Requested by DarknessOnMyEyes
Warning for some language.
Ding-dong! ……………. Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong!
Tapping your foot impatiently, you were about to punch the doorbell a few more times when the door was finally wrenched open. “Bloody hell, _____! Calm down, you only had to ring once-” “Sorry ‘bout that, Arthur, but I’m in a rush,” you pushed past him, shoving a bag of freshly made scones into his arms and depositing your coat on the couch. “Now where is Allistor? He hasn’t been returning my calls, texts, emails, anything! No response! We were supposed to meet up in town a few days ago but no, he had to leave me hanging and now-!” “What are these for?”
England was staring in surprise at the scones. Great, he hadn’t even been listening to you. Facepalm. “Those were my early apology for barging into your house and for my rant you didn’t even listen to…” “You said something?” Cue second facepalm. “Yes! I asked where your brother was.” England scowled. “Bloody git. He’s been locked in his room. I haven’t seen him for days. Heaven only knows what the hell he’s been doing in there. I keep hearing thumping noises.” Your eye twitched. “If he has a hooker in there, I swear I will kick his sorry ass so hard…” England motioned toward the stairway. “By all means, please do.”
“Allistor Kirkland!” You kicked open the door to said man’s room, which was a pigsty, but thank heavens there was no hooker. He shoved something quickly into the drawer of the desk he was sitting at and spun around to face you. “Lass! What the ‘ell are ye doin’? The door was bloody well locked!” “Well clearly it wasn’t good enough,” you retorted, shutting the slightly broken door behind you gently. “But you totally blew me off! You can’t just disappear off the face of the earth, leaving a girl hanging, and not expect her to barge into your house and demand what the hell is going on!” Scotland shrugged. “How was I ta know? I’ve been workin’ on an important project I need ta get done.” Rage almost visibly radiated off you in waves. “More important than hanging out with your best friend?” “Yup,” he stated calmly, pulling out a cigarette and taking a drag.
If looks could kill, the Scot would be hanging from the tree outside, bloody and mangled. He subconsciously backed up against his desk. “Ye need to calm down, lassie. ‘Twas only one little slip o’ the mem’ry.” “One little thing? What do you call not responding to me in any damn way then?!” You stomped over to him, only to receive a puff of smoke in the face. “Allistor!” Reeling back, you wrenched open the window and half hung out of it. “How many times have I told you not to do that?!” Scotland smirked. “Goin’ on forty times now.” You cursed him under your breath, still hanging out the window and rubbing your stinging eyes.
There was a long silence as you regained your composure and he continued to smoke. “…So,” you broke the silence without turning around, “what are you hiding?” Scotland grunted. “Eh? I’m not hidin’ anything.” Falling back into your normal attitude, you glanced at him over your shoulder. “Don’t lie to me. Is it something dirty~?” you teased. “In yer dreams,” he scoffed, but you could barely make out a faint dusting of pink on his face. You smirked. “Oh come on, Allistor. What else would you shove away so quickly when a girl walks in?” “None o’ yer business.” “And if I make it my business?” He simply glared at you, already aware of what was about to go down as you shut the window and turned around.
You lunged toward the desk in an attempt to wrench open the drawer and discover the secret object. Scotland intercepted your pitiful attempt however, slamming you against the wall and pinning you there. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, missy.” After you recovered from the shock a bit, you blushed upon realizing how close you two were. Secretly, you had a bit of a crush on your best friend, and now, being this close, you were seized by the urge to tell him. But of course, the door had to burst open once again that moment. “Ha! I knew you had a hooker in here, you git!”
All eyes turned to England, and he seemed to take in your situation. “Oh. It’s just you, _____... Well um… carry on then.” He was about to shut the door when a little voice piped up. “_____’s here? How come no one ever told me? ____________!” “Peter!” England spun around and pushed the small boy back. “_____’s kind of… busy right now. Let’s get you back home, shall we?” He ushered the boy downstairs. You could hear Sealand whining the whole way until the front door slammed and the house was silent. “Bloody git could’a at least shut the door…” Scotland growled, pushed himself off you, and proceeded to do so. Smirking slyly, you took advantage of your freedom and yanked open the drawer quietly.
Inside was a small carving of a bear. You glanced at Scotland, who was examining his poor door and hadn’t noticed, and gently picked it up. The wood piece fit in your palm. “Aww, Allie, I didn’t know you carved!” “What?!” He spun around, saw the bear in your hand, and cursed. “Dammit, _____. You weren’t supposed ta find out ‘bout that yet…” Brushing a few strands of hair out of his face, he added, “And don’t call me that.” You giggled. “Well, I think ‘Allie’ is cute. Who’s this for anyway?” “…You.” “Aw that’s nice. Wait what? Me?” Surprised, you watched your best friend closely. “What did I do?”
Scotland rubbed the back of his neck and took another puff on his cigarette. “It’s actually more what I did. When I forgot our date…,” You blushed at his word choice. “…I felt like I needed to make it up ta ya. And I know ya really like bears, so…” You didn’t know what to say. He didn’t notice. “I got a bit too into it, me thinks. But-” A tackle hug from you cut him off. “What in ‘ell, lass!” “I return your feelings,” you grinned and kissed the man passionately. Scotland was shocked for a moment, then proceeded to kiss you back.
Carved on the bottom of the bear, which was lying sideways on the desk, were the words ‘I love you.’