𝓘𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

the troubles

(No not the troubles in ireland and Northern ireland.)

This is probably gonna be the last one.
Idk if I'm going to write a new one so this one should be 6000-8000 words.
I hope.
Also I buried my sanity in the garden yesterday bc I do these things.
Yw.
As always vocab at the end
This one will contain fluff and possibly a tinsy bit of smut.(no fucking shit fiadh she's fucking pregnant)
YoU hAvE bEeN wArNeD.
Can they unmask the terrorist leader before they strike again? 0_0

Put yur guess who u think it is on this line.
Hint: it's not a character that comes up alot.

(Ireland pov)

It's been a week since I found out I was pregnant.
I still have not told Scotland.
I had to tell him, so I called him.
'Hey! You ok?' He asked in greeting.
Ever since I was attacked almost 8 months ago he was always worried.
Since then we had officially started dating and England actually didn't care.
'Yea everything is fine, I was just wondering if you could come over?'
'Sure, IL be over in 20' he said and hung up.
I curled up into a ball.
What if Scotland reacted badly?
What if he left me?
I couldn't think about any of that. I just had to hope Scotland was as good a person as he seemed.
But would he even want kids?
He was 20 since March, I was 18 since January.
I was once again brought back to reality by a knock on the front door.

Scotland stood there, looking at my pale and tear streaken face.
He quickly placed his hands on each side of my face and pulled me closer.
'What happened? Are you ok? Why are you crying?'
'Just come in aonbheannaigh' I said with a small laugh.
He followed me in and sat on the couch.
'What is it?' Scot asked as he sat down.
'Promise me you won't react wrong?'
'Ireland your worrying me' he said with a concerned look on his face.
I handed him the test.
He looked at it, his face going pale.
'Are you actually pregnant?' He asked.
I nodded.
'Mh-hm' I said as a response.
I thought he was going to walk out.
But he didn't.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.
'How long have you known?'
'A week.'
'Why didn't you tell me?'
'I was scared. I thought you would react wrong an-
I didn't get to finish the sentence because Scotland pressed his lips to mine,hard.

I gave a small gasp of shock for some reason that I could not fathom.
He gently pulled away, looking almost angry.
'You should have told me. Now I feel bad, like I did something' he said in a sullenly quiet voice.
I softly placed my hands on his face, pulling closer so that my head was resting on his.
'No, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just my paranoia.Please dont feel like that!'
He mumbled something into my neck.
'Hm? What?'
'Sorry...'
'You have nothing to be sorry about. Why are you sorry?'
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
'Ah' I said in response, biting my lip.
He laughed at my reaction and pulled me ontop of him, lying down on the couch. He wrapped his arms around me once again.
We stayed like that for a bit until England called.
'Umh.. we have a problem.'
'What type of problem Eng? Burn the house down again?'
I frowned.
Again?

'I wish it was that simple. Wales And NI were playing outside when gunshots started firing. They got inside but the bullets shattered the glass and now their waiting outside. Whatever mess you got into this time you better fucking sort it out because the twins are fucking terrified.'
'I'm coming now.'
They'll shoot you!'
'Not if I shoot them first.'
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO GET A GUN?!'
'Compartment under the dash'
'HUH?!?'
'I'm coming, just stay put for now.'
He hung up with terror in his eyes.
'You need to go now' I said.
'Can you come? You might be some comfort to the twins'
'OK but we have to go now!'
We both sprinted to the car and definitely broke the speed limit to the house.We parked at the gate and Scotland opened the compartment under the dash and surely enough there was a gun with 30 bullets.
'Seamrag, you ok?'
'Fine'
He took the gun in one hand and my hand in the other.