ScotlandxReader: Too Good For You

  Scotland rolled over in his sheets, the sunlight beginning to stream through the translucent navy curtains. Sure they kept the room darker than when they were open but the light of the coming day seemed to shine much brighter.

  Turning his head, red hairs falling over his face and covering his green eyes as he searched for the clock. The hair in his face was slicked back by his own hand, making the numbers. 'Tis ainlie seven,' he thought in frustration, rolling to his back and re-slicking his hair.

  His green eyes shut once more, an aggravated breath escaping his lips. Last night, his little brother was dragged home, drunk off his knocked as usual but forcing his girlfriend-another nation by the name of ___________-to go get him and drag him home.

  Now, Scotland knew that he could get just as polluted, if not more than England was last night. But he would never for the life of him drag his girlfriend out of bed to fetch him. That is if he had one.

  He got out of bed, walking through his empty home and trudging downstairs. His hands remained on the white railings, only to spy a young girl sleeping on the couch as he continued down. Her (h/l)(h/c) hair was spread on the grey, the colors clashing between the fabric and her hair. The beautiful pools of (e/c) she called eyes were closed and a light breath caused her breath to rise up and down.

  Stopping on the middle step, he looked at her sleeping form curled up on the couch. Rushing back up to his room, he grabbed a blanket that had fallen off his bed and went back to ___________. Throwing the blanket up, he let the blanket fall upon her body before leaving her on her own.

  'Th' brassic lassie doesn't deserve this...' Walking on, he went through the kitchen and out to the backyard. Before he walked out, he grabbed a cigarette and a lighter.

  Stepping outside, he flipped open the metal top of the lighter and sparked a fire while sticking the cigarette in his mouth. As he brought the flame up, the cigarette was pulled out by by none other than ___________.

  Scotland looked over towards you, a bit shocked that you were awake,"You know that smoking is bad for you mister." You let out a small giggle, a sound that Scotland always believed to be derived from heaven. "Iain, you need to quit."

  "Weel, guid mornin' ___________," He started, chuckling lightly,"Sorry Arthur wis sic a handful lest nicht."

  You waved him off a bit,"No, I don't mind. He's my boyfriend after all...I'm just trying to show I care."

  Judging by the glint in your (e/c) eyes, Scotland could easily tell that you weren't feeling too sure about something. Dropping the lighter, he took your face in his hands and forced you to look him in the eyes,"Howfur is Arthur treating ye?"

  Turning your eyes away, you didn't speak. You bit your lip as to keep yourself from speaking. "Whit did Arthur dae tae ye!?" He snapped suddenly, causing you to look him in the eyes.

  Tears formed in the corners of your (e/c) eyes and threatened to spill,"I-I don't know i-if I wanna be with him anymore Iain. He n-never talks to me o-or even s-shows that he cares a-about me in public...I don't know Iain...!"

  His eyes softened, seeing how torn up you were about this whole relationship with Arthur. Taking your head, he guided it to his shoulder where you broke out in sobs. Bringing your hands up, you clutched onto the fabrics of his teeshirt in an attempt to feel extra security.

  His hand grazed against your (h/l)(h/c) hair softly,"It'll be a'richt __________," He cooed,"Ah will hulp ye thro' this..." Nodding into his shirt, you let your body relax.

  Blindly being guided back into the house, you allowed Iain to speak in an attempt to make you feel better,"Yi'll waant tae kip fur awhile langer?" Nodding once more in response, he picked you up bridal style and carried you back to his room where he allowed you to lay down.

  Pulling the covers over yourself, you blanked out and barely noticed that Scotland left the room to grab the blanket you discarded downstairs. He came back in, resting the blanket over you before climbing in beside.

  You felt his arm inch around the back of your neck and pull you closer to him. At the moment, it didn't matter if anyone came in and saw you. Truthfully, you wanted England to step in that room and break it off at that point.

  Resting your head on Scotland's shoulder,"He doesn't deserve ye __________...ye'r tae guid fur him..."

  Smiling, you snuggled close to him, sleep taking proper hold on you once more,"Thank you..."

_____________________

  Scotland woke up with you missing and light voices downstairs. Getting out of bed quickly, he crept down the stairs to see a hungover England and you sitting on the couch.

  "Y-You're breaking up...w-with me...?" She said silently,"B-But..."

  "I-It's not working out ___________...b-besides...I-I've been curious about my sexuality and all..."

  "Ye'r kidding me." Scotland spoke in a harsh tone, loud enough to send pain into his brother's head. "Th' lassie brings yer blootert bahookie hame in th' middle o' the' nicht 'n' this is howfur ye repay her!?"

  "Iain...you wouldn't understand-" Scotland gripped onto the collar of England's shirt, anger flaring in his eyes,"Please brother..."

  Scotland gritted his teeth before spitting in the blond's face and shoving him back on the couch,"Ye'r mingin'." Looking towards your shocked form, he offered a warm hand which you shakily accepted. He brought you closer to his body, offering you some protection,"By th' wey Arthur, yer fairn tastes like' crap."

  Scotland led you out of the house, bringing you to a small rose garden in the backyard and sitting you in the grass. He calmed you down, your mind still in shock with what just happened.

  You leaned your head onto his shoulder, trying hard not to cry over what just happened. His hand caressed your back gently, whistling out a gentle tune in the meanwhile.

  "Thank you Iain...f-for everything..." You kissed his cheek and nuzzled into his neck gently. "I love you..."

  Scotland cracked a smile and kissed your lips softly,"A loue ye tae _________."