Hetalia one-shots

Scotland x ???!Reader

It was around ten at night when they met.

Allistor came to the pub he'd usually go to most of the time, and always order the usual: a pint of beer, before settling on a metal stool against the bar top rail just wandering off into his daydreaming.

He was then stopped by the bartender in front of him.
"Excuse me, are you okay? You seem to be only looking in one direction."
He shook slightly, for all he knew she must be a new worker, maybe he could set a little game of fun with her.
"I'm just admirin' ye outstandin' curves, yer must be new aye?"
"Um...Well...Yes...-" She blushed a bit but the Scotsman decided to interrupt her.
"Would ye like to meet me here again, and maybe we get to talk more than just yer curves." His smirk matched his dashing red eye that could light up a thousand sparks, but before they both could do anything another strong voice interrupted them.

"I don't think she would like to date the likes of ya." A person with short light purple hair sat on a stool a few feet away so they didn't sit right next to Allistor.
The young bartender kindly made her way up before asking the person what they would like to drink.
"Just a small scotch, please."
"Coming right up, " She smiled that person's way and for them to give a small grin in return, that seems to fill up Allistor's jealousy a lot.

"What do ye think yer doin' flirtin' wit' me lass?" He glowered, as the purple-hair person received their scotch and gave a polite thank you to the lady bartender, and practically ignore the fiery Scotsman as by proceeding to finish the scotch they ordered.
"Oi, did yer listen-"
"Your lass, aye?" The voice interrupted.
"Huh?" The redhead's layered eyebrows creased in anger.
"I didn't hear that she was yours. She was never yours, to begin with from the start."
Then turned their head to face him.
Seems that the purple-haired guy had a masculine look and atmosphere in his eyes that seemed to represent the glares of the devil in many ways.
"Am I correct with that?" He asked with a wide, shadowed grin.
"Listen here yer bastard!" He stomped his fist against the bar top.
"Don't act too aggressive like that, you might break something then you'd be the one paying." He dumbly sipped his drink as to stare ahead of the alcohol bottles that were held upon the rack.

That seemed to piss Allistor off even more.
"Why ye wee, " He bounced off his stool and grabbed the collar of the male in front who seemed to not be so tall when up close. Allistor gave a sharp smirk, "I think I'll teach ye some manners."
"You'd be the one that needs the manners not me, dude." He didn't dare give a glance at him.
"What did ye say?" Allistor tried to be the intimidated one but it didn't seem to give an effect to the purple-haired male.
"You have ears don't you?" He then turned with the most vacant stare on his face, "You are the one that is rude and aggressive, not me."
"Ye better get the fuck out before I knock yer teeth out." His fist tightened against the male's coat collar.
"Well, yeah, I gotta go out, I need to get home. I've finished my drink anyway." He hopped off the stool and was about to walk off before he simply smacked the side of his head with a small smile before walked past Allistor and reach out to grab the lady bartender's hand to pull closer to him as he instantly got out a few coins from his pocket and placed it in her grip to close tightly by his palm.

"Here's ya tip miss." He smirked with a gentle wink at her, as to leave her in her blushing position.
"Thank you." She squeaked a bit as she placed her earnings in her pocket.

As the purple-haired guy strolled past what he didn't know that Allistor was taking in his details.

From a simple-eyed view, he admired the small tattoo upon the side of his neck, a pure black, elegant crown like the crown of Queen Elizabeth the second.

He only gave a slight nonchalant hum, though the other male didn't hear, and proceeded back to his stool to finish off his pint of beer before heading home.