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 The 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. '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. Who else? 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 w

Scotland x Reader You're too beautiful for this  Allistor put down that cigar! Allistor stop smoking! Allistor quit it with the fags already! I've heard it all before. Everything anyone could shout at me about it actually. And I was sick of it. But I couldn't quit. Never. I was up to my neck in this addiction and it seemed too late to turn around. But I realised one day my addiction was nothing compared to that of a young lass I knew.  She was a friend of Arthur's, always happy and smiling. She loved to sing at the top of her lungs and enjoyed small things. She was full of energy for days, Arthur even joked she could power a small city sh

  “Allistor!” Was heard throughout the Kirkland home that could only be one person to make that shrill call. (F/n) (L/n). They all knew her pretty well but not as well as Allistor. Most don’t know how the two had even met, Arthur had done everything he could to keep (f/n) form meeting his siblings but to no avail. But one thing was for sure, when April and October rolled around, those two went all out with the pranks. Form the bucket of ice water on top of the door to hair dye in shampoo to just even worse. It was extremely annoying at first for everyone that knew those two but after the first year, they got used to it

You sighed and looked at the clock. Still twenty more minutes. You were worried about your boyfriend. He had gone off to war with America. It worried you that he did that, all by himself too. You heard the phone ring and hurried to pick it up. "Hello?" It was your good friend Lithuania. "Hello, (Name). Scotland just landed in the airport. You may go over to there to pick him up now." You nodded. "Okay, thanks Liet. Bye." You hung up and ran outside to your car. Soon you were all but speeding to the airport. As soon as you got there you went inside and looked for your red-headed man. There he is! You exclaimed in your head as you saw the top

(( ---- is the divider between story and reality))   You'd lost count after ten. Ten what exactly? The number of drinks your friend Allistor Kirkland has had. He and his brother, Arthur, were having some kind of competition, you however, were underaged. You were just there for moral support.   Arthur puked a few drinks ago and Allistor claimed his victory. Both men were hopelessly confused, and you sighed. At least they weren't those kind of people who got extremely angry when drunk, like your spanish friend, Antonio. Whenever he goes drinking he is a train wreck.   After a while t,he bartender refused to serve your two friends because

"For once in my life..." he mumbled to himself as he slumped in the shadows of the cold alleyway, scraping his fingers along the beer bottles next to him, "Give...me...someone...who could be my family...please..." And with that the red-haired man passed out on the snow-covered asphalt; the fiery glow from his eyes disappearing. ~~To the morning~~ "God dammit, it's freezing!" You say to yourself, clutching at your warm winter coat, "Even in this coat..." You breathe out, fog coming out of your mouth, "I hate winter..." As you continue to walk through the silent street, you hear a sudden growl from the alleyway. You stop walking to peek at th

 “Hey, everybody! Let’s play Hide-and-Seek!” I smiled up at my Prussian friend standing on a nearby tabletop. The crazy albino had just recommended that we all play Hide-and-Seek at one of his famous parties (or, rather, infamous parties). He and his two best friends, Antonio and Francis, claimed to be “it”, and they turned around and began to count. “C’mon, _____,” said my best friend Alfred. He took my hand and led me upstairs and down a hallway, stopping when we came to an almost empty room. We went inside the room, closing the door behind us, and spotted a large footlocker that was big e

 “Gil! What the hell are you doing?!” “You’ll thank me later, Frau!” he said, the smirk on his face evident in his voice, as he carried me over his shoulder up the stairs in his house. He reached the top and went into a room where Antonio and Francis were waiting. The two were sitting on a footlocker, and I could have sworn I heard muffled obscenities come from it. “Ready?” the albino asked. The other two nodded, and positioned themselves to get off and open the footlocker. Gilbert took me closer to it and threw me inside the split second they opened the lid. When I was fully inside, they immedi