One-shots! Hetalia x Reader!

Nostalgia (Scotland x Reader)

Be warned for a lot of flashbacks.

-Pumpkin

The red-headed man walked along the pavement smoking a cigarette with a bottle of scotch and two glasses in his hands, and a bouquet of flowers in his arms. Today was the anniversary of his confession. The day he told his beloved that he loves her and the day that he ran away with her.

The evergreen scenery of the hill where he met her, right beneath the great old oak. He remembered it as if he just met her yesterday.

~Flashback~

He was smoking a cigarette on top of the oak with a scowl on his face. The presence of his anger was still visible. His boss was able to piss him off trying to convince many suggestions for the country. One was him marrying another country and he didn't like the sound of that.

As crazy as it sounds, but he actually wants to pick his own love, his own bride. Sometimes he wished that he wasn't a personification of his country. Sometimes he wished that he could be normal.

"Um, excuse me sir."

The angry man heard a small voice below the tree. He saw a girl. She had her (h/c) in a single braid, she wore a white dress with an apron stained with flour, and a basket in her hand while the other had an apple with a bite.

"What do you want?" He asked her.

She pointed at the grass below the tree that was burning from the previous cigarettes he smoked before she came.

"Oh shit." He jumped down from the tree and tried to put out the fire with his jacket.

The girl gave a slight giggle as she helped the man put out the fire.

~Flashback End~

It was awkward, but a very sweet meeting to him. Little did he know back then that he would be marrying the same girl he used to be so annoyed with the sweetness down to the sarcastic remarks she made and the looks she gave him with her (e/c) eyes.

"Alistair!" He smiled once he saw his beloved on top of the hill.

The only air you can sense around them was pure warmth of happiness. The gentleness of the mood gave made him soft and caring towards her.

"Good afternoon lass." He greeted his lover with a kiss.

"Good afternoon Mr. Scotland." She giggled lightly.

She sat down on the grass beneath the tree where they first met. Alistair gave the flowers to her as he poured them both some scotch.

The two relaxed against the sturdy trunk of the tree and looked at the leaves above them.

"Remember-"

"September?"

The both of them laughed.

~Flashback~

It was rainy and windy. It was somewhere late in September. The days when he still courted her.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" Alistair yelled in the pouring rain. "(Y/n)!"