Hetalia Reader x Country One shots

Scotland!!!

The lass was growing quite tired of the fighting going on. Sure, she was pretty, but they didn't understand what they were getting into. She had quite the temper, about to speak her very pissed off mind, when another mouth started to go off at the countries.

"Shut yer mouths! Yer all dumb arses!" The Scot cursed, kicking his brother who jabbed him back in the stomach. His brown hazel eyes glared at the English blond who stuck his tongue out childishly. "Idiot... Leave the lass alone." He breathed out, rolling his eyes.

"... Thank you." (Y/N) smiled, giving him an apologetic look. Allistor Kirkland had been a close friend of hers, and the two of them made a pact to never fall for each other.

Both failed

The Scottish man looked over at (C/N), a smile tugging the corners of his soft lips up. WAIT HOW DID (Y/N) KNOW ABOUT HIS SOFT LIPS?!

Nope, she just guessed.

Maybe she was accurate, maybe she wasn't, since she imagined how both situations would have gone, really. Scotland was right there with her, imagining every second and how he would confess to her.

Oh how so bad he wanted to, but he felt he would only push you away further.

Both were so deeply in love, they never wanted to let go, yet if they said anything, they'd lose each other. Allistor wanted to settle down with someone, somebody who he could get drunk with and have fun with, start a family with.

For this purpose, she seemed to be the perfect canidate.

"Come on, (Y/N), lets leave this place." He opened the door, letting her walk out before he followed. Scottie and (C/N) climbed into his car, pulling out of the driveway. He knew exactly where to go. Stepping on the gas, he drove through his country, (Y/N) turning on the radio. The two sang like they were drunk.

Making an illegal turn, he drove into a field, disregarding the hidden red sign that read two words that would get them in trouble. He parked, climbing out and onto the roof of the truck, hand holding a beer. She soon followed, doing the same.

The night came on, and they blocked out the sounds of old cars rattling by, and ponies' hoof clops against the ground.

"So." Allistor took a swig of the scotch.

"We're not getting drunk." She laughed, taking a drink of hers.

"I know I know."  He remarked, staring up at the stars that were now revealing themselves.

"This should be our spot." She said after a while, admiring everything, including the Scot next to her.

"Alright. Our spot, every..." He checked the day on his phone. "Wednesday."

"Wednesday it is, I pick you up at eight."

"Would that make it a date?" 

Oops. That didn't mean to come out of his mouth.

"I was um... just kidding." He cracked a smile, trying to brush it off. Her expression was a bit disappointed.

"O-oh... um... okay..." 

The awkward silence grew.

"Listen... I wasn't- I wasn't kidding..." He admitted. "I'm-" 

He was cut off by the sound and lights of a police car. He groaned. "Sh*t."

"Move away from the car, hands above your head." An officer spoke. The two did so, and they seemed irritated. Three of the police members appeared, smackinghandcuffs on them.

"If I might ask, sir... what did we do wrong?" She asked sweetly, trying to flirt a little bit.

"Save it, trespassers." An old man spoke, and I mean old. He's got a wheelchair, grey and bald, spit flying because his dentures were loose. Ew.

Scotland rolled his eyes as they shoved the pair in the back, doors locked.

"I need a smoke, you have a lighter?" She asked as they were ready to close the door. Allistor laughed, the door being slammed shut. "So, you were saying?"

"Oh my god! We're in the back of a cop car and yer wanting to continue a conversation!"

"Yeah, problem?" She smirked a bit. "I broke rules too Scottie."

Oh that nickname gave him shivers.

"I love you." She yanked him into a kiss, scooting closer to him. Face deep red, he kissed back.

"YOU DO HAVE ROUGH LIPS!" She laughed when they pulled away, the police glaring at the two in the back seat.

"What did ye expect!? Baby lips!?"

"No! I was just trying to figure it out! Tis been bugging me for years." 

"Same here, I've always wanted to kiss my own lips," Scotland sarcastically remarked. "I've loved you for years."

"OMG A PROPER YOU!! I'm excited," She giggled.

"Shut up! YE YE YE YE YE!" Suddenly, the door was opened by an old lady, not as old as the old man, but you could tell she was aging. "Um..."

"I'm sorry, we won't charge you. My husband forgot to take his medication..." The scottish lady told them, the officers coming forward and unhooking the cuffs which had dug into their wrists.

"Thank ye m'am." Scotland got out, offering a hand to (Y/N) so she could exit easily.

"Now, I suggest you leave before they try to search your car." She stated, leaving the pair.

"Well... was that eventful enough for you?" (C/N) kaughed.

"Yes, because I got to kiss ye." He swooped her up bridal style, taking her to the car, tossing the empty beer bottles in after her, not hard enough to break it though.

She giggled, pulling out her phone. It had a picture of Scotland, perfectly showing in the back of the police car, lights shimmering around him. He had no idea she had it.

Oh secret pictures. 

Scotland smiled as she yanked his neck in, taking a selfie and posting it.

"Got to spend a crazy night with my Scottie. Love you~" She typed, posting it.

That was it.

They were outlaws who fell in love in the back of a cop car.