A/N This is Scotland x Reader and, as such, has some cursing and a little violence in it.
“Eejit! Move yer feet!” You yelled at the Scotsman, who sat on the couch, a cigar sitting between his fingers. He groaned and lifted his legs two inches from the ground. You sighed and pushed the vacuum beneath his feet, knocking them. You turned around, muttering to yourself.
“You’d never find London doing the housework. No, she’s too important, England does it all instead. Yet Scotland won’t even get up of his arse and do the dishes from time to time.”
“What was tha’ lass?” You jumped; you hadn’t noticed that Scotland had sneaked up behind you. Think fast, Edinburgh, think fast
“I was just muttering about what I need to do at the next Capital meeting.” Scotland stared into your (e/c) eyes, and you silently begged that he would buy it. He shrugged, letting it go, and walked through to the kitchen. His cigar sat in the ashtray, perilously balanced on the arm of the sofa. You rolled your eyes and walked across to the sofa, moving the ashtray from the arm to the coffee table, half a foot away from where Scotland had been sitting. You unplugged the vacuum, placing it back in the cupboard under the stairs, grabbing the duster and polish instead. You stomped over to the bookshelf, spraying a small amount of the polish onto the cloth and rubbing it into the wood. Scotland was propped against the doorframe and was staring at you, the glass of water he had been drinking from was frozen at his lips. This gave you a very good reason to stare at him.
“You’re grumpy th’day, lass.” He continued to stare at you. You shrugged and continued to tidy up, Scotland obviously decided there was better things to do with his time and went upstairs to his bedroom. You puttered around downstairs, making sure that everything was tidy and nodded to yourself when you were satisfied. You sat down and let out a deep sigh. You sat in the silence for a few moments, before your mobile went off. You groaned and fished the blasted device from your jean pocket. You answered it with a tired
“Yeah?” Your head rested on the back of the sofa. You were calm until the other person started to speak.
“Edinburgh? It’s London speaking.” You narrowed your (e/c) eyes, your good mood evaporating.
“Hello London.” You replied in a monotone voice.
“I forgot to mention this earlier, but the Capital meeting had been pushed up.” You frowned, pulling your head up.
“What do you ‘had been’?” London was silent for a moment, and then you heard her sigh.
“The meeting was two hours ago.” Your mouth fell open in disbelief. You stayed silent; your brain was having a temporary meltdown. “Edinburgh? Edinburgh?” You heard London’s voice through the phone; you slowly hung up and dropped your phone on the floor. The moment it hit the laminate flooring, you lost it. You flung yourself up out of the sofa, grabbing one of the cushions that sat on it. You threw it across the other side of the room. It hit the bottom of the staircase with a quiet whump. You looked around the large living room for another projectile. You grabbed the small puzzle ball that sat on the large bookshelf. You threw it at the sofa, it broke apart when it collided with the soft material. You continued to throw anything you could get your hands on until strong arms wrapped around you. You struggled for a moment, but most of your anger had fizzled out. When you had been still for almost a minute Scotland spoke.
“Wha’ happened lass?” He walked over to the cream sofa and cleared a space, moving some of the projectiles. When he finally had enough space to sit, he patted his lap and made a gesture with his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, but sat down, your back against his chest. He made no other move to touch you.
“London ‘forgot’ to tell me that the meeting had changed... again. I swear that woman has it in for me.” You could feel Scotland smile behind you.
“Well o'course the lassie has it in for you. You're an awesome Capital city, from an amazing Country." You roll your eyes again, a small smile started to stretch across your face. You tilted your head and waited. “Wha’s wrong noo, lass?”
“I’m just waiting for Prussia to jump out at your use of awesome.” Scotland chuckled behind you. You stifle a yawn, but Scotland notices.
“You tired lass?” You nod.
“I think having a hissy fit used up the last of my energy, and I’ve been working really hard recently.” He frowns and shifts slightly behind you.
“Wha you been workin’ on?” You stifle another yawn.
“Well, our boss wants independence from the UK and since the Parliament is in my area, I’ve been putting in a lot of overtime. The n I come home and have to clean up after you.” Your eyes begin to droop against your will.
“Why didn’t you say something lass?” You resort to trying to keep your eyelids open by raising your eyebrows.
“I did, lots of times. Then you would turn around and get more whisky, which you really should stop doing.” Your head begins to bounce as your eyelids shut. Scotland grumbles a bit behind you. All or a sudden he moves and you are in his arms. “What the hell are you doing, ya nyaff!” You squirmed.
“You were falling asleep on me, ya need a nap.”
“But it’s only two in the afternoon.” Scotland gave you a look that silenced all of your complaints. He carried you up to your room and placed you in the unmade bed.
“See that you didnae get tae yer room.” He teased you, but you were too tired to say anything back. He pulled off your shoes and pulled up the thick duvet. You finally closed your eyes and fell asleep.
You blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out what you were looking at. It took you a moment to realise that it was Scotland’s shirt and that you had been clinging to it. You let go slowly, so that you didn’t wake him up. You frowned, not remembering him getting in in the first place.
“Finally let go lass?” Scotland asked, his voice showing no signs of grogginess. You blushed, although you weren’t exactly sure why. You looked up and his face was so close to yours that you could feel his breathing on your face.
“What do you mean?” You squeak. Scotland smirks, you really don’t like it when he smirks, it generally means bad stuff’s gonna happen.
“Well, I tucked you in alllllll nice and cosy.” You really didn’t like the smirk. “And just when I was about to leave, you grabbed my wrist.” You didn’t like where this was going either. “You mumbled that you didn’t want me to leave, so naturally I had to stay.” Your blush deepened. He noticed and slowly rubbed a thumb against your cheeks. “Embarrassed now, are we?” You wriggled backwards, trying to get away, but strong hands circled your waist.
“Let me go.” You said with an edge in your voice.
“Nope, I’m not done napping yet.” Scotland placed his head in the crook of your neck. You struggled, but sensed that it was pointless. Eventually you gave up, closing your eyes once more.