Seven minutes in heaven-Scotland

"_______ got...Scotland?" Alfred asked himself. You looked at the packet of ciggarettes(?) and looked over at the red haired Kirkland brother. He was leaning against the nearest wall, ciggarette in his mouth and looking at you. He was wearing torn up jeans, a t-shirt with his flag on it and a thick leather jacket. You stood up and he smiled.

"Come on then lass." (Is that welsh?!) He said, opening the door for you. You smiled. He was as much of a gentleman as his brother. You walked in and he closed the door behind you both. You could smell the smoke and wrinkled your nose.

"You do know they are bad for you." You said, taking the ciggarette out of his mouth and stubbing it out on one of the walls. You saw him frown and reach for the packet you had in your hands. You held it behind you.
"You're not smoking in here. I don't like the smell." You said. You saw him raise an eyebrow then smile.

"Oh really? We'll see about that." He said, before pulling you into a kiss. That surprised you greatly. As far as you knew, he didn't like you. But you liked him. A lot. From his firey red hair to that great scottish accent of his. You felt him grabbing for the packet so you wrapped your arms round his neck, making it impossible for him to get to it. You heard him growl into the kiss and instead of asking, he just forced his way into your cavern, not that you minded. His kiss was aggressive, but you loved it.

You then felt him grab your thighs and almost throw you against the wall, using only his arms to keep you up. The cat calls coming from outside were enough to make you blush. You wrapped your legs round his waist and the hand that didn't hold the ciggarettes started running through his fiery locks. He pulled back and smirked.
"Ready to give my fags back yet lass?" He asked.
"No way." You smirked.

You saw him frown, but the look in his eyes said different and he attacked your neck with biting kisses. You gasped and your hand clutched onto some of his hair. You groaned when he sucked on your soft spot and you dropped the packet, it hitting the floor with a quiet thud. It wasn't heard though, as Scotland was still ravishing your neck with kisses.

You then felt his hands running across your back and his fingers dancing across your skin, sending shivers up your spine. You let out a staggered gasp and pulled him back in for another kiss. You felt his bite your lip gently and smile into the kiss. Even though he was being rough, you could feel the love in his movements.

He then stopped and put you down, just as the door opened, making it look like you had only been kissing. America looked at you as you both walked out.
"Oh, by the way lass, love you." Scotland said as he smiled.
"Love you too." You said, before realising you  no longer held his ciggarettes.
"Um, Scot...You might want ya fags." America yelled. Scotland looked over and dismissed it with a wave of the hand.
"Screw the fags. I've got something new I'm addicted to." He said, smirking at you.