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Intoxicated - Scotland X Reader

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~Intoxicated~

*Scotland X Reader*

'Valentine's Day Special'   <3

The red haired bartender cleaned one of the many glasses that day,peeking at the atmosphere the pub downtown held.

Placing the glass with the others,he tightened the silly carbon black apron at his waist,watching with bored jade green eyes the sight.

It seemed that the place was full now,with Valetine's nearing. Of course,there were unlucky people too.

"And then I told her - Vodka is cheaper than dinner for two!" the Finnish boy bragged,his chocolate orbs clouded from so many shots of Vodka he required - but damn,was he good at holding his liquor.

"Apparently,telling her that she was the meat to my burger wasn't good enough dude!" the American complained,his Captain America t-shirt soaked with a mixture of alcoholic beverages.

"Why doesen't she notice me? She is my senpai!" the Japanese boy complained,head resting against the table,causing the red head to chuckle.

There were peaceful drinkers such as the Dane,Matthias and the Prussian,Gilbert. They were the well known customers,always being present to the pub,especially when big football games were on the tv. They mostly drank beer and sometimes even Ludwig,the Prussian's younger brother,joined in.

And then there were those people who couldn't hold their liquor even if their own life depended on it - or how (Name) put it,there are two kind of people in the world.

From the last mentioned category,the most infamous representant was none other than his own brother,Arthur Kirkland - or the black sheep of the family,according to Dylan and Seamus.

And there he was,at a table,golden blonde locks messy,emerald green eyes matte and injected with red,a glass of scotch on his left.

Was the little Brit trying to hit onto his girlfriend? Well,that was quite amusing.

"Am I catholic? Or am I protestant...?" Arthur asked himself,a look of concern crossing his features.

"Oh God,I don't know...!" he came to a conclusion,spilling a little bit of alcohool onto the floor as he placed the glass onto the wooden table.

The red headed girl next to him laughed quietly,dismissing the (h/c) with her hand,patting the former punker's back in comfort.

Gathering the empty bottles around the room,the female sighed,placing them onto the counter,from where the Scott took them.

"Is it really necessary for them to get drunk just because they don't have a Valentine?" (Name) asked more herself than her boyfriend,who only did to shrug his shoulders.

"Well,they are ungrateful bastards! At least they have a ma and a father,so I don't see what's wrong!" Allistor commented,gaining a short nod and an acknowledging 'hmm' in response.

"We do have eachother though and I feel bad for not understanding them!" the (h/c) spoke,placing a few fugitive strands back into her ponytail,her eyes now onto the seemingly upset Spaniard - but he just had his eyes crossed and onto the bottle,his mind too intoxicated to process what was happening.

"But it's not like we celebrate it or something,so we're cool!" (Name) acted cool,as if not to let someone see her real face.

"Aye everyone! It's time to close,so move yer drunk asses home!" the bass voice of the Scottish male came,startling even the sober female in front of him.

There were some grunts of protest,but finally chairs could be heard being dragged across the floor so that people could leave,as well as a 'how are you doing sugar tits' coming from a very drunk Swede - but then again,the female brushed it off,thinking it was only her imagination.

Unfastening the apron,she went in the back of the counter and onto a door which lead to a room where her clothes were. Slipping into a more casual and comfortable outfit,she waited for her Scottish boyfriend to change his clothes too and close the pub.

It wasn't long until the male came into sight,cancer stick already onto his lips. Bringing the lighter out of the pocket of his jacket,he lighted his cigarette,dragging the dreaded smoke out of it.

They used to walk like that in silence for some time now and for a reason or another,(Name) couldn't imagine her life being different than it was.

There weren't many words shared between them when they walked side by side at night,chilly wind nipping at their exposed skin.
Allistor was just going to let her at the front door,tenderly press his lips to hers and go to his own house.

She would have school tomorrow,while he had to go to his own job - being a bartender was as a second support,in case of emergency,though he didn't need it,as he was already employed full time as a Mathematics teacher.

As always,they've got in front of her porch,cigarette long consumed and he bent down to kiss her. Of course his lips tasted as nicotine mixed with scotch,but (Name) didn't mind that either. It was Allistor's taste and she loved every single bit of it.

And now he left,letting her completely intoxicated and so much more in love with him.

~14th February~

Patches of snow were still present here and there,the horizon's line painted with soft greys and blues in the early morning.

It was just another friday in which she would have to go to highschool and in which Allistor would have to teach. Nothing more.

But destiny said otherwise,so the female woke up with a horrible headache which she thought would pass with Tylenol. Her mother didn't agree upon it and called in sick for her,because apparently she developed a fever.

Just amazing,wasn't it? At least she didn't have to see those damn happy faces of the slutty cheerleaders or of the players who didn't deserve their nice girlfriends at all.

Now she'd have to tell Allistor that she wasn't able to go to work for the night. Call him? Slight chance ,he might as well be at school right now.

Taking her phone,(Name) typed a message in which she exaplined she couldn't go to work because of health issues.

'Are you sick or something?' the male's text came after an hour or so,but nonetheless it did.

Feeling her eyes burn from the lack of humidity and the screen's blueish light,she numbly pressed a reply:'I've got a fever. Nothing bad though.'.

And not a single text came after that. Maybe Allistor was indeed busy with his students today. But he could actually pay a little bit more of attention to her.

Waking to the sound of a familiar voice - when did she fall asleep in the first place - the door to her room opened only to reveal the well built body of the Scott. His face as pale as ever,jade eyes mischievously playing in the orbits,lips pressed one to another. Releasing the pressure upon them,he threw one hand in his fiery red hair,gently combing the locks,before to actually go by her side.

Placing the red roses onto the nightside alongside some fine chocolate,he rose an eyebrow at the questioning look upon his girlfriend's face.

"Just because you're sick,don't get me wrong! I still don't like Valentine's!" Allistor explained.

"I wasn't even assuming that! Thanks for coming by!" the (h/c) responded,a small smile forming onto her lips.

"I don't need a silly day to tell you that I love you or such. I can do that daily,ye hear me lass?" the Scott continued,gaining a chuckle from his lover.

"Very good,lad!" (Name) mimicked his accent,gaining a ruffle of her hair.

"Because I love you too daily. Not on a single day!" she smiled to him,as she felt her hand being captured into his.

"Good! Now move,cause I'm staying with ye for the day!" the red headed pushed the female further into the bed and into the covers,making room for himself.

"But where's the pizza?" (Name) whined,feeling her body pressed against his ferm,muscular one.

"On the way love!" Allistor answered,getting under the covers too.

That should be the best Valetine's ever. Roses,chocolate,Allistor.

But hey hey! PIZZA!!!

Allistor Kirkland - Scotland

Tino Väinämöinen - Finland

Alfred F. Jones - America

Arthur Kirkland - England

Dylan Kirkland - Wales 

Seamus Kirkland - Ireland

Kiku Honda - Japan

Matthias Køhler - Denmark

Gilbert Beilschmidt - Prussia

Ludwig Beilschmidt - Germany

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo - Spain © Hetalia,Hidekaz Himaruya

You - You

 

Story: ©VanillaSuu,2014

Warnings: A little bit of language and references

 

Just freakin image Tino tell someone that line. I dare you! xD

And yeah,the author is only getting pizza for Valentine's. ;u;

© 2014 - 2024 VanillaSuu
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Ge3kG1rl's avatar
I see a pewdiepie reference!!!