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Hetalia Seven Minutes in heaven Ireland
You reach into Americas hat and begin to feel around for something of interest. Eventually your hand comes across something smooth and rather cool to the touch. You lift out your selected item to reveal a small shamrock pendant. "Well I can probably guess who this belongs to, but just to be sure, whose is it?"
Just like you figured, Ireland put down his beer and strutted over to you. "Hey there, you're not a bad looking girl, this might actually be kind of fun." He wrapped an arm around you and began leading you to the closet. "Yo Wales, watch my beer, and don't you dare drink it!"
"Dude, you smell like a brewery, maybe you should skip this game, I don't want "_____" getting hurt, and you can get pretty weird when you're drunk." America was a little unsure about locking you two up in a closet togehter.
"Don't be stupid, I'm fine, now shut the door." Ireland already had you in the closet and was sitting in a corner with his arm tightly placed around your shoulder..
Taming the Beast Scotland X Reader
"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
Hetalia Seven Minutes in heaven Wales
You step up to the hat and somewhat reluctantly began your search for an item. You felt something round and hard against your palm. Bringing it out of the hat you could see it was a small gold coin with a dragon emblem on it. "I have no idea who this might belong to or even what it is, but if someone doesn't claim it, I'm going to keep it. It looks valuable." You continued looking down at the coin in your hand.
"That's mine, but I suppose you can keep it, I have more of them." Wales gave you a sweet smile. "So into the closet with us now hmm?" He extended a rather rough hand out to you and lead you in the direction of the closet.
America followed you both to his closet door. "Alright dude and dudette, have fun in there. I'll see you both in seven." He sent you both a quick smile and a wink, then shut the door behind him with a loud thud.
"So just you and me now then." Though you couldn't see his face you could tell he was smiling. "It's a little weird b
Where She Lives Scotland X Reader
You were out on the water, in the same boat, in the same weather conditions as you always were when you encountered the Loch Ness monster. Clouds loomed overhead threatening to soak you at any moment. It would be worth it though. No matter how many times you saw her, the excitement never went away. "Are you ready for this?" Scotland opened up the barrel letting the now familiar smell of the pungent cheese escape. It didn't make your eyes water like it used to, but it still burned your sinuses without fail. "She should be on her way now that the smell was out." He gave you a bright smile. "You getting excited?"
You nodded, how could you nod be? Today was the day you tried to ride on Nessie's back. "Very, I just hope I can do it." The water rippled next to the boat.
"Well, we're about to find out aren't we lass?" He waved the cheese over the side of the boat and called for her. Nessie quickly brought her beautiful dragon like body above the water's surface. It
Hetalia Seven Minutes in heaven Australia
You stepped up to the hat, reached inside and began feeling around for your item. Something made of cloth caught your attention. You pulled it out to reveal a very wrinkled, green necktie of sorts. "I'm not really sure what this is." You tied it around your head like a bandana. "Whose is it?"
Australia jumped up from his chair and took your hand. "That would be mine, but you're wearing it all wrong." He laughed and removed the tie from your head, placing it in the proper way around your neck. "There you go, all better. It's part of my uniform you know."
"That is fascinating dude." America placed a hand on both of your shoulders. "I'm sure the lady wants to hear all about your clothes. But you know what, you'll have time for that later. Right now you two need to be getting into my closet." America forcefully shoved you both inside. "Have fun dudes, see you in seven." He slammed the door shut leaving you with someone you'd never met before, in a dark, locked closet.
"Well this ju
Hetalia seven minutes in heaven Turkey
You pull a packet of sugar out of the hat. "Oh sugar, I like sugar!" You rip into the little white package and pour the contents into your mouth.
"I see you are a lover of sweet things, so am I." Turkey had somehow managed to get behind you, he smelled like uber sweet coffee. You took a deep breath in and seized the sweet smell you so adored.
"I love anything sweet: cake cookies, coffee, chocolate, fudge you get the point." Turkey began to speak again but America cut him off.
"Ok man we get it, who doesn't like sweets? Now please continue your boring conversation in my closet." America made a gesture for you two to get your butts in the closet. With that Turkey gently took hold of your elbow and led you to the closet. "Thank you, now have fun." America closed the door leaving you in the dark with someone you knew practically nothing about.
"So I don't really think we need to continue our previous conversation, you know what I'm saying? Sugar is good, pure and simple, ag
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Sweden
"Hey, you all know who's going to go next? No? Well, I'll tell you then." America pointed straight to you and nodded. "That's right dudes, she is. Now get up here and get your item already."
"I'm coming America, seriously, calm down." You walked up to the hat and pulled out a black tie from within. "Oh, this is fancy" You tie the tie around your neck. "Anyone want to claim it?"
"I think he already walked into the closet." America walked you over to the closet. "Yup, he's in here. See you in seven dudes! Don't do anything crazy in there." With that he locked the door.
"It looks good on you; you can keep it if you want." You immediately recognized the mellow voice to be Sweden's.
"Oh, the tie? Thanks, but how can you see in this darkness?" You sat on the floor next to Sweden.
"I don't think it's really all that dark. Perhaps my eyes are just better at adjusting to the dark than most people are." Sweden wrapped you up in a hug. Your eyes were beginning to focus; you c
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Norway
You step up to the hat and pull out a little white cross shaped barrette. "I know who this belongs to." You ran over to Norway and fixed the beret back into his hair. "There you go, that's better."
"Thank you." Norway blushed lightly and took your hand, leading you inside the closet.
"Try to have some fun in there, I doubt you'll be able to even get him to talk though." America left you two alone in the dark, dirty closet. Even though you had known Norway for a while it was still difficult at times to get him to talk, so you decided it best to start the conversation.
"Have you managed to get Iceland to call you big brother yet?" His face brightened immediately at the subject.
"He did call me that once you know, but I think he was just being sarcastic. It's really is hard to tell with that guy sometimes, he's a hard one to read. I'll get him to say it in for everyone to hear one day, just you wait and see." He placed his hand on his chin and chuckled as if picturing the whole ev
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Switzerland
You step up to the hat and pull out a small bar of premium chocolate. "Oh chocolate, I can eat this right?" subconsciously you licked lips.
"I suppose, it's not like it cost me that much." Switzerland stood up from where he was sitting and started for the closet.
"Be careful big brother, that closet's messy you could get hurt. I don't trust '____' either." Cautioned Liechtenstein. Switzerland just nodded in response and continued into the closet. You followed him in and America locked you both inside.
"So, I don't think a lot can be done in seven minutes. What do you suppose we do? I really couldn't care less." Switzerland leaned against a wall, arms crossed with a bored look on his face. His demeanor made it obvious that if anything was to take place in this short amount of time it was you that was going to make it happen. So, you decided to just blurt it out.
"Well, I'm pretty sure the point of being in here is to make out. So lets do that." It was apparen
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.
"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
Scotland x Reader: Crackers Scotland x Reader: Crackers
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 DarknessOnMyEyes
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
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.
'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
Scotland x Reader - Nothing*They say I'm better off now
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
~Merry Chrismas~ *Husband!Scotland X Wife!Reader*~Merry Chrismas~
*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 - The KirklandsSighing, you walked around the park looking for a certain Brit. He'd ran in this direction a few minutes ago. Luckily it was lunch and your school had an open campus, no one would notice as long as you made it back to class in time. You knew the Arthur was very studious and that he wouldn't wander too far from the school.
Punching a certain Scottish boyfriend of yours sounded like a really good idea right know. As much as you loved Allistor, he was way to harsh on his younger brother some times. Since you started dating the Scotsman, you tried to intervene on Arthur's behalf, but this time Allister was teasing his brother when you weren't there. Not even knowing what happened, you instantly followed Arthur, he was like a brother to you.
"(Name)?" a sniffing accent broke your angry mental rant. Turning, you spotted Arthur sitting on a bench wiping up his tears. Smiling softly, you sat next to him and pulled out the handkerchief he dropped earlier and handed it to him.
"Hey, buddy," You
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.
UN Meetings: ScotlandX(Country)Reader! Part 1
UN Meetings: ScotlandX(Country) Reader
((If reader talks about country you choose to be, switch it out for random country!))
You sat outside on the roof of the UN building, wishing you could be anywhere else in the world.
Scratch that . . . you wished you could be back home . . . in (country).
You hated that you represented (country). Not because you hated your home. On the contrary, you loved your home, and were glad to represent your country.
You just hated having to come to these useless meetings!
"Three whole days, and it's barely been the first." You sighed, annoyed, tired, and yearning for (favorite food).
You didn't like being away from home. You didn't like being away from your family. Mostly, you just hated being alone.
You thought, maybe, here, at the UN meetings, you could find someone you had a spark with, someone who you would like being around in this place.
Unfortunately, all you had met was empty profe
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
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