Name's Angus Kirkland, personification o' Scotland an' the better part o' the United Kingdom.
Drop in an' say hi, s'not like I got anythin' better to do. I don't bite.
{ indie OC Scotland RP blog for Hetalia
Relationship status: single
Face Claim: Bastien Bonizec / Scarlett Howard }
Are you doubtin’ my comedic ability? Shame on you, shame.
—It’s no’ even your paperwork!
An’ there’s nothin’ wrong wi’ Britian’s place in the world, thanks very much. No need t’be a twat about it.
Oh, the shame of it.
There’s nothing wrong with giving others advice to better themselves in some way. In this case, it is your general work ethic. I’m sorry, but there really is no excuse for it.
A century ago there was nothing you Britons would not and could not build, now you ‘can’t be arsed’, and now Britain is…well, its current state of affairs is all the evidence needed. Imagine what would have happened to my nation if my people and I ‘couldn’t be arsed’ to get back up again after the two wars? But we could be arsed. We worked so damn hard we worked ourselves back to the top, greater than ever before.
Britain, however, just ambles along behind the likes of Francis and I. Britain’s mentality needs to change if it wants to live up to its great name and have a standing in the world—a standing in which it will be listened to and not dismissed as it currently is. It is sad to see Britain now. - a shadow of its former self that cannot accept the reality.
…
I think you need t’relax a bit, mate.There’s no need t’be gettin’ yer knickers all up in a twist over a wee bit o’ my paperwork.
Sit down an’ have a drink. An’ a biscuit. O’ three.
I want a baby brown bear.
If I wear a bear suit will tha’ do?
Please do.
Enjoy.
..Would you like something to eat, then?#Aye, please.
Shh, shh.
I will make you some stew.
Now do stop crying on the floor.
It makes me less inclined to ever sleep with you.
… Yer a good man, Francis. A good good man.
//oh well in that case he’ll just get right up off the floor immediately.
I feel like I need t’change my look.
Maybe I could get a haircut. Or grow it. Or dye it.
I want a baby brown bear.
If I wear a bear suit will tha’ do?
..Would you like something to eat, then?#
Aye, please.
Well, I try m’best. I could be a comedian if I really wanted.
Alright, alright, I get the point. I’ll get right onto it.
… as soon as I can arsed wi’ it.
…I’m sure.
And not ‘as soon as you can be arsed’—right away! Now! It is this exact mentality that keeps Britain where it is in the world at the moment, and others that I don’t care to mention.
Are you doubtin’ my comedic ability? Shame on you, shame.
—It’s no’ even your paperwork!
An’ there’s nothin’ wrong wi’ Britian’s place in the world, thanks very much. No need t’be a twat about it.
… Who called the paperwork police?
Aye, I jus’ gotten up, aye, I have work t’do.
Is there a problem here, Officer Ludwig?
Oh Schottland, you’re so funny.
I am simply pointing out that you’re very late. Your paperwork has most likely piled up, and your boss will give you an earful—or he would if he cared about productivity at all. I am trying to spare you what I am dealing with that the moment—so spare me the cheek.
Well, I try m’best. I could be a comedian if I really wanted.
Alright, alright, I get the point. I’ll get right onto it.
… as soon as I can arsed wi’ it.
{ /falls in love with dem-deutschen-volke’s Germany ok bye }
