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
Chinese Stereotypes..Chinese Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Yao can you make more of these?” an English head peered around the corner of the kitchen, still trying to finish his last dumpling.
“Arrg!” the Chinese man groaned, wishing he could just chuck the stirring spoon he was holding across the room. “Coming up...” he finally sighed, knowing raging wouldn't solve his problems.
He was supposed to be 'nice' to the other countries, but he didn't think that would end up having to serve them left right and centre.
“Right!” the Englishman grinned, before returning into the other room.
Moments after, Yao finally began to calm down until a certain person entered the room with a giant grin on their face. That person, was none other than (First name) (Last name), who had some fun questions she wanted answered.
“HEY YAO!!” she shouted excitedly in his ear, only it ended with him getting scared, and spilling a whole new plate of dumplings on the ground.
There was a moment of silence, as if they
Canadian Stereotypes..Canadian Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Do canadians kids ride polar bears to school?"
Matthew Williams, also known as Canada, peered up from his newspaper to look at his friend, (your name) glaring into the computer screen in front of her.
"Uh...no (your name), we don't ride polar bears at all." he said, flipping to a new page without hassle.
"Okay." she sighed, making a funny shape with her tounge while waiting for the next page to load. Matthew gave her a little look before looking back blushing. She's so damn cute, he thought.
"Do canadians play hockey all the time?"
Matthew gave a puzzling look before finally answering.
"N-no. Some don't play hockey at all much less every-"
"Is it true you put mayple syrup on everything?"
Matthew turned lightly pink, becayse of the horrible stereotypicalism. Did people really think that about canadians? Nobody remembered him anyway so what did it matter? What was worse to him now what was (your name) thought of him.
"Do canadians give people whatever they want because their 'soo' nice?
Icelandic Stereotypes..Icelandic Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
“(Your name) what are you looking at?” Emil, the white haired Icelandic man asked, while watching his friend shuffle through random sites on the computer. He didn't have the slightest idea why she was at his house, but he didn't care. He rather her be over more than anyone else.
“Just some things to ask you..” (your name) replied, a smile appearing on her face, seeing as she found the site she wanted.
“What do you want to ask me then?” Emil replied questionably, as if ready for some super tricky math question, for something about his brother or-
“Is is true that Iceland has the strongest men and women?” she asked, causing him to rethink over the whole 'tricky math' thing. Emil took a moment to wonder why she even cared about this kind of information.
“That is said by some. But-”
“Is it true male tourists to Iceland can easily get laid?”
Emil raised an eyebrow, showing off on his 'what are you talking about' looks,
American Stereotypes..American Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Does everyone in america have a gun?"
Alfred F. Jones: also known as America, turned to see his friend (your name), surfing the internet, a keen look in her eyes as she scanned each word on the depicted site she was on.
"Whaa-dude what you readin'?" Alfred just chuckled, hoping she would ignore not getting an answer.
Well that sure wasn't gunna happen.
"Does everyone in america have a gun?" she asked again, earing only a yawn and a stretch from Alfred.
"No (your name), not EVERYONE in america has a gun."
"Okay.." she mumbled, and continued to search on the same sight. A few moments later, while Alfred was chowing down on a tastely hamburger, (your name)'s voice rang through his ears before he could even taste the meat or lettuce.
"What now dude?" he asked, hoping she'd be quick so he could get on with his meal.
"Is it ture that everyone in America eats Macdonald's on an everyday basis?"
Alfred had to think for a moment.
"Nope, dude...why you-"
"Are american people always racist?"
French Stereotypes..French Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Francis, is it true french people drink wine like water?"
The blond haired french-man looked over at his friend (your name), and a smile appeared on his face.
"Well I love za wine~" he laughed. "But non. It's not drunk like water-"
"Is is true french wash less often than others?"
He nearly screamed. Well he did, just in a non-many way.
"Zat is not true (your name)! I love to be clean!" he flipped his hair with a wink, making (your name) smrik and turn back into her seat.
"What are you doing anyway?" Francis peered over his friends shoulder to see 'French Stereotypes' on the screen. He didn't seem to happy about it.
"(Your name) don't tell me your-"
"Is it true french people are rude and racist?"
"NON!" Francis shouted, a little more angry than girly this time.
"Well is it true french always eat frogs all the time?"
Francis sighed, and just answered the questions.
"Zat is not true either."
(Your name) sighed, and began to tap her fingers along the desk. To Francis, he thought it was pr
Norwegian Stereotypes..Norwegian Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Norwegian's look as if they're soaked in bleach.."
Lukas Bondevik, turned his head to see (first name) (last name) glaring at a computer screen, seemingly talking to herself.
Finding this all to interesting, Lukas peered over, accidentally resting his head on her shoulder, making her gasp and turn to see him.
"Lukas you scared me!" she replied, clicking the minimize button.
"What were you looking at?" he asked, taking the mouse, putting his hand over hers and moving the mouse back to the website she was on. It wasn't really a site though. She was looking up 'Norwegian Stereotypes', and Lukas raised an eyebrow.
(Your name) just let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Can I ask you a few questions then?" she smiled brightly, with Lukas giving her another strange look.
(your name) went right to it, and began to asking questions.
"Does everyone ski in Norway?"
"No." Lukas answered rather quickly. He thought he should maybe speak a little slower.
"Hmm.." (your name) went on. "Is it true that m
Russian Stereotypes..Russian Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Everyone drinks Vodka?"
The tall Russian man names Ivan, looked up to his dear friend (your name), who was 'supposed' to be looking for information about America. Don't ask why he wanted HER specifically to do it, maybe it was because he just liked seeing her. But for now, he was wishing he hadn't.
"No (your name)." Ivan replied, although chuckling to himself since HE was drinking vodka at the moment himself.
"Is Russia cold all year round?" (Your name) asked again, still looking at the computer screen in front of her.
Ivan felt like it was going to burn her eyes.
"No no (your name) it's not. But, why are you-"
"Russians only own warm clothes?"
Ivan gave her a 'are-you-retarded' look, before sighing and going towards her. Leaning over her shoulder, and peering at the computer screen. 'Russian Stereotypes' was the main page.
"Why are looking at this (your name)? You're supposed to look for America's weaknesses."
"I know I know. Hold on." (your name) giggled, making Ivan lean back a lit
Japanese Stereotypes..Japanese Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Hey Kiku?” (your name) asked, just catching a glimpse of her Japanese friend walking by.
Kiku stopped and turned his head to see (your name) flipping open a laptop, and sitting on a comfy beanbag chair, resting her elbows on the small knee-high table.
“Is it true Japanese people are like..super polite all the time?”
Kiku blinked, as if trying to remember what she said.
“Werr, everyone is different (your name).” he said, giving her a look of pity, thinking she'd know the answer to her own question.
He turned to leave, before suddenly being pulled back by none other than (your name) herself.
“Don't leave! I need to ask more questions!”
Kiku huffed lightly, before seating himself next to (your name), watching her type in 'Japanese Stereotypes'.
“It is arr rearry necessary (your name)-”
“Is it true that Japanese people cannot hold their liquor?”
“Werr about 40-45% can't I guess..”
“Do all Japanese p
German Stereotypes..German Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"(Your name) vhat are you looking at?" Ludwig, also known as germany, replied standing above the (h/c) haired girl sitting at his computer. She was hardly paying attention, just glaring at the screen in front of her.
"Hmm.." was all he got from her. Sighing, he grabbed a newspaper and began to read it while still staring at her, wondering what on earth she was doing.
"Is it true all Germans are mean and tough?"
Ludwig took a moment to understand what she was asking, making sure he didn't take it the wrong way.
"No (your name), why vould you think something like zat-"
"Are Germans always angry?"
His face began to heat up. It was like she was pressuring him.
"No (your name), I don't see why zis is-"
"Are all Germans obsessed with beer?"
Ludwig's eyebrow twitched slightly.
"N-no! Verdammit (your name).."
"Do you guys only eat sausage and schnitzels?"
"Of course not!" Ludwig was getting furious. Not at (your name), but at the damn stereotypes she was reading about him and his culture. He d
British Stereotypes..British Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
The blond haired english man looked towards his friend (your name), raising an eyebrow in the process.
"Yes (your name)?"
Without warning, the blond man's eyes widened as (your name) opened his mouth as if trying to seek some buried teasure. She peered into his mouth and stared at his teeth.
"You don't have bad teeth Arthur!"
"Bloody hell woman!?" Arthur turned red, realizing how close her mouth was to his, however the girl in front of him didn't care.
(Your name) pulled out a small notepad and paper and checked something off.
Arthur began to get curious.
"What's that (your name)..?" he asked as calmly as he could. He was beginning to get worried of what she was planning.
"A list." she mumbled, not paying much attention to her british friend.
She looked up at him, her (e/c) eyes shining.
"I'm trying to see if the british stereotypes are real!" she sounded so happy about it.
Arthur didn't like it one bit, but before he could ask, she was blurting out questions.
Italian Stereotypes..Italian Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Feliciano can I ask you a question?"
A happy-go-lucky italian lifted his head from his bowl of pasta to see his friend (your name) using his computer.
"(N)-(Your name)!? How'd you ah get in my house-"
"Are Italian's all loud?"
Feliciano looked almost offended.
"N-no. Bu-but why are you-"
"Is it true most to all italians are fat and hairy?"
The italian man's eyes widened. His brows then made a depressed look.
"No (Your name)! See! Look at me!"
(Your name) turned to see her italian friend point to himself, and taking a look at hm she knew that wasn't true. Well..for him at least.
"Is that all (your name)? I would like to-"
(Your name)'s eyes glared onto the screen before laughing out loud. Feliciano still didn't look to happy.
"What is it now (your)-"
"Is is true italians have ties with the mafia?" she began to laugh again. "Wow."
Feliciano poked his friend in the shoulder. (Your name) turned her head to be..extremely close to his. She didn't even know he was there.
"Those things aren'
Prussian Stereotypes...?Prussian Stereotypes...?3 years ago in Humor More Like This
NOTE~~P.o.V has changed and will for the future ones~~
“Keeeeeese (your name), what are you looking at?” your Prussian friend Gilbert asked, glancing over your slumped shoulder to see you were on some random site.
“Just looking for something.” you replied back, resting your chin on your free hand while clicking around the site, hoping to find something decent.
Gilbert was still not convinced it was just 'something'. You never just 'walked into his house and used his computer for no reason' unless it was for something important.
Usually it was either something for homework, or your family was hogging the computer(s) in your house.
“Are you suree?~” he laughed, before pulling up a chair next to you with a big grin on his face.
“Som'zing you need to ask the awesome me?”
You rolled your eyes, however having to smile at the same time.
“Yes. If I can find any...” you slowly trailed off while scrolling down a specific site, cau
Swedish Stereotypes..Swedish Stereotypes..2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"(Name), I wouldn't try it." your Danish friend Matias laughed, while chugging down the last bit of beer in his mug. "He doesn't care."
"Of course he will!" you protested, clicking to the site you were looking at before.
Matias just laughed again, and continued his way into the kitchen in hopes of finding more beer to survive off of.
"He will listen.." you mumble to yourself, scrolling down the page to find different 'Swedish Stereotypes'.
It was or maybe would be the only way to get his attention. You tried before, but it never seemed to work. You'd ask him some questions and maybe have a chance at finally talking to the quiet man.
"Oh Berwald!" you called over, seeing him step in the doorway with Tino and Lukas. "Do you have any time?"
He only nodded his head and grunted, giving you the impression he didn't really care. Biting you lip, you wondered if Matias was right.
"Where's the idiot?" Lukas asked, holding two brown bags mostly filled with beer inside. Probably for Matias.
South Italian Stereotypes...South Italian Stereotypes...2 years ago in Humor More Like This
To say your friend Lovino can get easily angered was an understatement. He'd never admit he was wrong, even if the whole party knew it was his fault.
At least he was nice towards you-and usually just women in general. However as you flipped open your notepad-to reveal your list of 'questions' you were going to ask him-you couldn't help but feel that it was going to end badly.
It was tough to find the few questions you had, but it was definetly worth it. Knocking on Lovino's door, he opened it with a wide mouth like he was expecting someone he didn't like.
"Oh..it is you (Name)." he mumbled, crossing his arms. "You may come in."
"Thanks." you smiled and poked his nose, not watching him blush and rub it as you walked in.
"S-so..why are you here anyway?" he asked, his arms still crossed and his foot tapping like he hadn't much time and needed to be somewhere.
"I have some things I'd like to ask you."
"Pfft. Why?" he asked, not even giving you a chance to state what 'kind' of questions.
Spanish Stereotypes..Spanish Stereotypes..2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"(Nameee)? You paying attention?"
You blinked a few times, to look straight into the green eyes of your Spanish friend Antonio. You gave him a reasuring smile, before slumping back in your seat.
If it wasn't obvious enough, you really liked him, and there was only one way you could really get to see him often..
"Do you really want to learn Spanish (Name)?"
You looked up at Antonio and nodded.
He sighed though, not sounding very amused.
You felt your ears begin to heat up, at the thoughts running through your mind.
The reason for being so distracted, was because of a certain someone's behind.
That's right, once your Spanish friend turned his back towards to write on the chalkboard, your eyes focused right towards his buttoks. The rumors you heard were true, Antonio really did have a nice ass.
He never did seem like the stereotypes you found online. But, you still wanted to ask anyway.
"Okay (name) translate-"
"Can I ask you a few questions?" you asked while raisi
Lithuanian Stereotypes...Lithuanian Stereotypes...2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Visiting Toris was usually exciting. It was the same today, however you had an idea that would make things a lot more...interesting.
Since he was such a kind person, and so easy to get along with it wasn't a problem to ask to use his computer. You didn't have to use the computer, however you forgot most of the stereotypes you found online. That's right. Stereotypes.
You wanted to know how the actual country felt about being stereotyped, and at first you didn't even know if Lithuania even had any. But it did.
You clicked on the site you had found before, and coughed a few times to get your friend's attention.
"I have a few questions for you.." you replied calmly, watching Toris rise from his seat and scoot behind you.
"Like what?" he asked, his warm breath hitting your neck a little.
You cleared your throat and read aloud:
"Is Lithuania a basketball country?"
There was a moment of silence, while Toris blinked trying to figure out the whole significance of the question.
ScotlandxReader~Kilt FactsThe moment the screen went black, you nearly screamed. Curse this bloody storm! Because of it, the paper you'd written about 'Scottish men and their kilts' was now completely gone.ScotlandxReader~Kilt Facts3 years ago in Humor More Like This
'Dammit!' You thought, wishing to tear out your hair. 'I knew I should have saved it!'
Thinking quickly, you called up the only country you knew would have the proper information about such a thing. Scotland.
Luckily, the phone lines weren't dead yet, so as the line on the other end began to ring, you sighed with relief. This paper was due monday, and you'd been so busy having fun with other countries and your friends, you totally forgot. So now it was saturday night, and you were expected to attend a party at America's tomorrow so you didn't want to be stuck at home.
"Ello' who's this?" the scottish voice on the other end boomed.
"Hey Alistair." you smiled hearing his deep voice. "Could I nab some information from you?"
"What kind of infrmation lassie?" he asked, seemingly sounding delighted. That
Finnish Stereotypes...Finnish Stereotypes...2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had been weeks since you visited your friend Tino, and since Berwald was technically 'away' for a few days, now would be the perfect to see him alone.
And you had some..things you wanted to show him.
And if Berwald were there things could get...awkward. So it was best he wasn't there.
You stumbled onto the Finnish man's doorway and knocked softly.
Not a moment to soon, he opened the door with a signature smile, the usual smile he had around you.
"Ahh (Name) your here!" he said brightly allowing you inside. "I've missed you!"
"Me too." you smiled back, watching him fumble a little with his necktie and watch you sit down in the living room. The black book in your hands made his brow raise.
You giggled a little.
"Nothing important. But come, sit, I want to ask you a few things."
Without hesitation, he sat down, and waiting for you to begin.
You cleared your throat, and opened the book and gave him a little glance. His expression was completely normal, although he had a l
Belarusian Stereotypes..Belarusian Stereotypes..2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A light shiver made it's way down your spine, as you felt someone's cold eyes peircing through your skin straight into your heart. Of course, there was only one person who could do that to you, and that was Natalia. She was...quite..different..in a few ways. Like she was always begging and trying to force Ivan into marrying her. Apparently she liked knives aswell, but in all honesty you didn't seem to care. You were utterly attracted to her, but that didn't mean she still didn't scare you.
"H-hi Natalia." you whimpered slowly, seeing her glare at you, as if she were about to just pounce at any second.
"Hello." her accent made you swoon. "What are you doing?"
The thoughts of her beautiful accent disappeared when she came closer, as your breath began to quicken. As she looked over your shoulder you gulped.
"Can I ask you some questions?" you ask quietly, hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way. Heck, you just hoped she wouldn't kill you.
"Hmm, sure I guess." she sounded a little calmer
Hetalia ScotlandxReader - Stuck In a BoxHetalia ScotlandxReader - Stuck In a Box3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oy, _____!" called a familiar voice.
_____ turned around to see her friend and long-time crush, Allistor Kirkland, standing with his hands in his pockets. "Oh, hi, Allistor. What's up?"
"The ceilin'," he replied curtly, his shoulders rising slightly as he spoke, then relaxing back to their original position. "Gilbert's havin' a party tonight. You comin'?"
"A party? Sure! I'd love to!" said _____ with a wide smile. She knew that Gilbert's parties were the best around, despite how crazy and out of control they became.
Allistor nodded, making a half-smile. "Great. You want me to pick you up?"
A light shade of pink dusted _____'s cheeks. "Uh. . . sure. Okay. . ."
That night, _____ sat in her living room. She had on black Converse shoes, a plain white shirt, a black leather jacket, and a pair of skinny jeans with the Union Jack painted across the right thigh. With every minute that passed, she became more and more anxious. She wondered if she would finally gain enough courage to tell A
Taming the Beast Scotland X ReaderTaming the Beast Scotland X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I hope you're ready for this, she can be pretty intimidating you know. But don't get your hopes too awful high either, like I said before, she's a really shy one that girl. So we'll just have to wait and see. I did bring her favorite food though, so hopefully she'll come out today." Scotland had you out in the middle of the Loch Ness, in a very small boat. It looked like it may start pouring down rain at any minute. "She does love this kind of weather you know, makes it harder for people to spot her." He pulled some rather stinky cheese from a barrel he'd brought aboard the boat. "It's Vieux Boulogne, one of the stinkiest cheeses in the world. But it's Nessie's favorite. She should be able to smell it no matter where she is."
"I don't doubt it, that stuff smells awful." You covered your nose with your hand and scrunched up your face in disgust.
"I know it. I don't know what would make a lovely sea serpent like her like such a pungent cheese. Oh that m
Seven minutes in heaven-Scotland"_______ got...Scotland?" Alfred asked himself. You looked at the packet of ciggarettes(?) and looked over at the red haired Kirkland brother. He was leaning against the nearest wall, ciggarette in his mouth and looking at you. He was wearing torn up jeans, a t-shirt with his flag on it and a thick leather jacket. You stood up and he smiled.Seven minutes in heaven-Scotland3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Come on then lass." (Is that welsh?!) He said, opening the door for you. You smiled. He was as much of a gentleman as his brother. You walked in and he closed the door behind you both. You could smell the smoke and wrinkled your nose.
"You do know they are bad for you." You said, taking the ciggarette out of his mouth and stubbing it out on one of the walls. You saw him frown and reach for the packet you had in your hands. You held it behind you.
"You're not smoking in here. I don't like the smell." You said. You saw him raise an eyebrow then smile.
"Oh really? We'll see about that." He said, before pulling you into a kiss. That surprised you grea
ScotlandxReader Pocket WatchScotlandxReader Pocket Watch3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
These are the human names I'm using for the Kirkland Brothers :3
North Ireland- Sean
"Can I get this mummy?!" Your six year old son held up the package of sweets excitedly.
You held back a tired sigh. "Of course honey."
Colin squealed with delight, tossing the package into your shopping cart. You allowed your self a small smile.
He alternating between sitting in the cart and walking next to you during the shopping trip. After wards, you walked home. One hand holding a grocery bag, the other clasped around your son's small hand.
"Hmm?" You glanced down at him. Colin's bright red hair shone in the afternoon light.
"Why do you look sad?"
You blinked, unconsciously reaching up with a hand and touched your cheek.
"I'm not sad....Just tired."
It was a half truth
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven ScotlandHetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Scotland3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You walk up to America's hat and start feeling around for your item. Something small and smooth gets your attention. You pull it out, even in the light you aren't sure what it is. It was small, and deep green. It kind of looked somewhat like a fish scale, but it was much larger. "Well this is the weirdest thing I've ever found in a hat before, I don't even know what "it" is."
Scotland walked up and snatched the item from your hand. "That, is a scale, a genuine scale from the Loch Ness Monster, or Nessy as I like to call her."
Britain chimed in. "Oh lord, here he goes again, "The Loch Ness Monster's real." You can call her what ever you like, she isn't real. He's crazy I swear he is."
"Shut your yap, I don't really care if you believe me or not, I've got all the proof I need right here!" He held up the monster scale in Britain's face. "I'll prove it to the world one day, you just wait and see, I can't help it if the girl's shy."
"Dudes, not that all this breaking news about Ness