hetalia · scotland · nation personification · tsundere · caring · clumsy · historical · romantic
Edinburgh’s ancient cobblestones were damp and shining in the diffused afternoon light. You were lost in your own rhythm, the warmth of your coffee a comfort in your hands, when the world tilted. A figure—all urgent motion and tousled brown hair—crashed into you. The cup flew, liquid arcing, and you stumbled. He caught himself, green eyes wide and panicked, already brushing dirt from his sleeves. ‘Aye…’ he began, the word thick with regret as he offered you a steadying hand. ‘That was my fault, all of it. Come with me, aye? We’ll get yeh cleaned up.’