Australia x Reader x Scotland-Oh Brother Prologue

Oh Brother

Model!Australia x Lolita!Reader x Punk!Scotland

Prologue

"_______, do me a favor and like look over there for a minute."  Your Polish coworker, Feliks, commanded.

"Okay, I'm looking, and quite frankly I don't see what the big deal is."  You huffed in annoyance as you smoothed out the skirt of your Lolita dress.

"You don't see what the big deal is?  Corner table, tall, tan, messy haired, brunette with the thick eyebrows and the bandaid on his nose."  The blonde pointed out, flipping his shoulder length hair.

"He's attractive, so what?"  You said before turning your attention to a customer who had approached the counter.  

"He's attractive, so what?  Are you kidding me, ______?  You honestly don't recognize him?"  Feliks cried dramatically after you had finished up with the customer.  "That's Jett Kirkland!  You know, the absolutely gorgeous underwear model from Australia!"

"Who?"  You asked.  Seeing as you had been wearing Lolita since high school you didn't read too many fashion magazines and thus weren't familiar with the models that your Polish friend loved so much.

The blonde sighed.  "Do you know who Allistor Kirkland is?"  He asked.

You nodded.  "Well duh I know who he is, he's the lead singer in Chasing Tarantulas, everybody knows who he is!"  You said with a huge grin.

"Wait, I'm sorry, so you have no idea who Jett Kirkland, sex god, is, but you know exactly who that weird punk rocker is?  I don't think you're a real girl, _______."  The green eyed boy muttered.

You rolled your eyes.  "Well excuse me, Mr. Łukasiewicz, for having good taste in music."  You said sarcastically.  "Now, what exactly does Allistor have to do with that guy?"

"They're brothers."  Feliks said simply before turning away to help another customer.

"Oh…"  You muttered before sneaking a glance at the Australian.  Sure enough he had the same bushy eyebrows and sparkling green eyes as his red haired sibling.  "They kind of look similar…"  You muttered.

"Well, duh, they're brothers."  Feliks said, rolling his green eyes.

"Yeah, but brothers don't always look alike."  You pointed out.

"You have a point there."  He muttered before returning his attention to Jett.  "He's so dreamy, _______..."

"Oh brother."  You muttered before turning to help a customer.

The man you came face to face with was a regular and a good friend of yours.  "Good morning, Arthur!  What can I get you today?"  You asked cheerfully.

Arthur smiled back, running a hand through his shaggy blonde hair.  "Good morning, love.  A large cup of black tea please."  He said as he pulled out his wallet and handed you the money.

"How you always have exact change I will never know."  You muttered as you put the money in the cash register.

Arthur laughed as watched you fill a cup with the steaming amber liquid.

"Two cubes of sugar, right?"  You asked for confirmation.

"Right."  The Brit said with a nod.

You quickly plopped in the grainy white cubes and stirred the tea before putting the lid on and handing it to Arthur.

"Thank you, love."  He said.

"You're welcome, come again."  You said with smile.

"You know I will, ______."  He said with a chuckle before heading off to sit down.  

Surprisingly enough the Brit sat down with the Australian man who smiled brightly.

"Wow, I probably should have seen that one coming…"  You heard Feliks mutter.

"Yeah, really."  You agreed.

"Hey, Artie!"  Jett said with a bright smile as he stood up to hug his older brother.

"Hello, Jett."  The British brother responded, mildly annoyed as his brother embraced him.

After their rather awkward hug the two men reclaimed their seats.

"So, mate, who's the cute Sheila at the counter?"  The younger asked, leaning in close to his blonde brother.

Arthur scowled.  "Her name is ______, and I doubt she'd be interested in someone like you."  He scoffed.

Jett rolled his emerald eyes.  "Whatever you say, mate, whatever you say."  He said.

"I assume you have a reason for calling me out here."  Arthur said, raising a thick eyebrow, before lifting his tea to his lips and taking a sip.

"Right, right.  So, I wanted to go over my contract with you before I sign it, since you're the one that knows the most about legal stuff."  The brunette brother said, sheepishly running a hand through his wild locks.

"Well, I guess I could help you out.  Did you bring the contract with you?"  Arthur asked with a small sigh.

Jett nodded excitedly as he pulled some papers out of his messenger bag and handed them to his brother.  "Thanks, mate."

"You're welcome."  Arthur said as he began to skim the pages of Jett's new modeling contract.  

While his brother read over the contract, Jett turned his attention to the doll like girl at the counter who was currently chatting away with her blonde coworker.  Sure, he had thought girls were attractive before, but none had caught his attention quite like this one.  Everything about her was just so different, from her pretty (h/c) locks to her sparkling (e/c) orbs and her bright smile.

"It's called Lolita."  Arthur said suddenly, snapping Jett from his thoughts.

"What?"  The model asked, giving his older brother a confused look.

"What she's wearing, it's called Lolita."  The blonde repeated.

"Yeah, I've heard of it before…"  He muttered turning his attention back to the woman who was now helping yet another customer.

"Would you stop staring at her already?"  Arthur asked, growing more and more annoyed with his sibling.

"Sorry, mate."  Jett muttered.  "Anyways, did you find anything weird in the contract?"

"No, other than the fact that your agent is going to be that bloodly frog Francis Bonnefoy, everything is fine.  You can go ahead and sign it."

Jett laughed.  "Good oil."  He said with a smile before signing the contract.  "Well, thanks, mate.  I guess I should probably get these back to Francis, so I'll see ya later."  He said before standing.

The Australian gave you one last glance before heading out of the café.  "I'll defiantly be visiting this café more often from now on."  He muttered to himself as he headed for the Bonnefoy modeling agency.  

Once the brunette exited the café Feliks turned to you, a devilish smirk plastered on his pink lips.

"What?"  You asked, giving him a confused look.

"He was like totally checking you out!"  He exclaimed quietly.

You rolled your eyes.  "Yeah, and pigs fly."

Feliks scowled at you.  "Girl, I'm telling you, he was so checking you out!  He was like practically drooling over there!"  

"Yeah, no."  You said as you glanced over at the clock that hung on the wall across from you.  "Ugh."  You groaned.  "I still have twenty minutes before I can get away from you."

The flamboyant blonde rolled his eyes. "Wow, ______, that was rude."  He said.  "Saying he wasn't checking you out is like saying Gilbert doesn't hit on you every day when we change shifts."  Feliks announced.  

You laughed.  "Aww, come one, Feliks, you know I love you~"  You chimed, pulling him into a friendly hug.  "Wait, what?  Gilbert has never hit one me before."  

Feliks face palmed.  "You are so unbelievably dense, _______."  He muttered.

You shot him a confused glance before the two of you began to tend to a rather large group of customers.

As you were taking one customer's order you noticed Gilbert Beilschmidt and Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, AKA the next shift, stroll into the café.  Antonio offered a small wave and Gilbert gave you a wink before heading into the break room to clock in and tie on their aprons.

"See?"  Feliks whispered after you had finished up with the customer and were headed for the break room.

"See what?"

"He winked at you, _______!  Winking is flirting!"  Feliks cried.

"Whatever you say, drama queen."  You muttered as Gilbert and Antonio came into view.

"Hey, guys."  You said, giving them a quick wave before untying your apron and smoothing out the skirt of your dress.

"Hey, chica!  How was your day?"  Antonio asked cheerfully as he struggled with his apron, he had never been very good at tying things he couldn't see.

"Good, Feliks sure makes things interesting."  You said with a laugh as you tossed your apron aside and headed over to help Antonio tie his.

"Gracias, ______.  You're a real life saver."  The Spanish man said as you quickly tied a neat bow on his burgundy apron.

"You're welcome, Toni."  You said with a smile.

Gilbert pouted.  "Not fair, Toni, you're stealing all of zhe Frau's attention!  Zhe awesome me needs help tying my apron too."  He said.

You laughed and walked over to help Gilbert, knowing full well he could tie his apron on himself.  "Alright, alright, I'll help you too, Mr. Awesome."  You said as you tied his apron loosely.

"Danke, Frau.  Vhy don't you let me express my gratitude by giving you a kiss?"  He asked.

You giggled a bit.  "I'll have to pass on that one, Gil, but thanks for the offer."  You said before clocking yourself and Feliks out.

"Woah, someone just got rejected!"  Antonio said, letting out his signature 'fusososo' laugh.

Gilbert rolled his eyes as he clocked himself and his brunette friend in.  "Vhatever, Frau, I know you love me~"  He said with his hissing 'kesesese' laugh before heading out to the floor with Antonio.

"Oh yeah," Feliks began, rolling his forest green eyes "he's defiantly not flirting with you."

"He's just joking around, Feliks."  You said with a small laugh.

"Did you see that disappointed look on his face, ______?"  The blonde questioned.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."  You muttered as you grabbed your purse from your staff locker.

"Ugh, seriously, you are like so dense!"  Your friend said.

"Whatever, Feliks.  ______ out!"  You said as you exited the break room and headed for the café's exit.

You were glad your shift was over.  Sure, Feliks was your friend, but you could only take so much of the flamboyant Polish man a day and today he had been a bit more obnoxious than he normally was.

"Yeah, there was no way a guy like that was checking me out, he was probably just questioning my choice in clothing."  You thought to yourself as you strolled down the street.

It was a nice day and you decided you would take the long way home, which meant a nice stroll through the local park.

As you walked you noticed an unoccupied bench in the shade near the pond.  You shrugged.  "Well it's not like I had anything planned for the day."  You said to yourself as you walked over to it and sat down to watch the ducks for a bit.

After a while watching the ducks grew boring, so you decided it was time to do some people watching.  You noticed some kids playing tag while their parents chatted, an elderly gentleman feeding the ducks, a young couple strolling along hand in hand, and a man standing behind an ice cream stand handing a chocolate cone out to a young boy with a bright smile.

You smiled, there wasn't really anything interesting going on in the park at the moment, but it was such a nice day and you didn't really want to go home and deal with your roommate, Elizabeta, complaining about how you spent all your time shopping online for new dresses or blogging instead of going out, so instead of heading back you pulled out a copy of Lord of the Flies by William Golding.

"'We've got to have rules and obey them.  After all, we're not savages.  We're English, and the English are best at everything.'"  

You looked up from your book to see who had recited the well-known quote from the second chapter of the book.  A tall man with bright red hair stood in front of you, his face and ears were littered with piercings.  He wore a black muscle shirt and skin tight red jeans that were ripped all over, his outfit was completed by black combat boots and silver dog tags that hung from his pale neck.  He looked extremely familiar.

"Surprised that a guy like me reads the classics?"  He asked with a deep chuckle.

You shrugged.  "Not really, almost every one reads them at some point in their life."

He chuckled again and extended a pale, silver ring covered, hand to you.  "Allistor Kirkland."  He said with a crooked smiled.

It took everything in you not to have a fangirl moment as you took his hand and shook it gently.  "______ _______."  You responded simply.

Without invitation he claimed the unoccupied seat next to you and draped his arm lazily around your shoulders.

"So, _______, tell me what's a princess like ye doing out here?"  

"Reading, enjoying the day, avoiding my roommate's lectures."  You said with a shrug.

The red head laughed.  "I know how that goes!  Back when I used to live with me brothers the nippin never stopped!  Artie was always on my case aboot band practice bein' too loud and me smoking an' drinking habits.  And then there was Jett, thought 'e was Steve Erwin and narrated everythin'."

You giggled, imaging your blonde friend nagging the punk sitting next to you and his brunette brother running around mimicking the crocodile hunter.  "Well Liz isn't that bad.  She usually just tells me to get off the internet and go outside."  You admitted, causing him to chuckle again.

The two of you continued your conversation for a bit until your phone went off playing one of the songs by Allistor's band.

He smirked at you as you quickly answered your keychain clad phone.

"______!  Where are you?!  I thought you were dead when you didn't come home for four hours after your shift ended!"   Elizabeta cried into the phone so loud that Allistor could make out her accented words clearly.

"Liz, calm down!  I'm at the park.  It was a nice day, so I decided to take the long way home, but I ended up reading and now I'm having a conversation with someone."  You explained quickly.

"What?  You having a conversation?  Are you talking to yourself?"  She questioned.

"No, Liz.  I'm having a conversation with a real person, a living, breathing, human being."  You said, rolling your eyes.

Allistor chuckled as he overheard Elizabeta's words.

"Wow, ______, I'm just so happy for you right now."  You could hear her start to sniffle on the other end.

"Whatever, Liz.  I'm hanging up now, so go bug Roderich or something."  You grumbled before hanging up on your Hungarian roommate and tossing your phone back into your purse.

"I never would've guessed ye were a fan."  Allistor admitted.

"That's what most people say, but I really enjoy your band.  Your voice is so different, and the way the other members play their instruments….Geez, I can't even describe how perfect it sounds."  You said with a nervous laugh.

You could feel your face heating up under the Scotsman's emerald gaze.

"Ye know what, ______?  I like you.  Most girls would just suck up to me, and totally ignore me band mates, but yer different, lass.  I mean, ye didn't even fangasm when I started talkin' t' ye."  He said with a chuckle.

You felt your blush grown more intense.  "Thank you."  You muttered, unsure of how to respond properly.  "I uh- I should get going."  You said, quickly standing, only to have your wrist ceased by the punk rocker.

"Wait, before ye go give me yer number."  He said before releasing your wrist.

The redhead quickly reached into his back pocket and pulled out his smartphone.  He pulled up a new contact page and handed it to you.

"Oh, sure."  You muttered as you took the phone and quickly typed in your name and number for him.

Once he got it back he snapped a picture of you and gave you a wink.  "I'll text ye later."  He said before allowing you to run off.

As soon as you were out of sight Allistor's band mates appeared out of nowhere.

"She was cute."  The American known as Alfred said with his mouth full of a McDonald's burger.

Tim, the quiet Dutchman, gave a small nod of agreement.

"Did you get her number?"  Matthias, the Danish band member, asked curiously.

"Yeah, she is."  Allistor said, agreeing with the American.  "Course I got 'er number!  Do ye really think I'm goin' t' pass up the chance to get the number of a lass who doesn't fawn over me like a crazy bitch?"  

Matthias laughed.  

And this is how your life as the object of affection for Jett and Allistor Kirkland started.