LXIII: Do Not Disturb
Characters/Pairings: England, OC Scotland, Scotland/?
Genre: Humour? General? I don't know...
Rating: K+ to T- (For Britswears and vague allusions to sex)
Warnings: Vague mentions of sexytiems, Arthur's mouth. OC Scotland.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia, though this particular incarnation of Scotland is mine. Please don't steal him.
"Nicolae? Nicolae, come on, we're going to be late if you keep this up! It can't possibly take you this bloody long to get ready!" England shouted at Scotland's door, pounding on it for what felt like the hundredth time. He jiggled the handle, noting that it was still locked.
"Dammit, Nicolae! Don't make me unlock this door!" He swore, tugging at the handle.
It was only after another few moments that England realised that there were giggles and moans, as well as frequent "shush" noises emitting from behind the door.
He decided it would be better just to leave Scotland at home than to have to suffer god only knows what kind of sickening view by forcing the door open.
A/N: Uh, yeah. That "other person" with Scotland is supposed to be France.
But, hey, what England doesn't know won't hurt him, right?
DON'T STEAL MY NICU. I mean it. (If you'd like to borrow him, or rent him out, that's okay. Just make sure to return him, along with some art, okay?)
Review, please!