Where I want to be.
Scotland had stomped into the bathroom. He kicked at the wall angrily before his vision blurred. He felt the world shift beneath his feet as he became woozy from his lack of blood. He fell against the sink dizzily.
"Cack…."
He had lost a lot of blood from his burst lip, bleeding nose and a cut on his shoulder from a broken glass he had rolled onto during the fight. He stared at his reflection. He was going to be black and blue for few days, maybe a week or more. He sighed and leaned his face on the cool glass. He felt himself burning up. A fever.
"Cack…"
He was exhausted but he didn't want to stay in this tiny bathroom in some English pub.
He knew where he wanted to be.
He glanced at his reflection again. He was covered in a lot of blood and was still bleeding from his lip and nose. His shoulder was the worse though, the blood was spreading through his clothes and he knew he would need stitches.
He turned on the tap, wincing when he saw how bruised and swollen his knuckle was. It seemed to be broken but he couldn't feel anything from the adrenaline pulsing through his body.
He felt his torso gingerly and guessed at least 5 of his ribs were broken or fractured.
He pulled off his black gloves and began splashing the freezing water on his face, snapping him from his dizzy state. He could hear France and America arguing next door. He couldn't leave through the front door without being stopped by them.
He turned to a small, high window. It had a lock on it to stop people from escaping without paying. He smirked as he revelled in the challenge of breaking the lock. He reached up and pulled on the lock. He knew how to pull on a lock so it would break under pressure. He strained as he tugged on the locker harder and harder. He felt it buckled under his strength, finally snapping in half.
He grinned as he tossed the worthless hunk of metal to the side. He forced the rusted window open. He pulled himself up onto the window sill and shimmied through the tight space.
He grumbled some angry swears as he forced himself through the small hole. He felt another rib break from the pressure of the bottom edge of the window. It was probably weakened during the fight. He swore more.
It may not hurt now but tomorrow was going to be hell.
Finally through the small crack of a window, he staggered in the direction of the road. The window had lead out into a close by alley way.
It was still light out and he guessed that it was about 6 o'clock.
He stumbled in front of a taxi which skidded to a stop. He slammed his hands down on the hood to regain his balance again. The driver peeked his head out of the window.
"Hey! Are you okay?" Scotland grinned slightly.
"Aye but I wannae a lift home." The taxi driver looked startled at the request and the sight of the man covered in blood.
"Okay sir. Where are you heading?" He mumbled the name of his home as he slid into the back seat.
"But that's all the way north in Scotland!" The red head just nodded. The driver sighed.
"Okay but this will be an expensive drive. I hope you have enough." Scotland just grunted in reply and the driver took it as a yes. He started the car and began the long drive to Scotland's house.
Scotland sat silently in the back seat the entire journey with his head dipped. The driver assumed that he had passed out or had fallen asleep. He was tempted to take the man to hospital. He was obviously seriously injured and need medical treatment. But the blood scared the driver, he knew this man could be dangerous and didn't want to provoke the man needlessly.
The sun set about two hours through the journey and it was after midnight when they arrived at their destination.
The red head raised his head without any prompting much to the driver's surprise. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He reached into it and pulled out a fistful of £100 notes. He leaned forward and dropped them onto the driver's lap. The driver picked up a note suspiciously and stared at it.
"Is this real money? It looks different from regular money. This better not be fake!" Scotland sighed gruffly.
"Nae. Tiz Scottish monae…" (Read A/N for mini rant about this!) He exited the car, slamming it a little harder than necessary. The driver leaned out of the door.
"Hey! Don't you want your change?"
"Nar. Keep it." He waved over his back, not bothering to turn around. The driver grinned as he counted just how much money Scotland had given him.
Scotland's home was actually closer to a castle than a house. Actually it was a castle. (A/N – I'll explain why it's a castle. I promise!) He hobbled up to the front door and tried the handle. It was locked.
"Damnú air!…." Scotland had left his keys somewhere. He rounded the edge of the huge building to a modern looking garage he had built a couple of years ago. He pushed the door up and smiled weakly to his self when it opened stiffly. Minutes later, he had hot-wired his own car and was on the road, heading East to the place where he wanted to be.
(A/N - Oooo Scotland has ran away and is in trouble! He can barely walk straight and yet he is driving. Please kids do not copy him! You don't know what happens after he begins driving. He had blood lost and can't see straight. So don't copy him! For all you know, he is gonna crash or something! He could be okay but he could not be. He could die! You will have to continue reading to find out...
Scottish Gaelic translations
Cack – shit
Damnú air! – Damn it!
Still feeling paranoid about my gaelic. Can someone check this out for me please? Google translate doesn't have it so I spent half an hour flicking through my dictionary.
MINI RANT TIME! -Grrrrr! English people are so damn paranoid about scottish money! Trying to buy something in England with Scottish money is like trying to trade lumps of mud for gold. Every time I hand them a Scottish note, they stare at it as if I just handed them a damn puppy! SCOTTISH MONEY IS REAL MONEY! It's legal tender! The only reason I can even use Scottish money in England is cause I look all sweet and innocent. I only give English money to the homeless people in England cause I am always worried that the Scottish money wouldn't be accepted! Giving them Scottish money would be like giving them a small pile of blank paper! ARGH! GET OVER IT ENGLAND! WE HAVE OUR OWN MONEY! I mean we don't doubt English notes. We accept the rare and occasional note without a second glance. Because we know what both Scottish and English notes look like and we aren't fussy about which one we get. Some english cashiers will actually hold the money up to the light to check it? GET A GRIP!
That felt good... I could go on for longer but to be honest I think that would bore some people...
Why Scotland's house is a castle (there is a logical reason) -
Scotland is actually famous for its castles. Our number of castles rival the number of pubs nearly. Nearly! We have lots of castles, some the size of a bungalow, some the size of a village. Scotland's castle is the size of a very big house, a masion in other words. It's not as big as Buckingham Palace but it had 3 floors plus a basement and a small attic that acts as a storage room. The outside looks really old. Some of the insides are original and look very old but some of the rooms have been renovated and are surprising very modern. He says his house is also haunted. Scotland is famous for it's ghosts and spirits too and nearly every city has it's own 'ghost tour'. Castle stuwart is the most haunted place in Britain and guess where it is! That's right Scotland! I've been on some, they are really fun actually. He likes to point this put to America everytime he visits him. It's a bit sadistic how he tells America all the gory ghost stories. And a little funny... His house is also on the edge of Loch Ness, biggest body of water in Britain! He likes being close to the water because that's where his favourite pet lives. (Nessie the Loch Ness Monster - it's a girl btw) If you visit Scotland, you must go to the castles! You will easily see why Scotland's home is a castle. They are beautiful.)