A Warning to the Fae

Halfway through the fist vodka bottle and Russia was marvelling at how well Scotland held his liqueur. He said he had three bottle of whiskey before coming out as well.

He had hoped that he would get drunk easily but that was clearly not the case. He really was the opposite of England.

"Whit does 'da' mean anaeway?"

"Hmmm… It means 'yes' in your language."

"Aye is tha' so?"

"Da." They both drank another shot. "What does 'aye' mean?"

"Same as 'da'."

After the first two shots, they had begun talking animatedly with each other. Russia had told him a little about his sisters and Scotland had talked a bit about his brothers. Mostly they changed through subjects randomly, enjoying each other's company rather than the contents of the conversation.

Russia laughed at Scotland's stories. He had an interesting voice and could spin a tale in an interesting way that entranced the listener. He noticed others listen whenever the redhead started a story. The accent and some of the words were hard to understand but he got the gist of most of the stories.

Scotland left for a moment to go to the bathroom and Russia watched him leave. He beamed happily. He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around surprised.

"Hello. My name is Sorcha."

It was one of the humans who didn't look quite human. She was short and skinny with very pale skin and dark hair. She had an unusual air around her that set her apart from others. It was of an unshakable confidence and feeling of age beyond normal human years which followed her. Behind her was another man who was like her.

She smiled brightly, scanning him with her piercing blue eyes.

"How are you? You are not Scottish, right?"

"Da. Russian." He smiled slightly but only as a habit.

She glanced nervously at the bathroom before picking up the vodka bottle. She poured him a full shot glass. She lifted it and placed it in his hand. She took Scotland's glass, filled it and held it up like Scotland.

"A toast, Mr Russian?" Russia glanced at the bathroom before nodding with a smile. "Da."

The glasses clinked. "Cheers."

Russia lifted it to his lips but it was stopped by a hand. Scotland yanked the small glass out of the gloved hand and tipped it upside down, emptying it of its liquid. The vodka slashed onto the floor messily.

Russia scowled and the purple aura appeared but Scotland ignored it. Sorcha looked guilty and scared as Scotland glared angrily at her.

"Ahh… Mr Scotland…." Her confidence had faded.

"Sorcha." He sounded furious.

"I can explain!"

"Ye betta!" He snapped. The girl flinched and seemed to shrink and she leaned in on herself.

"I just wanted your attention… so I thought maybe if I took the tall man…. you might follow…" She finished the sentence feebly. Scotland took her glass and emptied it as well and slammed the two shot glasses on the bar.

He turned to the rest of bar as called out suddenly. Russia could not understand what he was saying at all.

"Oi. All ye Fae! This man is a country like meh and under me protection. Ye lay a hand oor a finger or tempt him in anaeway and ye ken whit will happen. I will nae accept anae 'mistakes'. Tell tha other creatures as weel. This man is oof limits to all fae of all sorts and anae other magical creature." He looked over the whole room, his gaze falling on the couple of strange people mixed in with the crowd, who were actually magical creatures. "Donnae tempt me wrath!"

He threatened the disguised fairies who had hidden themselves amongst the humans and they all nodded.

He turned back to Sorcha and the man behind her. "Scram!" He snapped. They hurried away like terrified mice to another table.

Scotland sat down with a sigh. He muttered under his breath annoyed.

"Gawd damn fae! Always tryin' ta take someone ta attract meh." He moved his crimson hair away from his face. "Flora. We'll need two new glasses."

Flora obliged, taking the first two glasses away. She filled up the new ones and Scotland gulped it down instantly. Russia looked confused at Scotland and he was still a little angry about the waste of two vodka shots. Scotland glanced at Russia. He sounded serious.

"Rule #1 – Dinnae accept a drink from anae one apar' from meh and Flora. Dinnae let anae one poor ye a drink or drink from their glass if they offer it. Rule #2 – If someone offers food, deny it. Nae matter how tempting it'll look. Rule #3 – Do not make anae deals. Dinnae accept anae bets or gamble without meh givin' tha okay. Rule #4 – Dinnae walk away with anae one apar' from meh. Dinnae trust anae one or anae thing that they may say. Git it?"

Russia nodded. "Why?"

"'Cause not all these people are as 'friendly' as they seem." Russia thought for a moment while Scotland drank another shot.

"So they are dangerous, da."

"Aye but only if ye let them." The red head paused in though before pulling out the steel chain from around his neck. He unclasped it and handed it to Russia. "Keep this and it'll help keep them away. Ye dinnae need ta wear it, just keep it on yer person."

Russia pocketed the small trinket. He felt touched and very happy. A special present from his special red head. "Thank you, da." He decided not to pursue the subject anymore as Scotland obviously didn't like it much.

"What did you say earlier? What language was it?"

"Och. Tha' was just a tad of Gaelic and a warning ta tha fae. Gaelic is me native language but it was replaced by English…." Scotland looked a little depressed and Russia suddenly regretted the question.

He didn't want his special blood-coloured haired man to be upset. He felt angry at England suddenly. What little he had heard of the language was beautiful, rough and passionate. Gaelic sounded so unique.

He needed to change the subject again. Anything to keep his red head happy.

"What are 'fae'?"

"Hmmm?..." Scotland paused and thought before giving a small smile. "Fae is a word for fairies."

"Fairies? Like the little winged people, da?"

"Aye they canne take tha' form but not always. They canne be tricky creatures with their own laws and rules." Russia nodded. He didn't believe in fairies or the 'fae'. It seems like his Scotland did though…

Russia held up his glass and Scotland grinned seeing it. They bumped glasses.

"Cheers!" They grinned and continued conversation.

(A/N - Russia was almost fairy-napped. (Sorcha was a fairy) Eating or drinking any food or drink prepared, made, poured, grown or from fairies, entraps you to their will. Hence the caution. Since Russia can't tell who is and isn't a fairy, Scotland told him to avoid drinking everyone's drink.

Making a promise or a deal or a bet with a fairy is like taking an unbreakable vow. If you break it you die. It's their law.

Scotland warned him about leaving with people as they might try to take him to the fairy world or to a revel to dance every night, causing him to waste away from lack of rest.

Scotland is a very superstitious man.

Fairy trees, such as thorn trees, are considered dangerous to chop down; one such tree was left alone in Scotland, though it prevented a road being widened for seventy years. Scottish people were terrified to step into mills and kilns at night because fairies were meant to grind their grain there. Home-owners have knocked corners from houses because the corner blocked a fairy path.

Lots of other storys and incidents have happened because of a fear of a fairy's wrath. Fairys could cause horrible deaths and illnesses so it was only natural.

Plus the actual man, Scotland, has had many fairies try to kidnap him... Usually only Unseelie court fairies kidnap but both do take humans. Only Unseelie fairies kill humans or keep them while Seelie fairies return their kidnapped vitims unless there is a promise, deal or agreement between them or there was a very important reason.

If there is no contract (like if the human hasn't eaten fairy food), then a human can leave at will. Most find that they can't though as they are too heavily intoxicated by the fairies. Sorcha is a Seelie Fairy.

I have decided to do a story with heavy fairy involvement later.

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