"NO ONE MAKES FUN OF THE KILT!!!"
You winced as you walked into the home that your bestfriend William Kirkland (Scotland) lived. He was wrestling with his younger brother Arthur.
"That's not a kilt, you wanker, that's a skirt!"
You watched amused as Peter ate his breakfeast while watching his brothers intently.
"Aye______What you be doing here?"William asked as he held Arthur down with his foot.
"Just thought I would stop by but I can see that you're busy...."
His eyes grew wide as he lit a cigeratte.
"No, I'm not busy, lass. Please stay,"He said as he stepped away from his sqirming brother.
You smiled as you and William walked over to the den.
"So what's been going on with you, lass? Whose yer next victim?"He asked chuckling.
You rolled your eyes then smirked. You waited until he took a long drag on his cigeratte...
"Well... there is this one guy," You said with a smile on your face as he coughed and gagged on the smoke in surprise.
"And who be the lucky lad?" His voice was hoarse and his playful, teasing tone was now being forced.
"I think you know him. He's cute, sweet...when he wants to be, playful, and his accent is incredibly smexy!" You said trying not to laugh.
You watched in amusement as he angrily tried to find a face to your discription.
"Lass, don't toy with me, tell me who it is!"
You shook your head and waited.
"Hint! He lives here," You smiled.
You saw his face go from angry to meloncholy.
"'Tis one of me brother's ain' it, _______?"
Your smile became softer along with your eyes when you saw how crushed he looked.
"No... I love you, you silly Scottish dork!" You exclaimed as you glomped him.
He smiled wide and hugged you back.
Man did he love your surprise visits...
"Do you really think my accent is sexy?"
You laughed and hugged him tighter.