UN Meetings: ScotlandXCountryReader! Part 2
You sighed a growl as the last of the speakers finished up on the meeting of the second day.
You were so annoyed, you weren't just fantasizing about being home and done with all this, but just to be in your hotel room you stayed in, done with listening to Prussia go on . . . and on . . . and on!
Finally, he was done and you shot up out of your seat.
Ukraine chuckled. "Excited?"
You couldn't hide your smile as she stood and stretched your arms above your head, glad to be standing. "Just really want to get out of here."
Ukraine gave you a knowing smile and nodded her head. "I know what you mean. In the beginning of my relationship, I couldn't find enough hours in the day to get away and see him."
You smiled and nodded, until you realized what she had said.
"What do you mean relationship?" You asked, not sure what to make of the blond, European next to you.
Ukraine arched a brow in your direction as she smirked. "You and Allistor . . . Honestly, you two don't hide it well, if that was what you were trying to do."
"Me and Allistor," You asked with wide eyes, "what about me and Allistor?"
Ukraine only chuckled. "You two are together . . . Even if France hadn't told everyone, I could tell. You two have been making goo-goo eyes at each other all day."
"Excuse me?" You asked, blushing, still bewildered and not wanting to acknowledge that someone had seen her starring off and on at Scotland all day.
"Honestly, ??????? , every time I looked over at you, you were staring at Allistor . . . and when I glanced at him, he was staring at you." Ukraine giggled, and you blushed scarlet.
"So sorry to tell you, but Scotland and I are not together." You huffed, and turned away from the other woman and started out of the UN building.
You started stalking down the street, looking for the closest bar, pub, or even restaurant that served a good beer.
Come hades or high water, you were getting drunk.
Allistor whistled as he walked into the closest bar from his hotel and the UN.
He had gone as long as he could, but he needed a stiff glass of whiskey and a good, dark room to think things over.
Before he could get passed the coat rack and announce himself to the bartender, he heard a light, drunk laugh echo through pub, followed by very loud, though strangely on key, singing.
"But you didn't have to cut me off! Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing! And I don't even need your love! But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough!" ? sang loudly, holding onto the said of the bar with one hand and holding a pint in the other.
Allistor smirked as he walked up to the bar. "Fancy meeting you here, ? ." he chuckled, and she looked over at him, her (eye color) eyes trying to focus.
"Allistor! You devish-shly shexy Shcottie you!" ? slurred, and Allistor raised an eye brow as he laughed.
"How many have you had?" Allistor smirked as the bartender handed him a short glass of whiskey.
? fought to focus her vision. "No more than nessatary . . . no more the nessarisaity . . . No more the three!" She finally managed, unable to get the word necessary to form on her tongue.
"Try 5, sugar." The bartender chuckled, and Allistor had to hand it to the woman.
She was small, but could hold her own.
That was when he noticed she was wearing a (favorite color) button up shirt and black tie and vest, but instead of pants, she wore a (favorite color) plaid skirt and black stockings that had started to slide down one of her legs to reveal a (skin tone) thigh.
? paid the Bartender no attention, but kept singing. "No you didn't have to stoop so low! Have your friends collect your records and then change your number! I guess that I don't need that though! Now you're just somebody that I used to know!"
Allistor got closer to ? sitting on the bar stool closest to hers, enjoying her slurred singing. "I think, lass, you are drunk."
? furrowed her eyebrows and leaned close to Allistor. "You, Sir, have no idea! I am not just drunk . . . I am wasted!" She whispered, as if it was a secret.
She continued, leaning back. "Isht's your entire fault, ya know! Yup, I got drunk, so I would not be going looking for you! Did no good! Be'caush here you are!"
Allistor chuckled. "You were going to go and look for me?" He asked, getting as much information as he could out of the inebriated young woman.
? nodded and wobbled on her stool. "Yup -hiccup- I was. I have been thinking of you none stop since the roof! No idea why! You don't even want me! I have my pick of the prize studs, and I want the one who could care less! Ha!" and she sand loudly again.
"Now you're just somebody that I used to know! Now you're just somebody that I used to know!" she sang out loudly, before finishing off her 5th and final beer.
Allistor smirked. "I want you, Lass, since the moment I saw you sit in the meetings with that confident smile on your face."
? scowled and leaned closer to Allistor. "You want me?"
Allistor nodded slowly. "Aye, I do."
That was when she slipped off of her stool and in-between Allistor's legs and started kissing him. Sure, it tasted like a strange mix of beer and peanuts, and was a little sloppy from being drunk, but Allistor didn't care much.
Allistor pulled back and smiled as ? shivered. "Let's get back to the hotel."
You groaned as you woke up, as always in an awkward angle on your hotel bed, hung over and sick. Your head was at one corner at the top, face in the mattress and under the pillows, and your feet were at the opposite corner at the foot of the bed.
You pulled the crisp white pillow off your head and groaned again as a wave of nausea, pain, and quivering muscles hit you.
'Worst hangover, ever!' you thought, though you were happy to see you had closed your curtains so the sun wouldn't hurt your head even more . . . that is until you realized you never closed your curtains, sort of as a full proof alarm clock.
Speaking of, you green light alarm clock was not on your night stand, so you had no idea what time it was.
You tried to get up, but strong arms wrapped around your waist, and held you down. A stubble cover cheek rubbed agaist your lower back and a rumble ran through the chest at your hip.
"Stop yer movin'!" Allistor grumbled, and you went ridged
You sat up on your forearms and saw you were in a man's tank top, the fabric baggy on you, with the Scottish flag on it, and your bra, and you had no idea if you were wearing pants or not, because half way down your body, you saw the pale arms of the Scottish man himself.
You flung your head back down, not remembering your nausea, and were hit with another wave of pain.
"What happened last night?" You groaned into the mattress, and Allistor grumbled against your back.
"Ya got drunk. Brought you back here because ya wouldn't tell meh your room number. Oh, and you started strippin', askin meh ta take yeh, but I told ya no, and gave yeh that shirt." Allistor explained, and you only groaned a little.
You turned your head to the side. "We didn't sleep together?"
Allistor nuzzled his face against your back, his gruff cheeks scrapping your skin and making your shiver. "As much as I regret it, nay, we did not sleep together."
You breathed a quiet sigh of relief and just lay on the bed, trying to decide if you wanted to be excited you were in bed with the hot Scottish man, or anxious and bolt from the bed and never look back.
The later choice won out after a few minutes and you tried to wiggle out of Scotland's hold.
He growled at you and held tighter. "Stop, I want'ta sleep! Seriously, Lass, you move more in your sleep than mos' people do through ta whole day! I am tired, you are comfortable, so jus stop."
You groaned past the throbbing of your head. "Let me up! And if you'd made me sleep on the couch or something I wouldn't have kept you up!"
"Tha' would'a been rude, Lass. Besides, you wouldn't have let meh move ye even if I wanted ta. You clung to meh like a fly to sticky paper." Scotland grumbled against your back, and you scowled.
"Excuse me?" You asked, and Allistor sighed and let go of you to crawl up next to you and sat close to you, so you could see his neck and collar bone.
At first you weren't sure what you were looking at, but as you sat uup in bed and looked closer, you gasped and covered your mouth with your free hand. He was covered in little, purple hickeys, and nail marked covered his shoulders.
"Didn't do tha' ta ma'self, Lass." Allistor chuckled, and you groaned and pulled your legs up under you and curled back into the bed.
When you had wanted to meet someone at the UN meetings, you hadn't meant to drunkenly attack them. You remembered singing in the bar, kissing Allistor there, as well as in the cab on the way to the hotel, the lobby, the elevator, and a whole lot in his hotel room.
You also remembered stripping him and then yourself before he forced you into the tank top and into bed. But that hadn't stopped you from attacking his neck and collar bone.
Allistor lay on his side next to you and pulled you close, and out of your fetal position, and you scowled as your bare leg brushed against his.
You pulled back, pushing against his chest, and looked down, then groaned and quickly shut your eyes again.
He was only in a pair of boxers that matched your, or rather his, tank top, and you only wore your boy short underwear on your legs.
"Somethin' ta matter Lass?" Allistor chuckled, and you glared up at him.
"Oh, no, I am just peachy-freakin'-keen! I'm just half dressed in bed with guys I tried to rape last night, with the worst hang over I have ever had, but I am great!" you growled up at him.
Allistor chuckled and shook his head. "Ye didn't rape me . . . I don't let lass's have tha much power when we f-"
You covered his mouth with your hand. "No need to continue that sentence, thank you."
Allistor smiled against your hand. His big green eyes glittered with amusement and his grin was taunting.
You pushed his face away and tried to get out of his hold. "Stop looking at me like that."
Allistor held tighter. "I tink it's ma turn, since ye had so much fun last night."
You stopped fighting and stared at him for a moment.
He was right.
It was only fair that he got to do this, since you had been attached to him since you both had left the bar. You had basically gotten to do everything to him you wanted, though he stopped you from doing anything to stupid . . . so now it was his turn.
Just as he stared toward your lips, the room phone rang loudly, and you growled as the low 'brrring' made your head feel like your brain was vibrating.
You growled and reached over Allistor to answer the phone.
"What?" You huffed, angry and breathless.
"I just wanted to let you know . . . wait, this isn't Allistor." Arthur said, and you snorted.
"No shirt Sherlock." You grumbled, lying over Allistor's stomach.
Arthur stuttered. "I- oh god . . .I mean . . . Uh . . . the meetings for today are being canceled, the snow caused a cave in on the lobby roof . . . and will be held tomorrow afternoon before everyone can return home at another building."
"Thanks Arthur." You huffed, then sighed and hung up the phone.
You lay for a moment before you realized you were still on top of Allistor, and had answered his phone call.
Allistor smirked and raised an eyebrow at you. "So . . . wha did England want?"
You swallowed the lump in your throat and shivered as Scotland snaked his arms around you and pulled you closer. "Uh . . . the meetings are canceled for today . . . snow caved in the lobby roof . . ."
Scotland grinned wildly. "So . . . wha da we do ta pass ta time?"
He didn't let you answer, his lips got in the way.