Hetalia Reader Inserts

Scotland x Reader

Scotland (Allistor Kirkland) x Reader

Warning: *Mentions of Abuse*

Days filled with sunshine never seemed to come for her. (Y/N) gazed out the small window from her weathered down shack in hope of seeing a ray of sunlight on her once lustrous land. "Miss (Y/N)" a soft voice whispered to gather her attention. She turned her attention away from the window to gaze upon her attendant "Yes?" The attendant's words disappeared from him as he looked at the beaten and bruised frame of his nation. He nervously cleared his throat as he averted his gaze from her bruised lips and the black and blue bruise along her jaw "Sir Kirkland would like you to come meet another one of his properties." "I understand" she replied, shrugging on a light jacket to cover the evidence of her years under England's rule. They entered the coach that would bring them to Arthur's estate and (Y/N) kept her gaze focused on the land they passed by. 

Her attendant remained silent in his seat, but she could sense what he was feeling. For the past year, her citizens had been feeling the desire to revolt and she could feel it deep within her. (Y/N) frowned as the feeling within her intensified. She wanted to revolt against her capturer, but she couldn't risk waging a war she knew she'd lose. Her people weren't ready yet. They arrived at the estate and she carefully exited her coach. Her attendant led her throughout the halls only to pause at a set of tall red doors. He flexed his fingers anxiously "I will be outside if you need anything." She watched his gaze focus on the darkening bruise on her face before looking into her eyes. She put on her best smile "I will be done soon." He nodded and she entered the room.

A blonde mop of hair with stern emerald eyes looked up from his document to analyze her. "Sit" he commanded, gaze turning back to his document with the knowledge she'd obey his every order. She kept her gaze focused on the marbled floor as she took her seat across from him. A soft sigh escaped him as he glanced at the clock "He never arrives on time." He placed his papers on the table in front of him and looked at her once again "You look better." He leaned across the table and placed a hand under her chin to tilt her head to the side "I would prefer if you didn't have that nasty bruise." "I apologize sir. I'll try to hide it" she commented, trying her best to fight the urge to push him away. It wasn't time yet. She couldn't afford to do it. He slowly withdrew his hand and sat back down in his chair "Good. I expect you to look flawless from now on. My land must be beautiful after all." She didn't reply to his comment, instead deciding to stare at the marks within the wooden desk. 

The door opened to reveal a mess of red hair and emerald eyes so similar to Arthur's but so different. When his eyes landed on her, they were filled with mischief and power to the point that it felt invigorating. He smiled as he plopped down next to her "Artie why did you call me in?" The power and control that remained in Arthur's eyes every time he looked at her disappeared to be replaced with annoyance "I asked you to arrive twenty minutes ago Allistor!" Allistor shrugged "I have my people to care for. It takes time." Arthur scowled at him in frustration. The mighty English nation shook his head and calmed himself down "I invited the two of you so you can familiarize yourselves with each other. Allistor you could certainly learn from (Y/N)." The Scottish nation turned to his left to observe the nation next to him.

He smiled at her welcomingly and stretched out his hand. "Names Allistor. Arthur's older brother" he introduced, shaking her hand. "(Y/N)" she replied in response. She hadn't noticed it before, but she could see the faint outline of past bruises along his face. A large red scar stretched from his clavicle to his chin and her eyes remained glued to the scar. (Y/N) glanced at Arthur to notice a smug expression on his face when he caught her staring at the mark he left on his brother's skin. Arthur stood from his seat and gathered his papers "I will be departing now. I expect the two of you to converse." He turned his powerful gaze towards (Y/N) "I expect things to be different after six months. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes Mister Kirkland" she replied, bowing her head as a sign of submission and respect. She raised her gaze in time to notice him smile in satisfaction "Very well. I'll see you both in half a year." Neither of them replied as Arthur exited the room with purposeful strides and his stack of papers tucked into his arm.

(Y/N) could vaguely feel someone's gaze upon her and she lifted her head to meet green eyes that seemed to be growing more familiar to her. "What was that?" He asked, voice low and tone soft with a tint of an edge. "Obedience" she replied, "Something Arthur has drilled into me since he acquired me." "Is that why...." He started, his gaze focused on the bruises littering her skin. "Yes" (Y/N) answered, adjusting her jacket to cover her previously exposed shoulders "What about you?" The welcoming look in his eyes disappeared as he turned to glare at the chair Arthur was previously residing in "I revolted. I lost. He did these things as punishment." "You revolted?" She asked, crinkling her nose at the way the word felt funny to say. "Yes. Many times" he answered, his hand absentmindedly tracing a line across his cheek where one of his punishments had previously resided. 

(Y/N) stared at the nation in front of her with new purpose. 'He can be the piece my people and I have been waiting for' she thought to herself. (Y/N) stood up from her spot at the table "Perhaps we could take a walk across the grounds to get to know each other better." He watched her in mild confusion before a smile blossomed on his face and he stood up "Alright." The two conversed with one another as they walked across the grounds of Arthur's estate. She felt free being with him. It was an odd feeling at first. She hadn't laughed sincerely since the moment of her capture, but she found herself enjoying his company immensely. However, the presence of Arthur at the back of her mind stopped her from breaking out of her shell completely. She dropped hints about a potential revolt and he caught onto her message. Allistor paused in his walking underneath a tree to consider everything. His past losses haunted him. However, when he stared at the girl in front of him crying out for help, he couldn't deny her wishes.

Wounds littered their skin, but neither of them complained. (Y/N) leaned her head on his shoulder as they rested from the battle back at the base. "Thank you" she whispered, "I would still be trapped if it weren't for you." Allistor smiled softly as he pulled her close to his side "I'm glad I helped. I guess Artie's big mistake was introducing the two of us." She laughed softly and moved closer to him to bask in his warmth "He must be sitting on his ass right now regretting his decision." He chuckled and welcomed her invasion of his space. The pair remained in silence until (Y/N) broke it "What made you say yes all those years ago? Why did you decide to help me?" He contemplated the answer for a moment before he whispered "I don't know." "Really?" He shrugged to the best of his abilities with the weight pressing into his side "It felt right I think. There was no real reason behind it." (Y/N) sighed softly "Well, I suppose the reason doesn't matter, does it?" "It really doesn't" he replied, shifting her in his arms so the two could lay on their backs. (Y/N) cuddled in closer to him and looked up to see Allistor smiling down at her. The two spent the rest of the night talking and cracking jokes about Arthur.

The war had been won. (Y/N) had declared her independence. She thought she'd be free of Arthur forever. Instead, decades later she found herself staring at the large red doors once again. She remained unmoving before the two doors for a few moments before she gathered her courage as she had done decades ago and pushed them open. Her gaze immediately landed upon the familiar mop of blonde hair and stern emerald green eyes. (Y/N) kept her head held high as she made her way across the table to take a seat in front of him. "It's quite an honour to see you once again (Y/N), despite the differences." "I'm not sure I can say the same" she replied. She froze at the sight to her left. 

Allistor sat in his chair with his green eyes downcast at the ground. Those powerful eyes were gone and replaced by ones of weakness. A large scar crossed over his previous one on his neck, creating a large x mark over his pale skin. Bruises littered his skin and she gasped in surprise. He looked like how she had looked like all those years ago. "Allistor?" She breathed out in confusion. Arthur smiled knowingly "I see you recognize my piece of land. Isn't he wonderful?" "What happened? We won the war! He was free!" She exclaimed, drawing back in surprise at Allistor's subtle flinch. "You won the war. He never did" Arthur casually replied, "He's always been my property. You abandoned him. You were so focused on your own independence, you didn't realize he hadn't acquired his yet. You left him all alone with me. I taught him everything I taught you (Y/N)." 

Notes: 

Prompt: Control

It's set in colonial times which explains why Arthur is such an a-hole. It's not a world meeting at the end, but a separate diplomatic meeting

She's the one who asked him for help to revolt, so she's devastated at the end because she feels responsible for his situation 

At the end when Arthur says, "I taught him everything I taught you (Y/N)." He means he taught him 'obedience.' 

I hope you enjoyed this extra long chapter. 

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