This is actually my first fan fiction, but I hope you guys like it! Obviously I do not own Hetalia, (but I wish I did).
If you don't know what Scotland looks like (the pixiv one/the one that is almost cannon) just look up 'hetalia Scotland Images' in google. He is the one with the bright red hair, cigarette, and blue suit with the white crisscross sashes.
Icludes:
-crack pairing between Scotland and Belarus
-some mild suggestive themes, and mild language
-and very sucky accents (I'm sorry but sometimes I got lazy)
Characters:
Scotland- Allister
Belarus- Natalia
Ireland
I don't own Hetalia, or Scotland (Fan character made by Pixiv) by the way.
I love you guys, and please reveiw so that I know whether or not I nailed Belarus's character, or if I need any character editing to be done.
ThAnKs! :D
Okay, I'm gonna be wierd but I would actually recommend listening to music or somthing becuase sometimes it fits with the writing. I'm Sorry! Yes I'm this wierd but I listened to this song called, "Bruises and Bitemarks" when I wrote it and it kinda came alive! Please don't not read it just cuz I said that, I'm just suggesting it!
Haha anyway, I hope you like it! ENJOY!
-OurPeaceableKingdom
My Lovely White Rose
Belarus walked up to the large wooden doors. It had gotten chilly outside, and very dark. Mist still hung in the air as she took a deep breath. She could hear noise inside, a soft glow hung in the mist. She knocked hard on the oak doors. Slowly they swung open.
Ireland stood at the door, trying very hard to keep from falling over.
"What the 'ell do you want?" he sputtered, a nearly empty beer in his clamy hand.
"I need to speak with Scotland, right now," she said with a sharp glance at Ireland.
"Fine fine, come in, –hiccup-."
Now she could see the source of the ruckus. Some of Scotland and Ireland's friends were either drunk, dancing on tables, playing poker, or sprawled on the floor. There were two identical pool tables on either side of the room with a large dusty carpet splitting the sides in two. Chairs and tables lay idle on the floor. She began to walk down the middle of the room towards two more large wooden doors.
"Hey cutie, how bout ya cum on over 'ere?"
"Ya cum on babe, ave a drink."
The drunken men joked as they stumbled over each other.
"Such Jocks" she thought.
"Go through those doors n' then through the next set of doors to talk to Scottie" said Ireland as he walked away.
" But be warned, he aint in a good mood." He yelled over his shoulder.
Belarus took another deep breath of a cocktail of alcohol and smoke. She winced at the pain in her wrist from an incident that had happened earlier. She had kept it well hidden behind bandages and her sleeve but she could now feel the sharp pain as blood pulsed through her hand. She quickly slipped through the larger doors to escape the noisy group.
She shut the doors and leaned against them as her eyes scanned the room.
"I'm guessing this is his kitchen and dinning area," she siged.
There was a row of counters and cabinets at the top right-hand side of the room. They were small and looked pretty well kept, like no one really ever used it. Then at the bottom right-hand corner there was a square table with two chairs on either side. On the left there were two beautiful lounge chairs with wooden arms and legs sitting opposite each other, with a small lamp table in between. The house was fairly old, wooden, and simple to her which took her by surprise. She thought it would be more grand to fit Scotland's bad-ass attitude. Like the room before it also had another old but regal carpet stretching down the center. There it led to two more large doors. But these doors had very intricate wood designs on them, which made them seem very important.
"I guess I should go through those doors like Ireland said." She gave a sigh and wondered if she should go back. A jolt of pain ran through her wrist and up her arm.
"No no, no turning back now. Nobody messes with me like that, and gets away without some payback."
She strutted confidently up to the doors, determined to teach that fucking bastard a lesson.
"I'll make you think twice about what you did."
She pushed on the old wooden doors. They were very heavy and seemed as though they gave a long sigh. She stepped into a better lit room, though it smelled of smoke. There was no carpet in this room, unlike the others, and there were two identical book cases at the back corners. In between them was a smaller door, that probably led to his bedroom. There were two long windows on both the right and left walls, that were covered with dusty, dull curtains. Scotland sat back in his chair with his feet propped on his desk. When he saw who had come to pay him a visit, a polite smile formed on his lips, his bushy red eyebrows slightly raised.
"Well hullo there, what 'ave we here? Ms. Belarus, I wasn't expecting you."
"Shut it Scotland. Don't even try."
Scotland grinned as he exhaled some smoke from his cigar. He pushed the stub of the cigar into the ash tray, killing the red embers. Then he set his feet down and stood up. Scotland walked up to stand infront of Belarus. He was tall and towered over her.
"I hope I didn't upset ya, we wouldn't want that now would we?" He lifted her chin with his hand as if he were inspecting her for emotion.
Belarus pulled out a knife and swiftly jabbed at him. He grabbed her hurt wrist and twisted it. She dropped the knife and let out a yelp.
"Tsk tsk tsk, ya know me better than that. Drop all yer knives."
Belarus gave him a defiant glare. He gave her wrist a sharp twist. She cringed at the strength of his grip.
"Let go," she said through clenched teeth.
Scotland's grin became a frown. "I will when ya drop em."
She began to unsheathe the hidden knives and drop them onto the floor. She had dropped them and looked up at him with cold eyes.
"All of em, love. Or I'll ave to get 'em myself."
She sighed and reached under her dress, slowly unfastening the buckles on her knife garter. She winced at the pain in her wrist. The knives dropped to the floor and Scotland kicked them away. He pulled her into his arms, still tightley gripping her wrist.
"Let go of me you bastard." Spat Belarus.
"Don't struggle it won't do ya any good."
He tightened his grip on her wrist. Then he leaned his lips close to her neck. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin. He pulled her closer and began to tenderly kiss her neck.
"Stop it Allister. It won't work! Get off me."
"I just love the way you say my name" He said as he kissed her jaw.
"Say it again"
"say what?"
"Say my name"
His gloved hand began to twist her wrist. She bit her lip.
"Come on, say it," he said, his face was only inches from hers.
"Stop it, you can't do this to me."
"Say it or I'll twist harder"
His lips brushed her cheek. She let out a gasp as he pulled her wrist behind his back, forcing her to be pressed up against him. His other hand held her waist. His grin widened slightly when he heard her gasp.
"Get off of me!" Her foot hit his shin hard.
"Ouch that hurt! Now cum on, be nice. I'm just trying to seduce you." He said with a hint of imiturity in his voice.
"Get the hell off now!" she began to kick violently.
He swung her around, her back slammed against the wall. She let out a gasp as he gripped her wrist as hard as he could.
"Say it!"
Her whole arm stung with pain from his grip. She began breathing hard, trying to keep from yelping in pain. Trying to keep him from hearing her panicked voice. She could feel the tears begin to well up in her eyes. She exhaled and shut them tightly.
"Go fuck yourself Scottie." Scotland chuckled at her reply.
"Ya ave'nt changed a bit, love" He smiled, his peircing green eyes met hers.
"Same with you, you still have a temper as I can see." She said with a smirk.
Scotland flung her to the ground and grabbed her collar. She struggled for a breath as the air left her lungs. He held her up, her hands clawed at his arm. HIs eyes had taken on a fierce, crazed look.
"Ya got that right babe"
He leaned over her, his hands pressed on either side of her, eliminating a chance at escape.
"Wha- What do you think your doing?"
"Well what do ya think I'm doin. I thought ya would ave seen this comin."
He pinned her to the ground and began roughly kissing up her neck.
"Struggle all ya want, It'll just be more fun."
"Get off me! Get off now!"
"Say it. Say my name"
"Stop it! Get the hell off!" She bagan to twist violently. She felt the pain pulse through her wrist, but she didn't care anymore. She felt vulnerable without her weapons.
"Say my name!"
"No, I won't! So get off!"
"Then I'll make you scream it." His eyes were purely animalistic green spheres, and his sadistic smile widened at her reply.
"Your SICK, get the hell off, or I'll kill you!"
"And why should I? Its my house, love. What are ya scared? It'll hurt a bit at first but then it just gets better."
He began undoing the back of her dress. She used the last of her strength to kick him off. She painfully staggered up, and swiftly headed towards the two large doors. But he quickly intercepted her and grabbed her wrist, flinging her hard against the wood.
"Where ya goin little missy? We aren't done 'ere yet."
Her good hand hit his jaw, knocking him backwards. Franticly she fumbled at the heavy door handle. To her surprise Scotland quickly recovered. Before she could slip through the door he had grabbed her hips. Then he lifted her over his shoulder and walked to the small door at the back of the room. Her fists pounded his back, as she helplessly struggled against his hold.
"I'm done playin around with ya."
"Where are you taking me? I demand to know!" she tried desperately to wiggle free, but it was no use. Scotland was much stronger than her.
"Oh get down off your high horse Natalia"
"Don't call me that! How dare you use my real name!"
He set her down gently on a bed, which surprised her. It was dark and Scotland had locked the door.
"Now where am I? Where did you take me?"
He leaned over her. She could see his peircing green eyes, and his devilish smile.
"Get away from me you lunatic, I have to go meet brother Russia tomorrow morning!"
He slowly sat up. "Blah blah Russia, That's tomorrow. Right now its tonight," as he tok out a pack of cigarettes.
The light from Scotland's lighter was the only light in the room as he lit a cigarette.
"Turn a light on, I can't see a damn thing. What are you doing?"
"I didn't think such a pretty girl could have such a dirty mouth," he said sarcastically.
She began buttoning up the back of her dress. She was waiting until his back was turned to run for the door. She shivered as his gloved hand gently grabbed her wrists. A belt tied her hands together.
"Wha-What the hell? What are you doing? Stop it!" she said as she franticly tried to free her hands.
He began to unbutton the back of her dress again. His gloved hand moved her hair away from her face. She could again feel the Scott's hot breath on her skin. His lips traveled up towards hers.
"I love you Natalia"he wispered. She could smell the smoke from his lips, and goose bumps appeared on her skin, as he kissed her.
"Shut up... just shut up! You don't mean it!" she screamed at him. This was rediculous! If he really loved her she wouldn't be kept prisoner to his sick games.
"If you really loved me you wouldn't hurt me like this," she fumed.
"Love hurts, Natalia" he said inbetween kisses.
Belarus could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She never cried in front of others, but then again she had never been taken advantage of like this. Scotland was a sick man to play with her feelings like that. He told her he loved her! For that she was going to kill him. He took the cigarette between his fingers, and his lips touched hers.
"Natalia…"
She tensed up as his hand lifted up her chin. Scotland gently laid her flat onto the bed. She tried to hold her breath to keep the tears from falling in front of him. She had bruises all over her body from the fight. He had one hand on her waist and the other held her wrist.
"I love you. You're my white rose, love. Your skin is white and soft like the petals of a rose. You're as elegant as a rose, but you've got thorns. I can't get close to you. Every time I try one of us gets hurt. They keep you safe and protected from everyone else, Natalia."
He let a little laugh escape his mouth.
She laughed too.
"That was pretty cheesy, I didn't know you had a soft side" She scoffed.
"Ya but I've got ya now, and I'm going to keep ya."
He leaned in, his strong body gently held her close. He lessend his grip on her wrist. She could feel his heat, as he kissed her. He had one hand on her lower back and the other gripping her wrist, a cigarette between his fingers. She lay there like a doll unable to move away. He flipped her on her stomach, then took the cigarette and pressed it onto her lower back, where he had reopened her dress. She cringed at the pain. He began kissing up from her lower back to her neck.
"Don't do this Scotland. Get off me! I don't want you, Russia is the only one for me!" She squirmed trying to break free.
"That's ok, as long as I get you before him."
"No, stop it! Get off me you perv!"
He stroked her hair away from her face.
"Natalia you're a white rose. Russia doesn't want you, he wants a Sunflower."
"Just let me figure out my emotions on my own! I'm not your property! I don't love you!"
Scotland stopped and sat up. Belarus stayed perfectly still on the bed. Scotland's fist came down hard next to her face, into the bed. Belarus let a tear slide down her cheek. Now his breathing was hard, his temper began to flare up.
"Why can't you just love me? Why does no one feel the same way about me?" He said through clenched teeth.
Belarus did not move but held her breath, keeping the tears in. Scotland got up and swung his fist, knocking a vase off the bedside table. It smashed against the ground, sending glass shards across the floor. He stood next to the bed panting.
"Just leave…."
Belarus franticly wiggled her wrists out of the notted belt. She walked to the door. But then hesitated as if she wanted to say something, and then quickly left the room.
As she left she heard a smash, and loud thumps against the wall. She fixed her dress and hurridley walked out of his office. Now the other men had left, the room they were in was a mess. She stepped over beer bottles, and chairs as she made her exit. She didn't really know if the trains were still running for back home, she just wanted to get out of there. It was just about pitch black now as she began the treck to the train station, which was about a mile away. After walking for a bit, she quickly realized that the Scottish woods were extremely creepy, so she crossed her arms and held her shaking body. Mist now hung in the air as she walked along the narrow forest path. Soon she would be able to sort out her feelings about Scotland, and see her beloved bother.
YAYYY I'm really excited! This is my first fanfiction ever! Hope you like it!
PLeaSe ReVeIW!
-OurPeaceableKingdom