Thank you very much for the lovely reviews~!
So last chapter we met the lovable Wales. Credit goes to my friend who played Wales, his characterisation and personality is all down to her.
This is the chapter where I up the rating...because of a certain character's language. ENJOY
See how many referances you can get in this chapter~
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Kilts, Lambs and Drunken Brothers
Chapter 3 - The Haggis Is Burning
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The scene that lay before America in that kitchen was a mixture of feelings - fear, confusion, a little bit of hunger and of course, HEROIC INSTINCT!
Well, first of all, the kitchen was an absolute mess! At first the American thought that there was blood on the walls, but his nose safely told him it was some kind of sauce (that just looked like blood). He was pretty sure that something was burning in the oven and ingredients were lying all over the work benches. It was even messier than his own room!
But what freaked him out the most was England, who had some of the blood (sorry, sauce) over some of his face and shirt. He was holding a spatula like some kind of sword (worst weapon ever) at some guy who looked pretty pissed off.
The thing that worried America about this other guy though was...HE LOOK WEIRD!
First of all, he must have been like some dragon cause there was smoke coming out of his mouth! ...Ok, he was actually smoking a cigarette but it made him look like some angry dragon! An angry dragon with bright orange hair, deep blue eyes and...a skirt.
A fucking skirt wearing guy was threatening his Arthur!
"Hey, what the heck did you do to England you crossdresser jerk!" said America, striking his best hero pose of all, known to make his opponents shake with fear!
The skirt guy and England didn't seem very impressed by his heroic gesture though. "America..." groaned England, shaking his head in embaressment.
"So...this is fucking Captain Harkness you always babble on about~? Looks like a complete wanker!" teased the smoky guy with a grin.
"I dunno who Harkness is, but I'm America the hero!" America proclaimed with his best smile, wrapping an arm around England despite the gorish looking sauce. "Me and England have a special relationship!"
"Your grammer is simply terrible..." England sighed, looking off to the side and wishing the ground could just swallow him whole. The American's outburst only served the amuse the ember haired man who flicked some of the ash from his cigarette with a smirk.
"Hehe...you are as big as an idiot as everyone said...and by the way, it's not a skirt. It's a fucking kilt!" growled the kilted man, obviously displeased by the numerous insults her received.
America puffed his cheeks up in a huff, preparing to unleash some glorious heroic moves when England grabbed America's hand and held it firmly. America blinked his baby blue eyes at England who gave him a soft smile in return. America loved that smile so much, it wasn't a smug smile but a warm and loving one. One of the little things he loved about England now. Even behind that tsundere attitude, was his sweet little Englishman.
"America, this is my oldest brother Scotland" said England, gesturing towards the apparant older brother of the Englishman.
"I'd say the pleasure is mine...but then I would be lying" hissed Scotland, folding his arms with a well aimed glare at the American.
'Something tells me he doesn't like me very much...' thought America, pouting slightly. So far, not so good...England's brothers had been a mix of good and bad. Though this was the worst so far...he had an angry crossdresser and what he remembered Japan calling a 'lolita' for brothers!
"Hey...I get the feeling you don't like me very much...why is that?" America asked, making his confusion known to the Scot.
Scotland narrowed his eyes at the American and made a noise that America swore was some sort of feral growl. How this man could be related to his beloved Arthur he had no idea! He could see some likeness of England in Wales, but this Scotland was so different, well appearance wise anyway!
"Cause whenever that fucker next to ye is over here, its 'America this' and 'America that' or when he's really fucking drunk... 'I miss the feel of America's cock inside my aching hole'!" Scotland laughed, out of the corner of his eye America swore he saw England turn three shades redder. "Have you been drinking again Scotland...?" muttered England, trying to calm the situation or save himself from the embaressment.
America assumed the answer was yes by the many whisky bottles he could see cluttered on the kitchen table. Ah, so the red tint to the Scot's face wasn't just from anger but from alcohol as well. He just hoped that the Scot wasn't as bad as a certain communist he knew...
The American was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the angry beeping of a smoke alarm above their heads. Scotland's eyes widened as he turned to the oven, where thick black smoke was steaming out and the foul smell of something burning hit the air. "My haggis is burning!" cried Scotland, desperate to try and save the thing in the oven.
"Come on...before he takes his anger out on us" England whispered to America, wiping some of the sauce from his face and tugging the American's hand to follow him out of the kitchen. America took one last glance at the Scot who was now ranting a string of curses at the thing which he guessed was once edible food. America turned to stare at England who was pulling him up the stairs, mumbling something under his breath. He noticed that some of the sauce was on him now, but still all over England.
"England...where is the bathroom...?" he asked sweetly, giving a childish smile for good measure as a plan formed in his mind.
England stopped walking to look back at America, one bushy eyebrow raised in confusion. "It's that door to the left...why?"
"Oh...no reason" The America smirked, with his great strength pulling the stuttering Englishman into the bathroom and locking the door behind him...after all, he'd waited far too long to spend some pleasurable time with his England...and God knows they both deserved it now!
End of Chapter
Some people may question my version of Scotland, mostly that...he speaks perfect English.
As a Scottish person, I do get fed up of people portraying Scotland constantly using Scottish slang to the point anyone outside of the UK would have a hard time understanding him. I rarely use Scottish slang in everyday life, I guess you could say its because of the area I grew up in. Some areas of Scotland are a lot nicer than others (just search for Scottish accents on Yotube...you can see how diverse our language is~!)
So yea...my Scotland swears a lot and like to go into the gruesome details...but he is kind hearted~! Just...not to England...or apparantly America.
A funny thing also, according to my friend who tried to calculate Scotland's Hetalia age, she said he was roughly 38? Something like that...yet when she did the same calculation for Wales and Northern Ireland, it only turned out they were 4 and 8 (if my memory serves me correctly). So...Scotland is a pedophile if you think that way XD HE ISN'T REALLY THOUGH! Well...does Australia count~? *yaoi senses tingling*
A warning now though...things are gonna get steamy in the next chapter~!
Northern Ireland: Hey, what about me then?
The fan people want yaoi! They shall get yaoi!
Scotland: I could provide some...
Wales: Can I help Scotty?
ENOUGH!
Atleast three more reviews before I continue this~
Read and review~!
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