~The Best Friend~ Scotland x Reader Ch. 4

"Think twice before you touch my girl

Come around I'll let you feel the burn

Think twice before you touch my girl

Come around come around no more"

~Eve 6, Think Twice


Chapter 4: She's Mine


The rest of the day was pretty boring for both you and your best friend. There was nothing to watch on TV, you were both stuck on Resident Evil, and the party wasn't for another three days. Sure, you could call up Francis, but you didn't want to do it in front of Allistor. He always got so tense if you even mentioned your boyfriend. You just lazed around your house, doing nothing. "I think I'm going to head home..." Allistor replied, playing around with the piece of pocky in his mouth. You two had been hanging around Kiku to much. "Alright....text me tonight." You said, face still expressionless. He smiled. "Of course, [Nickame]."

Allistor walked home, looking at the cars passing by...until he bumped into someone. "Sorry, lad...I just....shit." He said. The man he bumped into was a blonde with fair skin and blue eyes. He had a disgusted look on this face. "Oh, it's you." He said, his French accent just like his face. He crossed his arms. "Where are you going?" "I'm going home. My mum is coming back from the hospital tonight." Allistor replied. Francis got in his face. "Where are you coming from?" Allistor shrugged. "[Name's]. She's my best friend after all." Francis raised an eyebrow. "Ah. She could have a better pick in friends. I honestly wouldn't be friends with a ginger who didn't support my relationships." The redhead grabbed his shoulders and pressed him against a tree.

Meanwhile, you were at home, drinking hot chocolate, watching reruns of Friends and listening to Vocaloid. "Evil flower, steadily bloom, with an array of colourful doom. Now people speak of her without a second thought, the daughter of evil had received what she sought." You sang, stirring the brown liquid. You were completely oblivious to what was happening a block away.

Francis glared at Allistor right in the eye. "Say. Ginger. Again." The Scotsman growled. Francis smirked. "I won't." "Now where are you going?" "Easy. [Name's] house. She is my girlfriend after all." Your best friend hated that word. Girlfriend. He especially hated it when it was said by Francis. "You know, [Name] might be oblivious to it, but I know what you're up to. Don't you dare hurt her, or I swear I will unleash all of my Kirkland wrath on you. Get it, Frenchie?" All Francis could do was laugh. "What I'm dying to know is why you are so concerned about your friend's love life. I mean, honestly. She's told me that every single time she had a boyfriend, you jumped all over her like a frog. Tell me, Allistor. Why are you so scared of [Name] falling in love?"  Allistor tightened his grip. "She's my best friend. I've cared about her longer than you've been in the U.S. For all that time, we've had eachother's backs. Hurting her is like hurting my mother. She helped me, and I paid her back. She actually means the world to me, and seeing her sad is like seeing my whole family die before my eyes." He snapped. Francis laughed again. "I think it's because of a different reason...you're in love with [Name]." "What?! I-I-I-" "I know by the way you look at her, the way you speak of her. But let's face it. You're only the best friend. I'm the boyfriend. You will never, ever, ever have [Name] as long as I am around. You understand that?" Allistor was speechless. All he could do was slump down to the floor. "Have you ever been in love with someone so close, but they were in love with someone else? That's the life of the best friend. You're the boyfriend, Francis. You get everything, including her side for it all. I know the truth about you, and no matter how much I tell her, she won't believe me. You're a fucking asshole, even if [Name] doesn't see it. Put yourself in my shoes for once. Do you know how it feels to hurt Francis? Do you?" Francis stood up above the boy, and put his foot on his back, pushing him down. "Allistor, I know your situation. I know it hurts. But do I care? Hell to the fucking no. Like I said before, you will never have [Name] as long as I am around. And I don't plan on going anywhere." Allistor laid on the floor, his nose bleeding from being pushed onto the rough ground. "I hate you, Francis..I fucking hate you..."

The next day, you walked into school, cheerily. A hand grabbed you, and you saw Emma. She had a distressed lookon her face, as if she had seen a ghost. "What's wrong, Ems?" You asked. "It's Hendrik...he ran away yesterday!" She cried, hugging you. "Mom's gone into depression, and Daddy's smoking the drugs again!" Her tears stained your black sweater. You were in the middle of a hallway....on Wednesday morning....with a crying Belgian on your shoulder. Wow. "Just...just go to Science, Em....you'll feel better there..." You said, letting her go. She nodded, and walked away. As you turned around, you were scared shitless by a pair of green eyes...right...in front...of yours.... "AHHH!" "Hola, chica!" Their owner said, smiling. It was a tan skinned boy, presumably Spanish, with chocolate brown hair and those eyes you saw seconds ago. "Now, Antonio, you can't go scaring a frau like that. Especially our French friend's." Another voice said, and an albino walked towards you two, smirking. His hair was short, and he was slightly taller than 'Antonio'. "Sorry, Gil, but this one's pretty!" The ditzy Spaniard said, excitedly. "Back off, assholes. This one is rightfully mine." You felt warm hands on your shoulder, and Francis was right behind you, smiling. You blushed. "Aw, c'mon, Francy-Pants! This one looks like a girl me or mi tomate would date!" "Here we go again with that Lovino...you talk about him like he's more awesome than me..." "I do not!" "Oh really?" The two fought while Francis watched. You slowly slipped away, until you heard Antonio call after you. "But, chica! The Bad Touch Trio didn't get your number!" "Hold on, frau! You need to see my awesome five meters!" Gilbert shouted, and you instantly blushed. "DO. NOT. WANT."