Papa!Scotland x Child!Reader - Scottish LullabiesThey're fighting again, you thought watching your Papa, Scotland, and your Uncle Arthur argue at the kitchen table again. This was not new to you; in fact, it happened often. Your Uncle Arthur would visit, and every time, they would get into another stupid fight about the smallest thing.
Noticing you at the doorway, your Papa said a final "F' you, Arthur" before walking over to you and crouching down to your level.
"I thought ye would be asleep by now," he said, frowning.
"I was asleep. You two woke me up."
Scotland and England both looked embarrassed. Arthur muttered a quick apology while Scotland looked at you sadly.
"I'm sorry. But ye know how your Uncle and I can get."
You nodded silently. Scotland sighed. "Come on, (f/n), let's get ye back to sleep." He paused and turned to his younger brother. "And Arthur, I want you out of my fuc-"
"There's a child present, you asshat!" Arthur screeched.
Your papa looked at you, blushing. "Sorry, (f/n). But seriously, Arthur
7 Minutes [Scotland x Reader]
“Seven minutes where?”
Alfred simply smiled expectantly, holding out a hand. The music was loud, but you had actually heard him correctly, and he knew this.
“Alfred, you must be drunk if you think I’m going into any sketchy closet with some stranger chosen by pure chance.”
“It’s not chance, it’s fate!” Alfred encouraged, ever the optimist. “You could meet the love of your life in that closet.”
You rolled your eyes, following him to the semi-circle of sofa strewn with empty cans and bottles and buzzed partygoers, and sat next to Antonio. “I’ll watch but I’m not participating.”
This remark was immediately met with groans and appeals of “Come on, it’ll be fun!”
“Try it once,” Alfred proposed, straddling a plastic chair in the center of attention, “and if you don’t like it, I’ll take ya home.”
“To my place,” you specified.
Scotland x Child Reader
England opened the letter a snail’s pace. His emerald eyes darted across the paper reading it. The Brits massive eyebrows knitted together, clearly confused. “Come on already,” France snapped and plucked the letter from his hands. He read it and frowned. He mouthed an ‘O’. The other countries looked at them in anticipation.
“Are you gunna tell us?” America asked. England stayed silent and tense. “It’s Scotland,” France said quietly. A few others in the crowd made quiet noises, but most of them were unphased. “I bet he’s not even here,” England crossed his arms over his chest.
Then a group of men walked up to the front. There was only one girl in the group. (Name) looked up at China, “Who are they?” she asked. “That is the United Kingdom,” China said quietly. The country was holding her a little tighter. He then quietly point
A Cigar - ScotlandIt was a long, round thing that caught your attention. You grasped it, and pulled it out, before examining what appeared to a brown stick in your hand, with a golden ring round the middle.
‘What is this?’ you asked curiously.
‘That’s a cigar lass!’ You looked to see a flame haired male walking over, a grin scrawled over his face.
‘I thought you said you didn’t come to these things!’ England exclaimed, as Scotland scooped you from his arms, holding you to him.
‘Aye, I don’t usually. But I thought I might just turn up today, seeing as you were holding it in Edinburgh. Good thing too, or I’d never had got to meet the lil’ lassie here.’ Scotland grinned, tickling your tummy. You gave giggles, trying to push away his hand.
‘Aww, does my little lass not like that? Maybe this!’ With that he flung you into the air before catching you and repeating. You squealed each time, loving the action.
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Scotland
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