Hetalia Scotland x reader: Be somebody

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Alistair finds (Name) broken and battered. He helps her. Cue the crying in the shower scene and meltdown scenes. (Name) gets better. Alistair and her start dating. They have a fight and break up. (Name) doesn't get worse but better. Alistair turns into how (Name) was. He takes up drinking. Drives a motorcycle. He works at the bar, (Name) works at an office job. She takes some time off after the fight before going back to normal. (Name) likes to write songs and be creative. (Name) goes to the bar Alistar works at and he get on stage and sings the song. Story told through flashbacks.

I'm just the boy inside the man, not exactly who you think I am

Trying to trace my steps back here again so many times

I'm just a speck inside your hand, you came and made me who I am

I remember where it all began so clearly

(Name) sat on the curb in the pouring rain. Lightning cracked against the sky and thunder roared and she felt at peace. She didn't know why the running water made her feel better but it did. She let the tears flow. It was the one moment she would break. (Name) had been the club having a good time with her friends and then she saw her fiance with some slut. There was nothing left to be said. She threw the diamond ring at him and left. That's when she met him. He smelled of cigarettes, alcohol, and motor oil.

"So you're the poor lass who got screwed by the world?"

"He's not the first bastard who's done this to me. I've had worse."

"How about better?"

I feel a million miles away, still you connect me in your way

And you create in me something I would've never seen

(Name) looked up at the man before her. He had shaggy red hair wearing a leather jacket, a white t shirt and some jeans. He held out his hand to her and she took it. From the moment one the two were inseparable. Alistar brough the best out of (Name). She laughted, sang and for once smiled like she had never before. She was sitting at the bar with her note book scribbling down

When I could only see the floor, you made my window a door

So when they say they don't believe, I hope that they see you in me

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