A loud voice was then heard. Soo loud that everyone in the room was startled into silence. Even Russia was taken back by the power of the voice.
"Quit yer blethering! Yer giving me ah headache! Sit yer bloody bahookies down and lets get this meeting over and done with!"
The angry red head was standing up, one hand planted firmly on the wooden table,
obviously he slammed his palm down before he spoke.
Looking over at him, Russia recognized the country that spoke out and a smile creeped up onto his lips once again, but this time a less creepy one. It was Scotland. The eldest brother of the UK. Not many people knew this, but they had met before on occasion in the past, and on good terms. Strangely enough, they also had many things in common and enjoyed some of the same things. It was safe to say that he saw a comrade in Scotland. He was feeling much better now.
After the meeting:
"Ach... I cannae believe this. If meetings are going to be like this, I'm going to them drunk. At least then I could enjoy myself."
"Oh, Ecosse. I don't think that would help mon ch ri. I know how you get when your drunk. You put Angleterre to shame."
Scotland just scoffed but added in a chuckle, shaking head slightly.
"Ye cannae be far from the truth, France. That crabbit can get himself wrecked on Adam's wine. I for one can actually drink. But, aye. I guess yer right."
Russia watched the two as they talked. It was funny how Scotland seemed to get along with almost everyone that England took a disliking to. France and Scotland probably shared the longest friendship among everyone. That fact stirred something in Russia, his gaze moving over to France.
Feeling a stare borrowing into him, he turned around and found Russia staring right into him. France swore he felt his heart leap into his throat as he visually flinched. Curious about France's reaction, Scotland turned around and saw Russia standing there. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips and turned to France.
"Sorry auld friend. It looks like someone is waiting to chat with me. Can ye give us a moment?"
"Ah... o-oui. au revoir, Ecosse."
With that, France quickly exited, leaving the two alone. Scotland didn't show any signs of being scared by the large figure looming beside him now.
"Hey, Russia. Its been awhile. How ye been faring?"
"Da, it has. Good, but still cold in Russia. I like how you make meeting quiet. Very good."
Scotland then laughed out, patting the other on the upper arm.
"Yeah, who would of guessed that I out of all the people would of done that?"
Russia then giggled childishly, finding the humour from what was said.
"It is good to see you... You were speaking of drinking. We should drink."
The way Russia voiced it, it was more of a statement than a request, but that didn't bother Scotland. Either way, his answer would be the same.
"Aye! God, its been a long time since I had a decent drinking pal! The Ireland brothers are fun enough but they always start fighting each other. Last time they broke a perfectly good bottle of whiskey!"
That memory made him shake his head. It was horrible. That poor Whiskey. He never had a chance to taste it.
"That is most unfortunate. We should go and drink now."
Russia spoke, more interested in the drinking that was going to happen. He placed his hands firmly on Scotland's shoulders and guided him to the door way.
"I wouldn't be soo eager. I'm gonnae out drink ya."
Scotland allowed Russia to push him through the door, giving a teasing challenge to Russia, knowing that it was going to be hard to out drink Russia. And Russia also knew that it was going to be hard to beat Scotland as well.
"I would like to see you try, da."
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I got this idea by doing some research of one of my favourite countries. As a few of you know, I love Scotland and drew up my version of him. And I also love Russia. So being curious, I looked up if there was anything between the two and I found this site.
http:/ eng. ?ID=200801606
I was actually really surprised when I read this, and my guess was right. Scotland and Russia would get along very well. Bromance for the win!
I added in France. And if you look up the Auld Alliance, you'll understand why Scotland and France are friends.
I even mentioned the Ireland Brothers. North and South. Those two have been fighting for a very long time. I can picture them being twins, simular in personality, but they always argue and fight over everything.
Reading this story, you most likely came across some terms and words you have no idea what they mean. Let me help you out.
Blethering: It means chatter/ talking ect. Someone constantly talking.
Bahookie: It means your butt
Ecosse: It means Scotland in French
Crabbit: A ill tempered/grumpy person
Wrecked on Adam's wine: To get drunk on drinking water
Auld friend: Old friend
I tried to put in the Scottish slang and Russia's slightly broken english. I hope it turned out right.
So what do you think? I would really like to hear your thoughts on what you think about Russia and Scotland. It might give me more ideas for the next story.