Scotland

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Me: *walkin' down the street*

Me: *sees Scotland*

Scotland: Hello, lassie.

Me: Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Scotland: Are you high on grapefruit again?

Me: MY FINGERNAIL LOOKS SEXY TOUCHING YOUR EAR.

Scotland: I'll take that as a yes. I will drive you home.

*to the tune of Cash Money commercial*

*on way hime*

Me: Scotland's eyes,
Eat your Scottish eyes,
Yeah.

Scotland: This is not nearly as annoying as I expected.

Me: AND THEN THE SPANISH LADY, MARRIED, THE SHAMPOOOOOOOO!!!

Scotland: Yep, a nice relaxing-

Me: -least favorite drink is root beer-

Scotland: *throws me out the car eindow*

Me: SCOTLAND!!!! MY FINGER HASNT MARRIED YOUR EEEEEEAAAAARRRRR!!!!

Me: Yeah? Arthur? I need-

Scotland: *grabs me and drives away*

Me: AND SPANISH LADIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEES WILL MARRY THE SHAMPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Scotland: *slamming head against dashboard* Help demanded.

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