The Beautiful World (Hetalia Oneshots)

Breakfast/Scotland

Character: Allistor Kirkland/ Scotland
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You woke up to the irritating vibration of your phone on your nightstand.
After a few minutes of debate on whether or not to ignore it you finally decided on answering it.

Untangling yourself from the blanket, and your boyfriend's arms, you propped yourself up and grabbed your phone. Glancing at the screen you read the screen with squinted eyes.

(Younger Brother/Sister name nickname)

You groaned and answered the phone, "what do you want, peasant?"

"Good morning to you too, (Yn)," they say with a small giggle. "are you coming over today?"
"Mhm" you hum, laying back down, "this afternoon. Why?"
"I need a ride to (random destination)." they reply.

"Can't (guardians name) take you?" you yawn.
"No, they're working late today."

"Fine," you groan rubbing your eyes.
"Yay!" they cheer making you both happy, and irritated, "Thanks sis!"

"Mm.." you hum, "see you later then, love you."
"Love you!"

With that you hung up the phone, and placed it back on the table.
You lay back down on the soft, warm bed, and stare at the ceiling, before rolling on your side to look at your boyfriend.

His copper colored hair was messy, splayed out on the pillow as he slept. His thin lips parted ever so slightly, his lightly freckled cheeks flushed by a light coat of pink.

You smiled, and brushed some hair from his face, resting it on his cheek, before kissing his lips gently.
He lightly kissed back, reaching a hand up to place it over yours.

"Mornin', lass" he says groggily, still having yet to open his emerald colored eyes.
"Morning." you say back softly.

He wraps his arms around you bringing you back into the warm embrace you had previously left.
The Scottish man began to rub his face against yours softly, his light stubble scratching you gently as he quietly asked for more kisses, which you obliged to.

Soon enough small kisses became more heated, and Allistor wasted no time in attacking you with affection.

As he was focusing on your neck, his hands resting low on your body your stomach decide to make its existence know by replicating a whale cry.

"I'm hungry," you said, "what do you want for breakfast?"

"You" the red head replied simply with a small growl.

"Well, I want cereal." you say casually, "yea, cereal's nice."

You rolled off the bed, quite literally, surprising the Scotsman with your sudden departure.

"You want cereal too?" you ask standing up from the floor.
"Sure" he says laying back on the bed, grabbing a cigarette, and debating on whether to get up and do life or not.

"Kay"

And with that you had gone to the kitchen for a nice bowl of cearal.