Scotland X Reader (America's little cousin)

"But dudette!" your older cousin, Alfred F. Jones (America) whinned. "You have to go with me, I'll be lonely!"
"I would, but parties just aren't my thing, Alfie, plus we have class tomorrow remember?" you said giving him a look as you looked up from your studying.
You had never understood how your cousin could go partying on a school night and survive the day, but then again you had been born in Puerto Rico and people seemed to take school more seriously there in your opinion. You sighed, about to go back to your studying, when your cousin literally picked you up and began carrying you out the door.
"Alfred! Put me down! I have to finish studying!" you complained trying to free yourself from his iron grip without any luck.
"Nope, you're going with me ____________, you need a break from studying!" Alfred said grinning his dorky little grin before he put you in the passenger side of his car and he climbed in the drivers seat making you sigh.
You grumbled to yourself the whole way as he talked about how amazing this party was going to be. You could care less about this party, but of course Alfred wouldn't listen to you since he believed this was for your own good. Once you finally arrived you followed him inside, deciding it couldn't hurt to stay for a few minutes to see how wasted some of your fellow peers were.
"Alfred, you made it!" Arthur (England) said, smirking as he opened the door and spotted you, making you sigh.
Arthur was Alfred's half brother, but on the opposite side of the family from you meaning Arthur wasn't related to you and he was completely able to hit on you without any problem. Well without any family problems, you sure as heck gave him loads of problems any time he tried to hit on you, but usually Alfred, Francis (France), or Arthur's older brother, Allistor (Scotland) came in and saved you before he got too out of hand. 
You secretly had an eye for the tall red head, but he always seemed so mysterious whenever you were around. Allistor had always been nice to you though, he just didn't seem like the type that would hang around just anyone though, so you figured your crush was hopeless as it always seemed to be. You walked around, completely in your own little world as you daydreamed about Allistor before you found yourself in someone's arms and you looked behind you finding that it was none other then Arthur Kirkland himself that was holding you refusing to let you go.
" 'ello there love, it's nice of you to drop by," Arthur said, earning a dirty look from you.
"I wouldn't be here if Alfred hadn't dragged me, and I dang sure wouldn't be in your lap if I could help it," you said glaring at the blonde. "Now let me go, before I get my cousin--"
"He's a bit distracted I'm afraid," Arthur said cutting you off, grinning smugly.
"Let me go now Arthur," you said getting louder, though you knew it wouldn't do you much good to scream, everyone around was dancing and too drunk to even notice poor you on the couch being held against your will.
"But love, why?" Arthur asked kissing your neck, close enough for you to smell the whiskey on his breath.
"You're drunk number one," you said trying to free yourself, only making his grip on you tighter.
"I am not drunk," he said earning another look from you.
"Then why do you smell like whiskey?" you asked, glaring at him again.
"I've had a bit to drink, yes, but at least I'm not like that bloody fool Allistor," he said, confusing you; what was he rambling about now? "He's a mean drunk, you wouldn't want to be around him love. I'm the nice one." 
"If you're the nice one, why are you holding me against my will?" you asked, ignoring what he had said about your crush; he couldn't be right... could he?
"Saving you from other bloody gits," he said making you sigh since you knew he was about to pass out which would hopefully free you.
"Let the lass go," a voice said making both you and Arthur look up to see Allistor standing in front of you, arms crossed.
"Let her go? Like I'd bloody let her go with you," Arthur said glaring at him.
"Arthur, don't make me hurt you now let ______________ go and leave her alone," Allistor said glaring right back at Arthur.
"Ooo I'm so afraid of the drunkard," Arthur said rolling his eyes, "She likes me better."
"One I am NOT a drunkard," Allistor spat at his brother, "And two if you're so sure of that, let the lass go and see what happens."
"Fine!" Arthur said letting you go.
You got up quickly, earning a shocked look from Arthur, but his look turned into a glare as you went to stand beside Allistor who gently pulled you to his side.
"What do you bloody think you're doing?" Arthur asked, attempting to stand up, but he just fell back on the couch.
"Taking the lass home where she should be," Allistor called as he lead you through the crowd and outside to his car.
"Thank you," you said once you were in his car. "You don't have to take me home... I can walk--"
"It's almost 11 o'clock, I am not letting you walk home at night in this city," Allistor said before he began grumbling to himself about Alfred and Arthur.
"A-Allistor?" you asked quietly making him look over at you. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," he answered allowing his eyes to go back on the road as he began to back out of his driveway.
"What did Arthur mean?" you asked, even though part of you was afraid to find out if Arthur had been telling the truth.
"...About what?" Allistor answered after a long moment of silence.
"Y-you," you stammered.
You heard Allistor sigh before he looked at you as you reached a four-way stop.
"Are you afraid of me __________________?" He asked completely ignoring your question.
"No," you replied tilting your head in confusion at his question.
Allistor smiled a bit before he turned back to the road and began driving again, only confusing you more. Why had he asked you that number one, and why had he still not answered your question number two? You were about to speak up and ask him your question again before he finally let out a deep sigh and he began talking again.
"I do enjoy a drink or two yes, Arthur had that much true, but if you don't want me to drink I won't," He said smirking as you tilted your head, even more confused; What was Allistor implying?
"W-what do I have to do with you drinking?" You finally managed to ask.
"Well," He said as he finally pulled into your driveway and put the truck in park. "Alfred told me."
"T-told you what?" you asked, your eyes growing wide; Alfred wouldn't have told him about your crush would he?!
"That you for whatever reason like me," He said earning a dirty look from you, "Lass there isn't much to like about me. I smoke, I drink, I'm basically an awful person."
"No you're not," you said crossing your arms.
"And how would you know?" Allistor asked giving you an interested look.
"If you were an awful person  you would have let Arthur have his way with me for one thing," you answered. 
"Well yes but--" he tried to say before you cut him off.
"And you would have made me go home by myself," you said. "And you wouldn't want to be around me because I'm just some freak who has a crush on you."
Allistor sat in silence for a moment before he gently placed a hand under your chin and made you look at him.
"One Arthur will never has his way with you. Two I couldn't allow anything to happen to you, and three you're not a freak," He said smirking as he said his last words before he lean in unexpectedly and pressed his lips against yours.
You sat in shock for a moment before you registered what he was doing and you kissed him back, finally pulling away from each other as you had to gasp for air.
"Be my lass?" Allistor asked, his green eyes looking at you lovingly instead of mysteriously.
 "I wouldn't have it any other way," you said smiling before you leaned in and kissed his check before whispering, "but no more smoking."
"But lass!" Allistor whined as you giggled and got out of his truck.
"Bye Allie," you said smiling as you skipped inside your house, not even caring that Alfred and Arthur would both totally flip when they found out; you had your Allistor, and that was all that mattered to you.