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Alba gu bràth! Land of my high endeavor Land of the shining river Land of my heart forever Scotland the brave / Independent, multi ship, rp blog for Scotland Hetalia: Axis powers. /

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// yes I am alive     I got a job and work all the days of the week but sunday     so all I do is sleep, go to work and repeat 

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Lost the ref to a freckle brush so I had to make my own..

so have a Scotsman

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// I was so excited to RP this weekend,     but then I got sick and now life is awful

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Captain America thinks I’m a fucking idiot.

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@unvieuxrenard liked for a starter

      { An arm went to wrap around the Frenchman’s neck, pulling him in close.         Just enough for their heads to brush together ever so gently.         A large grin taking over his features during the affectionate display.         Not bothering to even consider the amount of stranger’s eyes on them.         It had been sometime since the two met up, after all. }

                ❝C’moan, didya miss me at all?❞

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@ofromance liked for a starter!

      { Coming to France’s house was not planned in the slightest.         At the beginning of the day, Allistor had planned to do so much more.         Get some work done that he was pushing off or meet with his siblings.         Yet, here he was, sitting in a certain Frenchman’s house without his permission.         The whole ‘being invited in’ went straight over the Scotsman’s head.         He had promptly let himself in without a second thought,         sitting himself down on the couch.         If this was anyone else, perhaps he would have waited at the door.         After all he was sure that the other had no idea he was exactly in his house.         Making him wonder if he’d end up spooking the poor Frenchie. } 

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// when you want to delete your old posts on your blog to make it pretty     but you’re too nostalgic and like being reminded of old friends

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                        ... would anyone like a starter with this scottish bum?

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@dineidyn replied:

(nerd <3 which chara?)

// sweating intensifies/ dad 76

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Hi mun! It's been awhile, how've you been?

// OMG!! i’ve been doing well!! thank you for asking :’D     TBH i’m reading through all my old posts on here and getting so embarrassed     i kinda hate the way i portrayed him in the past (it’s so cringe worthy end me)

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     Not to say that the other is bad, though Francis and Arthur did say this guy was a pest. But it has been way too long since they last talked, that’s for sure. As for why the Prussian is here, well, he ain’t going to live forever, he might as well wander in some other country and do things he never get to do as a nation, right? His little brother is always too freaking busy and then there’s Antonio with his ‘kid’ and Francis is in one of those ‘leave me alone’ kind of moods again, ugh. So Gilbert opted for England, except well, he got Scotland instead. And is easily bought by beer, though the former nation, now mortal, should start cutting down on those things.

                  ❝     Hmm—?     ❞

     Gilbert spent that short pause chugging down that fine beer,          as he waits for the other, resisting the urge to smoke.

                  ❝     Eh, shit happens and now I’m mortal, ja?     ❞

𝙷𝙾𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚅𝙾𝙻𝙻, 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚄𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙽.

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        The Scotsman had only heard rumors about the other’s sudden mortality. Having a few questions buzz around his head once given the information. It forced unwanted memories to resurface in his mind. Such as the times where he craved to me mortal oh so badly. Constantly watching people close to him die was incredibly upsetting at first, but the only solution he had was to adapt. Rolling constant death after death after his back as if he was a stonewall. He wondered if one day, Gilbert’s brother would be able to do the same.

                              ❝Right, ye’r mortal,❞

      He couldn't deny the amusement he felt towards the other’s acceptance. At first, he would have thought that the Prussian would be completely devastated. Yet, hear he was, spilling the information over a single beer. Allistor wouldn't deny being glad that this conversation didn't turn into a sob fest. The last thing he wanted was to try and comfort a grieving Prussian.

                              ❝How’s thit goin’ for ye?❞

      He took a brief moment to light the cigarette that was dangling from his mouth. The fire from the lighter setting the front of the stick ablaze, causing it to emit smoke. For him, the cigarette could do absolutely no harm. It wasn't like cancer would plague his lungs or anything else. So, he always smoked as much as he wanted, wherever he wanted. Assuming that it didn't go both ways with the other. Trying to grasp the concept on how one’s immortality could vanish in seconds.

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@imperialiszm

      The Scotsman didn't exactly know how he ended up in this situation. Sure he had bumped into a certain Prussian on accident, but offering to buy them a drink was another. Although, it wasnt like the two didnt know each other at all. They had some history that tied them together from past days. It also had been some time since he had the company of another. Usually he would go pester Francis in order to occupy himself or spend time with his siblings. Yet, neither option seemed that it would please him at the moment. Perhaps he was hoping that the white haired male would give him the entertainment he desired. 

                  ❝So -- ❞

      He took a short pause as he pressed a cigarette into his pale lips,             gloved hand reaching into his pocket for his lighter. 

                  ❝How’ve ye been?❞

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    The beach was never his favored place in this large world. The Scotsman could easily choose several other places he’d rather be. After all, places without shade meant serious burns to his pale skin. Allistor accepted long ago that he wasn't a sunny guy, he just wished others had seen the same. That certain person being a long time friend, Francis. Perhaps that was the reason he was dragged into this disliked area with little convincing. The whole ‘nude’ part certainly didn't sit well with him, but he was never one to turn down the Frenchman’s company. 

            ❝Arr ye sure aboot this?                         -- We cuid easily just grab a drink.❞

    The thought of alcohol was much more favored in his mind rather than stripping down. Hands gliding down his bare chest and firmly clamping down onto his tan shorts. Almost as if he was afraid they’d slip right out from under him. Leaning his side against a nearby tree which set him in the shade perfectly. Forest green eyes darting across the roaring ocean that lay ahead.

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   “While I admit that the Olympics’re cause fer quite a deal o’ national pride, but sometimes things get a wee bit… out o’ hand.” For Brazil’s sake, she prayed no fans decided to throw any temper tantrums. Also, Ireland needed to win a gold medal in something. That was a must. 

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   His mind was far too occupied with endless thoughts of the olympics to even process her words. Feeling as if it would bring bad luck to turn his attention elsewhere. A bright smile taking over his features the longer his mind thought of winning. The excitement of it all nearly making him want to jump out of his seat.

    ❝M’nwat sure wit ye mean,❞ He talked as if he wasn't acting like an excited child, hands rubbing agaisnt one another. ❝S’all just a lil’ fun.❞ Although, if he were to lose in this little ‘fun’ event, he would certainty not be as happy as he was now.