife!Reader*~Merry Chrismas~~Merry Chrismas~ *Husband!Scotland X Wife!Reader*2 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
ScotlandxBlind!Reader Colored Voices FinalScotlandxBlind!readerScotlandxBlind!Reader Colored Voices Final2 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
Scotland x Shy reader - Playing gamesYour eyes went wide, body freezing where it was. ‘They have to be kidding me!’Scotland x Shy reader - Playing games2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
_____ was reasonably new to the school and usually hung out with Arthur Kirkland, Mathew Williams and Alfred Jones. For someone so new and quiet she was very popular, just not in the way you would expect. Everyone loved the kind, cheerful girl and would often go to chat with her, or sit with her when they had nowhere to go or felt a bit lonely, knowing that she was warm and welcoming.
But that didn’t make her any less shy than she was. In fact the first time she met Arthur, the class grades student council rep she didn’t say a word for the first two hours!
This brings us back to now.
“Students you will be paired up with a senior for the next week for your assignment, you are to learn about them and join with them in their weekly activities starting today. Both the seniors and you will be giving in a report at the beginning of next week so I expect you to do your best and work co
ScotlandxReader Birthday GirlScotlandxReader Birthday Girl2 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
ScotlandxReader: Chicken "Name your game Iain."ScotlandxReader: Chicken2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The man scanned the area around him, the empty playground in the middle of the night to see an abandoned swing set under the light of a nearby street lamp. He grinned.
"Whoever jumps aff at th' hi'est point wins." Both of you grinned, fire in your eyes as you went over to the swings.
Both of you started pumping your legs back and forth, going higher and higher. The only think running through your minds was to beat the other and do so with pride. Iain was about two yards high when he jumped off, knowing you couldn't stand the height you were at.
Looking down at the ground, you could feel your face pale. Still, Iain was standing there, grinning in content with his arms crossed and his hip out,"A bawherr scared, aren't we lass?"
"No!" You cried back, going up higher and higher. Still, you wanted to beat him not matter how scared. He didn't assume you would jump off from that height which was why he
Jealous!EnglandXReaderXNeko!France"Aww, aren't you just the cutest thing?"Jealous!EnglandXReaderXNeko!France2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Arthur Kirkland watched you snuggle with the cat, green eyes narrowed. He could see why'd you dubbed it as FranceCat; after all, that cat was a fluff ball, just like Francis's "sexy" hair and, also very much like France, this cat seemed more than happy to cuddle near some.....Intimate areas.
To anyone else, it would have been rather amusing to see the Brit's face turn bright red as glowered at the smug, fluffy cat. Arthur, however, was less than amused. "You really are cute!" You cooed, scratching the cat's ears and ignoring your boyfriend's silent hissy fit. "Why don't you sleep with me tonight?"
Arthur's eye twitched. That was it. This cat could mock him, even hog his girlfriend on a day Arthur planned to spend with you, but to take his place in your bed, the one place he had to look forward to at this point?
That. Bloody. Cat's. Gone. Too. Far.
The cat had to go, Arthur knew that much. He then had an idea. "____?" He ad
The Fates (ScotlandXReader)You watched, enraptured by the wave of grass that floated to and fro in the steady breeze that swept your hair from your forehead in dizzying patters. Small, fluffy pieces of pollen swerved past you, lurching out of your reaching hand’s way.The Fates (ScotlandXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A soft laugh escaped your lips at your failed attempt to catch the things, a warm and pleasant feeling spreading throughout your body as you basked in the rare sunlight.
A shadow fell over you so you tilted your head back to see who it was. You smiled softly at the young blonde princeling, wondering why he’d come to where you were seating on the light incline of the hill. His brothers were bullying him again, no doubt he was seeking refuge from their teasing. You were surprised that young prince Arthur hadn’t snapped yet.
Something niggled the back of your mind now that you saw him and you tried to recall what it was. It was something to do with a promise Arthur had made, but you simply couldn’t remember what it was.
Sexual Tension: England x ReaderWARNING: I swear in this. Get over it, the whole world swears all the time. As I once made an Italian say, “Swearing is good for the soul.”Sexual Tension: England x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I take that as a compliment, stuck up bastard!”
“At least I’m civilized, arse!”
“Well, your language begs to differ!”
“Guys, guys, calm down and listen to the hero’s awesome plan!” America interrupted you and England’s bickering.
But both of you turned to him in a rage and yelled, “FAT ASS!” which effectively sent him away to sulk.
I guess all of you must have been pretty boring, and with you taking care of fighting with England, France was dozing off before you screamed. He groggily opened his eyes, calling out, “I disagree with all of you.”
“SHUT IT, FROG!” you and England yelled again, onl