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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..
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
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
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 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 Austria
You pull a piece of ivory from the hat. "What's this? A piece of an elephant tusk…" You stare in wonder at the item before you.
"That is my item, and it is a piano key before it is refined." Austria stood before you with an indifferent look on his face. "I suppose we should go to the closet…" Austria seemed a bit reluctant, as he wasn't moving at all.
"Ok guys, really! Are you just gonna stand there or what?" America roughly shoved you both into the closet. "Do something besides stare at each other while you're in there, geez!" with that he slammed the door and locked it behind him, leaving you with Austria in the dark cramped closet.
"Well this is just delightful is it not? I am once again caught playing one of America's silly games, and he's drawn you in as well." You could be wrong, but Austria seemed more embarrassed than angry at this fact. "I do apologize; this won't be enjoyable for you at all."
"Why's that? You don't really intend to just sit h
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Estonia
You walk up to the hat place your hand inside and immediately feel something squishy. You pull it out to see a mochi that resembles America. "I'm pretty sure I know who this belongs to." You walk over to Estonia, who's busy trying to keep Latvia out of trouble. "This wouldn't happen to be yours would it?" You held up the mochi for him to see.
Estonia took it back into his hands with a smile. "Yes, it is. It's actually one of my favorites. It's a rare shape shifting America-" He was cut off by America hitting you both on the back.
"That's really great dudes, it's super cool you guys have dolls of me, but you really gotta get in the closet now." He pushed you both to the closet, shoved you in and shut the door behind you, locking it with a loud click. "Seven minutes dudes, don't waste it on lame stuff either"
Estonia helped you clean a spot in the closet and sat down across from you. "So, what would you like to talk about? Since we're not supposed to be talkin
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Korea
You step up to the hat and begin shuffling around the items. Something slimy and quite stinky covers your fingers. "What the?" You lift your hand up to see a mass of green and white goo wrapped around you. "This is sick, what is it?" You wrinkled up your nose in disgust.
"It's kimchi, and it's delicious, or it was, before I dumped it in a hat." Korea handed you a wipe to clean your hand with. "Sorry, I guess I didn't really think that through.
"Well, I'll never be able to wear this hat again." America sighed and began leading you both to the closer. "Later bros." Your seven minutes began.
You both sat down with out saying a word. When your eyes adjusted to the light a moment later, you noticed Korea was staring right at you. "Is there kimchi on my face of something?" You rubbed your hands over your face, just in case.
He laughed and shook his head. "No, no. I was just thinking, you're really beautiful. I'd like to draw you sometime if you don't mind. I'm stud
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Spain
You step up to the hat and pull out a churro. "I'd eat this... but who knows how long it's been stuffed in that hat. And who knows where that has has been."
"It's been in there a while now, I wouldn't eat it. I'll buy you a fresh one later if you want." Spain gives you a warm smile and grabs your hand to lead you into the closet, America locked the door behind you. "So, what do we do in here hmm, tell ghost stories or something? I know this one that used to scare Romano pretty good." He chuckled at the thought.
"I guess we could do that." You let your voice trail off, you didn't want to tell him what you were really supposed to be doing in there, it would just make things awkward.
America began yelling from outside the door. "Dudes, I hear no wild making out coming from that closet! Get it together in there." He pounded at the door from the outside. "I'm serious you know!"
A deep blush covered Spain's face "We're supposed to be making out? I guess I was a little off with the gho
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
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
Gloves: Scotland and Reader:Gloves: Scotland and Reader:
The moment the accursed gloves went on, the lid on his anger blew off. They would punch through walls, knock out teeth, rattle brains, and grab bottle after bottle of scotch until he was completely spent and sprawled on the living room floor, groaning with a headache and a black eye or cuts all along his face or arms.
When he put the gloves on he was a different person, matching his dark auburn hair in fiery personality and a thick accent that spat out insults as the gloves mercilessly pounded into someone who had slipped a petty insult to the tipsy man with a fuse as short as a grace note. The only person he cared about was himself during those times, shutting off the rest of the world to instead spend time with a nice bottle of scotch and not-so innocent arm wrestling.
Then there were those rare times when the gloves were off, revealing tough and calloused hands with long fingers ready to wrap around someone’s neck, but they wouldn’t dare. He&
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.
BritainXreader 7 minutes
It was that time again. The 7 minutes in heaven party. America loved the chance to stick people with others they didn't even know. Surprisingly, you were very excited and ready for anything, or so you thought. When you walked into the crowded room, your confidence went down the drain. All the faces and conversation floating about deflated and belief in yourself you had initially.
"Hey! If it isn't "___"! It's great to see you again!" America stepped up and hugged you.
"Ready to get this party started?" America saluted you and walked away. "Okay guys! It's party time! You ready mother f-"
"That's quite enough, you wanker. Let us begin." Britain placed his hand over america's mouth. "Shall we?" He smiled and placed the names in the hat on the table. All the people gathered around. "You go first, "___"" Britain smiled at you.
You reached in the hat. you pulled out Britain's name and immediately your eyes widened. Britain was your one and only crush. You loved everything about him. F
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
ScotlandxReader - Bed SheetIn the midst of a bright winter's morning a young woman stood by her bedroom window, looking at the snowy landscape as if the sight was foreign to her. The wind had a particular bite to it that morning. So chilly was the air that it seeped through her nightdress and diffused into her skin, causing her breathing to deepen from the sudden shock to her body. She shivered a little and ran her hands along her arms in an attempt to warm herself up, but alas it was to no avail. Still though, the morning was particularly spectacular to behold, and she did not wish to go back to bed just yet. The highlands were beautiful this time of year. The sky was so blue and the land was awash in beautiful whites, even a painter would have been hard pressed to improve upon the view.
"Yoo're wakin' lassie?" Came a voice from behind her, slightly heavy with sleep.
"Hmm..." She breathed in acknowledgement, flashing her warm smile towards the man lying in the bed behind her. "It's rather cold..."
A deep, hea
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
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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