Vatican fidgeted in his seat as green eyes bore through him. This wasn't good. This was really not good. Never good, the eyes were like seeing straight to Vatican's soul, of course he'd be really worried!

Vatican gulped and held his hands together by his lap, still nervous. Curse Italy and Romano setting him up on a blind date. The charcoal gray headed micronation knew he was lonely but that doesn't mean he's ready to waltz to dating.

He sighed as he, looked over to the glass beside him, being careful to not meet the man's eyes. What was even the man's name? He didn't really listen to Italy saying all sorts of stuff about the man, which was a really bad idea come to think of it now.

"You gonna bloody fidget there the entire time?" The man said with a Scottish accent, sounding slightly amused by Vatican's actions the entire time, "We have about" The man paused probably to look at his watch or clock, Vatican did not know, "an hour left before we go on our merry way."

The micronation peeked at the man from his long bangs, seeing a redhead with bright green eyes and a mischievous smirk. Vatican concluded based on the man's appearance that he's a smug bastard.

"My names Vatican." The micronation mumbled, looking at the table instead of the man again. Jesus Christ, Vatican thought, I should really work on my social skills and also not to take the Lord's name in vain.

"Scotland, and what's up with the attitude, love?" Vatican could hear his smirk, Vatican looked up to him and he was right there was a big shit-eating smirk on his face "Can't handle my hotness?"

Vatican blushed at the statement, and finding himself staring at the table once again. Vatican cursed himself, now the Scottish man's gonna think that the micronation finds him hot (which is the truth but…)

"Now come on there, love. Don't be like that." Scotland said, "Hidin your pretty little eyes again, don't go bein selfish there Vatican."

Vatican blushed even harder, still not looking up to see the Scottish country.

"Come one now, let me see your pretty little face again Vatican." Scotland say, clearly sounding amused at the micronation's reaction.

Vatican looked up to see a smug looking Scotland, grinning at Vatican's face.

"Now here we go" The Scottish said, "Now, don't you have a cute face?"

"I'm not cute!" Vatican blushed even more if it were possible, pounding the table with little force to make a sound loud enough for Scotland to here but not loud enough to disturb others.

"Fiery one, ain't you?" Scotland winked, "That's how I like my partners."

Vatican groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Is this how you flirt when someone sets you up on a blind date?" Vatican asked, his voice muffled by his hands.

"No, not really." Scotland replied, "I was planning on ignoring you the whole date but after I've seen you cute face, I had to tease you. See how pretty you are blushing."

Vatican blushed even harder and really wants to punch Scotland.

"Now look at ya, been wonderin where you've been my entire life." Scotland said, "Want to go back at my place?"

"I do not understand, what would happen at your place? Why would we even be goin at your place?" Vatican tilted his head not understanding Scotland's question.

"This is precious," Scotland chuckled, " You don't even know what that means. Want to go bang at my place?"

Vatican turned red, and slapped Scotland.

"I-I, I must go now Scotland." Vatican said hurriedly, standing up, "I believe Italy is turning worried now."

Scotland chuckled as Vatican retreated. "There's like fifteen minutes left on our date. Better ask the bloody git about Vatican's number."

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I read Regal's story and holy shit I fell in love with Vatican/Scotland. Very sorry if I butchered your oc RegalMisfortune and if I did butcher Scotland.

Everyone readin this should hella read RegalMisfortune's story hellla

Ahhhhhh

Should I even continue this?

Sincerely,

Pond Ram