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Bella Oxsterina, also known as Helenski, was celebrating her 20th birthday. Or at least she was celebrating her birthday with her twin, which meant she was at the club. She smiled, watching her sister go on the dance floor, followed by other capitals and some younger countries.
Older countries were watching, though some were dancing with their partners. Bella smiled, watching her parents dance to the beat. Then her eyes went to her best friend Whittney, who was dancing with the Netherlands, who smiled at her.
“I’m glad she’s happy,” she whispered, taking a drink of her mead.
“Don’t let mae little brother hear ya.”
Bella looked over and saw Alistair Kirkland, also known as Scotland, Whitney’s uncle, and the man whose heart fluttered. She found herself blushing as he gave a smile.
“Hello, Allie...” She replied, looking away shyly.
“Speaking of overprotectiveness, it seems your uncles and parents are busy.”
“Ja…”
“So would you like to come with me so I can give you mae present?” he asked, his breath on her ear.
“Ja,” she whispered, her face getting even redder.
Alistair smiled; he loved his lass, especially with her reactions. He took her hand and gently kissed it before having her stand up with him and head out the door. He caught the eye of his niece, who nodded. He smiled, nodding at her; his niece would make sure the Nordics wouldn’t ask about Bella.
They drove from the club, out of the city to the country. Soon they were pulling into a small cottage. Alistair parked and got out before opening Bella’s side and carrying her to the cottage.
“It’s beautiful.”
“We have it for the weekend, Lass,” he said.
Bella’s turned red, then she started to speak.
“For the weekend, what about my parents…”
“I called in a favor with Prussia and Canada.”
Bella frowned.
“I hope you didn’t ruin their plans.”
“Nae, Canada said he needed to talk to your parents about trades anyway. And Prussia hasn’t had a drink with Denmark in a while.”
Bella nodded as she snuggled into her boyfriend’s chest. Alistair smiled and opened the door to the cottage. Once he closed the door with his foot, he sat Bella on the floor as he locked the front door. When he turned back, he was attacked by the winter bond, who kissed him. He smirked, pulling her close and biting her bottom lip to enter her mouth.
They pulled away to catch their breaths, then he picked her up, her legs going around his waist.
“Bedroom,” Alistair ordered.
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Alistair watched as his girlfriend slept, her winter blond hair on the pillows. Her pale skin was covered with hickeys. He was proud of himself and then remembered he had his own bites. Bella's Viking side had come out and had claimed him as much as he claimed her.
“Beautiful lass,” he said, kissing her neck.
“Allie…” Bella replied, her eyes opening.
“Morning, lass. What would you like to do?”
“Ya,” she said, snuggling him.
Alistair laughed; his love was shy, but she also could be very pushy when she woke up. Sometimes she wanted to sleep; other times, she wanted to be kissed. This time she wanted him.
“Okay lass, one round... then we’ll eat.”
“Ja,” Bella replied, kissing him again.