(I'm in a dark mood because it's All-Hallows-Eve and I'm watching horror films…. So expected slight M for dark!Scotland, mild violence and threatened rape/murder…. I did this for you X so shut it and quit telling me to add sex! It's meant to be a T dammit!)
Belarus had watched her brother grab that disgusting, slutty red haired freak.
How could he like him more than her! She was his beloved! They were going to get married and maybe have a child which would exactly like him.
They would live together forever and ever and ever and ever and ever!
But now that filthy man was in her way.
It was simple though; once he was gone, she and her big brother could unite and become one.
When her brother turned to run, she prepared to sprint after him, only to stop in surprise. The red head pulled the idiotic French blondie over and replaced his hand in Russia's grip with the blonde's. France's face showed shock as he was dragged away by Russia instead of Scotland.
The two were gone in a flash though before he could protest.
The red suddenly turned to her and she flinched internally at his gaze. Despite the fiery, bright green, the glare was ice cold.
She gritted her teeth and glared back at him coldly. She was infamous for having a cold, emotionless exterior (unless Russia was involved).
The two stared at each other for a while.
She noticed that no humans had appeared. They were in one of the winding alley that was rarely used except by locals for short cuts. She considered it lucky that no one would see her murder this ho so no one would arrest her.
Belarus felt herself grow impatient, as she thought about chasing her brother.
Suddenly Scotland turned his back and faced the wall where the throwing knifes had lodged themselves. He grabbed one but the handle, wiggling it a little while pulling until it came out.
The beige head girl felt herself tense until he tossed it to the side lazily.
She didn't watch where it landed but she heard the clank.
He repeated this with two or three more knifes, just pulling them out of the wall before throwing them away.
Finally Belarus snapped and threw another knife at the back of his head.
He side-stepped the knife before removing it from the wall as well. Instead of just dropping it though, he turned back around. He held the knife loosely, in a non-threatening way, but she still didn't relax.
Instead she pulled out another knife.
He began walking towards her, swinging the knife lazily in a natural motion for walking. He stopped once he was in about 10 feet of her and tossed the thing at Belarus's feet gently.
It bounced to a stop by her feet and she stared at it, slightly puzzled but mainly pissed off. He was underestimating her.
"Gah away." He said simply in a slightly commanding voice.
She glared at him, tightening her grip on the knife.
This man was distracting brother….
He was keeping brother away from her!...
It was all his fault!...
And now he was ordering her around!
She screamed suddenly. "No! Give me back big brother!"
She raised her knife and lunged at him, swinging it down.
"I'm not leaving until you are dead and big brother is mine!"
He pushed her body to the side and using her momentum, spun her around until her back was against the wall of the ally way. He grabbed the knife in her hand by the blade.
His palm and fingers was cut opened and blood gushed out, running down his arm, but he ignored it.
He held it at the same height as her head. His other hand rested on the other side of her head, leaning against the wall.
Belarus suddenly realised how close Scotland was. She was trapped against the wall by his body. Though he wasn't touching her at all, she felt pinned to the spot.
She looked up and her eyes widened.
He was grinning.
Not in the same cute and childish way that Russia innocently smiled when he was inflicting pain on those pitiful fools. (Belarus's view of Russia….)
This red head on the other hand was smiling so happily and madly that he looked manic.
Insane.
Crazy.
Her first instinct is to struggle and escape.
It would be easy.
He was not holding her or even touching her. If she let go of the knife and ducked under his arm, she would be gone before he could react.
She froze though when his hand suddenly moved from the wall. It travelled through the air and hovered over her face.
She glared with wide scared eyes, past his open hand to his eyes. They looked excited as they glowed brightly in the dimmed ally. He was happy!
"If I closed me hand on yer mouth, I could stop yer scream…"
His hand moved closer, barely a millimetre from her pale skin.
"If I closed meh hand over yer entire face, I could suffocate ye…"
She blinked in surprise. She was confused, trying to understand exactly what this red head was saying. Was he going to kill her?
"I could beat ye until ye were haff deed…"
She gulped discreetly. He was threatening her! How dare he! She continued glaring refusing to show any fear to him. She wouldn't let him win.
"I could take yer knife and slit yer throat easily…"
She continued glaring with cold eyes and a blank face.
Scotland felt impressed. He was simply trying to terrify her into leaving him alone, using fear and threats to manipulate her. He wasn't planning on touching her.
Though deep down, he knew he was enjoying it a little….
"I could rape ye here and no one would ken…"
She felt a bead of swat form on her brow. Surely he was kidding. Right? He didn't appear to be lying.
The red head's sadistic grin widened when he saw the brief twinge of fear. He continued in a low, threatening voice.
"I could dee whit ever I want… And ye couldnae dee anything aboot it…"
Belarus pressed body back into the wall. Her grip on the knife tightened.
This sadistic man was insane and cruel!
"I wonder what your big brother would think? Knowing that you are already taken…"
The mention of Russia broke her from his trance. She snarled angrily and slashed her knife forward.
Scotland leaned back in surprised. The knife became imbedded in his hand.
He growled and ripped it out of his palm.
He slammed it into the wall by Belarus's head.
He gripped his bloodied hand into a fist and threw it at her face.
She closed her eyes in shock. After a minute, she opened her eyes to see the fist clenched, centimetres from her nose. The Scotsman voice sounded strained like he was trying to control himself.
"Murder, sexual assault, violence, stealing… It's so simple…"
Suddenly the hand disappeared and the heat from his nearby body was gone.
He was half way down the alley way by the time she realised that he wasn't going to punch her or hurt her in anyway.
"Gah away. Yer tae easy."
She was tempted to chase after him for revenge purposes.
He had humiliated her!
Threatened her!
Tried to use her brother against her!
"Yer brother will be returned tae ye later." was the last thing he called back to her as he disappeared around the corner.
(A/N – Yeah… I know… Intense and really dark for Scotland. X and I love dark!hetalia so I did this with him in mind.
Just in case you are confused – Scotland wasn't actually going to touch Belarus. In fact – there is no skin to skin contact between them at all in the chapter. He strongly disagrees with rape and prostitution and would never actually rape someone…
However, he is not above threatening it….
This is the photo which I based Belarus's and Scotland's fight on. I don't know how I feel about this pairing… I guess I don't mind it but I don't love it either. It's a crack pairing but crack has never put me off.
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Also since I am curious to whom they pair Scotland in their own head, I'm setting up another poll once the current poll is closed. Remember the current poll will be closed when story 8 and 15 are finished.
I also want to know your favourite crack pairing. TELL ME YOUR FAVOURITE CRACK PAIRING IN A REVIEW OR PM! Mine is PrussiaXEngland!)
