ScotlandXReader? -SHORT-

" Scottie! You know smoking is bad for you!"
"Oh come on lassie~ I'm a country! Nothing can happen~!"
You huffed and snatched the cigar out of his hand. You felt happy and all you even managed to get even the slightest bit of respect from the Scottish man, not to mention he the actual personification of Scotland itself, but he always did that one pet-peeve of yours that drove you crazy. The alcohol and smoking.
Every time you even walked by him, he always seemed to have some access to a cigar/cigarette or pint of beer!
...
You sighed. He just loved to make your life a living hell.
"Scottie, please, you can smoke and drink and what not, but just not with me around, okay?" You looked up and ruffled his auburn hair, not really messing it up any more than it usually is. He just smacked your hand away.
"'Oy, you really shouldn't be telling me what to do lassie. I'm a country, if I must remind ya'. You have no control of what I do." He looked down at you with his green eyes that complemented his hair perfectly. But you rolled your eyes and slammed the cigar down on the ground, and squashed it with your foot... only to look up and see him lighting a new cigarette, with a grin on his face. His eyes just read, "You mad lassie~?"
You growled. "You're impossible!"