You almost didn't want to go to this little 'Fiasco' Prussia invited you and everyone too, yet you found yourself sitting uncomfortably between a stuffy Austrian and an over dramatic French men. The party had fizzled out bit but there was still more than a good handful of people left and upon suggestion of Prussia and encouraging others you all drew a picture that represented yourself on a card and hap hazardly placed it in the bowler hat Prussia picked for Playing 7mintuets in Heaven. Events like this made you nervous and your heart fluttered like a little bird as you felt your cheeks become warm, but being the person you were you tried to keep your calm "hey everybody" party composer but a couple saw through all this. France being one, whom beamed wildly at you.

"_-chan~!" Prussia called to you.

"Its your turn to draw someone's card and go into the closet~!" he grinned and then nodded his head towards the thin oak door across the room. You felt a little scared and a lot excited as you looked away and drew a card; you pulled out a card that had a rose on it. France was you're immediate first thought but there was something not completely francy about it, the rose was blue with a white "X' across it.

"France…?" You asked questionably and revealed the card to him.

"Why I wish it was, but that's L'Ecosse's card."

"Whit?" The red haired Scotsman snapped questioningly from the couch across from you.

"It is your card, no?" France asked. Scotland's green eyes narrowed a bit.

"I put nar card in."

"But L'Ecosse of course you did~!" France hinting if he wanted the Scotsman to play along.

"Nar, I did not." Scotland glared down the Frenchman.

"Okay, I may have put a card in for vou."

"France!"

"Well I thought about putting in yet anozer in for me but this seemed a bit more interesting~!"

"Well okay…BUT WHY did ye make it a fucking rose!"

"I truly don't know what else to draw, besides I made it your flag~!" Scotland was quite un-amused by this statement that France thought cleared up everything. You watched the two countries bicker a bit more and felt a sudden wave of heat go through you as Scotland's attention focused back to you.

"Okay Lass Ye know the rules, besides I think America over here is gonna blow a gasket if we donnae follow along." Which America just about was after several Interjections of 'Dude, you gotta play the game!' Scotland courtesly opened the door to the closet and let you in first. He drank the tad bit of ale that was left in his cup before handing his glass off to France whom stood by the door. He smiled then shut the door behind himself. It was just you and him in the small coat closet in living room of Britain's house. You pulled the switch cord of the dim light bulb over head. It wasn't nearly half a minute in as Scotland was about to make his move on you when France asked,

"Have you kissed her yet?" Scotland utterly annoyed spat back.

"Nae whut do ye think?"

"Well actu~" and with that Scotland punched the door very hard making it shake on its hinges. You jumped back a little shocked at the force. Scotland grinned again and said,

"Now where were we?"

"Well, um, uh.." you sputtered blushing wildly. Scotland grabbed you by the shoulders forcing you into a rough kiss. His hands moved down your back to your hips as your fingers found themselves entangling in his surprisingly soft red hair. Though he had the slight smell of cigarettes and whiskey you did not mind. France is the one who opened the door a couple minutes later just to see Scotland a top of you on the floor of the small space. Both of you had paused the moment of passion momentarily to catch some breath. You looked up into his bright green emerald eyes that flashed with some hidden wildness as he looked into yours.

"Oh L'Ecosse when will you ever kiss me like that?"

"Nar in a million years." The Scotsman basically panted not taking his eyes off you. You and him secretly wanted more then what the small 7mintuet time frame allowed. That's when he scooped you up carrying you bridal style out into the living room.

"L'Ecosse, really? Please~!" France said in a pleading manner. Scotland punched France straight in the face.

"Better that than a Glasgow Kiss~!" he smirked and proceeded up the stairs to England's room.

"Won' t England not be happy with us yah knowing in his bed?" You asked as Scotland pretty much ran up the hardwood steps.

"Aye probably, but nar now. He's too drunk to care. How'd ye think Prussia got 'im to have his party here?" You contemplated this for a moment as Scotland carried you into England's Bed room where you could go as far as yah want as long as yah want, or well until morning~! ;)

(A/N: And that was fer all the Scotland fans out there and all whom like readn' fanfics like this~! Last week I got hooked on a series of UK brother fanfics, and I absolutely love, love, love Scotland~! So expressing it out on to the writtn' page (I think its mainly his accent and that he speaks Gaelic~! I'm a sucker for songs written in Scottish or Irish Gaelic, truly~!) So on this one it looks like you got under the kilt~! (and im sorry if that seemed a tad offensive I'm Scottish and when I first thought about that half way through the story I had to mentally slap myself U.U ))

So may this just go as I go, I write what I feel like writtn'~!