Alright, this is going to be my third story, first reader insert… bear with me please… I’d love to see some comments about it, spelling and story.
-If you see (..) in the story, that means that the author has to say something
-If you see a *, then there is more info about it in the description down below ^^
And the rest, like (h/c, h/l)(e/c)(name) speaks for itself, I guess ^^
-I’ll try to do France’s accent right… there is a z when there actually needs to be a th and the h is replaces by an ‘ , because French people can’t pronounce the h…
-Also, I used °C … I looked it up on the internet and 40 °C (Celsius) would be equal to 313 K (Kelvin) and 104 °F (Fahrenheit) Just some extra information if you don’t know how much it is… I hope it helps, if it’s just complete rubbish… then never mind
Alrighty then, here we go!
Enjoy the story, Loves!
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It was a beautiful Saturday morning. The sun was shining and white fluffy clouds floated across the light-blue sky.
A (h/l, h/c) girl walked down the road, smiling happily.
A blond haired Brit sat down in one of his favourite coffee shops. Opening and reading the newspaper and sipping on his Early Grey flavoured tea.
As you walked, your mind wandered off to the nice warm cup of tea from your favourite coffee shop down your street.
Small bells chimed as you stepped through the wooden door.
The lady behind the counter kindly greeted you, and you did the same back with a small ‘Hello’ and a kind smile. As you waited for your order, your (e/c) eyes looked around for a nice spot.
The bushy eyebrows of the blond made a frown on his face as he read what was in the paper. He pulled it up a bit and rested the bottom of it on the table, blocking his sight from the rest of the shop. Casually sipping on his still warm tea as he read it. Rubbing his temples, it has been a busy week for him and he just wanted some free time, to get away from the little stress his work had given him (In this story, Arthur is indeed the personification of England, just so you know ^^).
Not noticing the girl that sat across from him on the small table.
‘Hehe, Arthur doesn’t even notice me! Silly, handsome Brit that he is...’
You thought as you sat down in front of him.
Pushing the newspaper down with one finger, just enough to meet his bright forest green eyes, which went slightly wider as he met your nice (e/c) ones.
“Good morning, Arthur. How are you today?”
You smiled at him. He smiled softly back, sighing slightly as he closed his newspaper and put it away, eyes shining with excitement once he saw you,
“Ah, good morning to you too, love! I’m doing great, how about you?”
He already forgot about his work…
“Me too! Good to hear you’re doing great, I’ve heard from some people that their work was pretty stressful. I hope that’s not the case by you…”
You trailed off as you began to think,
‘He still hasn’t told me what he actually does, has he?’
A small drop of sweat trickled down on the side of his face, he had been stressed out, but…
‘I’m not going to get her worried about me, I can’t do that to her’
He gave you a nervous grin,
“N-no, love, my work has been good! Hehe…”
Your cup of tea was in your hands, with your lips on the rim of it. Looking at Arthur with an unsure look on your face,
“Hmm… You sure?”
You asked as you took a sip.
“Why yes of course! W-why would I lie to you?”
‘Because you mean to much to me to let you be worried…’
He said to himself, sighing as he relaxed a bit and took a sip of his tea.
You still weren’t sure if he really was okay, but apparently he didn’t want to talk about it, so you didn’t push any further.
“Alright then… So… Well then… How’s work going?”
You didn’t actually know what to talk about, he was your best friend… And you may have a small crush on him… Oh, scratch that, huge, enormous, gigantic crush. You two have known each other for over 2 years, the first time you met was in the same place and seats you two were now. And still you didn’t really know how to start a conversation with him… But not to worry, Arthur never minded.
You two talked further about each other’s week and sat in the shop for a good hour, or two.
“Oh bloody hell, would you look at the time… I’m sorry Love, but I have to go…”
Arthur said as he stood up and collected his things. You looked slightly disappointed,
“O-oh… Well, see you later then”
Arthur smiled softly at you, seeing and hearing the disappointed in your voice,
“Don’t worry, we will see each other tomorrow morning, right?”
“Heh, yes. That's true. Bye Arthur"
You watched him leave, a dreamy look in your eyes and face slightly red. You loved the way he called you, but he almost did that to every woman he knew well...
You sighed, finished your tea and walking back home. You and Arthur never talked for long, he was most of the time busy with work and came only on Friday evening, Saturday and Sunday morning, 9 o'clock straight. And even in the weekend he had much to do for work...
'Maybe I could ask him if he has any plans next weekend, and if I could come over to his place, just for some tea and a nice talk...
And staring in those amazing green eyes, looking at that handsome face with that soft and kind smile...'
You shook your head,
'I'm getting weirder and weirder with my thoughts about him... I mean, his IS a true gentleman, and a handsome one too, but he could never like me the way I do...'
You reached your home and unlocked the front door. You walked in and was greeted by your cat (sorry if you don't have one, absolutely HATE them and/or are allergic to them... But anyway, you have one in this story ). She purred happily as you picked her up and walked towards the couch. You turned the TV on and simply just watched some stuff and petted the purring fur ball in your lap.
“What am I going to do with him…?”
--meanwhile at Arthur’s house--
Arthur sighed as he closed the door of his huge house behind him, he didn’t want to leave so soon, although it had been 2 hours of talking. Still, he loved (name)’s company… But he had too much work to do now; he couldn't afford to slack off. He set his things on the kitchen table, taking a plate of homemade scones and walking to his office. (I don’t know where I’ve seen it, probably on Tumblr somewhere, but there was a head canon about England being actually a good cook, but only messes up when cooking for others… I’m gonna use that XP *)
While he nommed on some scones he started up his computer and began to work, sending mails to other countries, calling his boss about things, etc.
But after a while his sight began to fill with small black spots… he closed his eyes for a moment and opened them when he felt better again. This would repeat for every half hour or so, and every next time it became worse with first slight headache, but that would increase with every half hour that would pass. He just simply brushed it off and went further with his work,
‘I’ll take an aspirin after I’m done with this page…’
After a good three hours, he heard some loud banging on his door. Jumping a little at the noise he sighed in annoyance as he already knew who it would be… Walking down the stairs and opening the door, looking at a not-surprisingly happy and hyperactive dirty blond haired, blue eyed American.
“Hey dude! Wanna hang out with us?!”
He almost yelled at Arthur.
Arthur cringed a little and almost had to cover his ears and glared angrily at the American.
“Alfred you git! You don’t have to shout when you’re this close to me!!”
He yelled back, his temper even shorter than normal cause of the stressful work.
Alfred just laughed it off and walked in. As the Britt turned around to walk after him, he heard an all too familiar laugh…
“Ohonhonhonhon~ Why ‘ello there, Angleterre~”
So that’s what Alfred meant with ‘us’. Arthur stopped death in tracks, his face red from anger,
“YOU BLOODY FROG! DON’T YOU DARE TO GET IN MY HOUSE!!”
“Wow! Iggy, chill man!”
But it was already too late, Francis was in and walking towards Alfred to the living room. And poor Arthur just followed them, you almost could see the steam coming out of his ears.
“WOULD YOU TWO BLOODY IDIOTS JUST LEAVE AND—“
“And what Angleterre~?”
“Yeah man, you feeling OK?”
Arthur had frozen in place, his eyes wide and staring in nothing particularly, his face paled dangerously fast and his hand went up to rub his temple.
“Oh bloody hell-“
He mumbled as his sight began to fill with black spots again, but this time they didn’t stop and quickly it was black in front of his eyes.
The two man just stood there watching him fall down, frozen in shock. But quickly enough they got to his sight and tried to shake him awake, which didn’t work.
“Yo! DUDE! Wake up!”
“Amérique, it’s not working. Let’s pick ‘im up and lay ‘im in bed, oui?”
“Y-yeah, let’s do that…”
Alfred had been quiet after he pick him up, the French was slightly worried too, he had never seen Alfred, nor Arthur like this. There was a time that England had been very sick, and the Frenchmen took care of the Brit. Alfred had helped too, but wasn’t that worried about it, he didn’t really knew what sickness meant that time.
But this time… Alfred still cared about his big brother, although they weren’t always ‘best friends’ with each other.
They laid him in bed, Francis got some medicine and cold wet towels. He asked Alfred to go downstairs and wait for him. After some discussion about it he finally went down and waited, pacing through the room.
After an hour, that felt more like a whole day to Alfred, Francis came back, roughly being gripped by the shoulders by Alfred. The Frenchmen looked surprised but explained what he thought that was wrong with Arthur.
“I zink ‘e ‘as been stressing too much lately… ‘e ‘as a fever, just like back zen… So all we can do now is wait…”
Alfred was pleased to hear that it was not too bad.
They made a deal, today and tomorrow they would both ‘babysit’ England. Monday, France. Tuesday, America. Then Wednesday, France again. Etc.
Every hour they would check on him and refresh the towel that laid on his forehead. Arthur would mumble some things in his sleep, but that was inaudible for the two.
And this may surprise you, but they certainly were worried about him.
~Time skip to next day~
You walked through the wooden door of the shop, ordered your tea and sat down at the same table as the day before.
“Hmm… Arthur sure is late today…”
You mumbled to yourself as you looked at you watch, it was already 10:45. Arthur would normally be there around 45 minutes ago, but not today.
It disappointed you greatly, your best friend wasn’t even picking up his phone. And it slightly worried you too, what if something had happened to him?
‘Nah~ Arthur would probably just have slept in and maybe had some work to do too’
You thought as you walked back home. Noticing that dark grey clouds were coming towards the city. It was going to rain later today. Great…
Alfred watched at the Brit’s phone, debating if he should pick it up or not. But the ID was showing and he saw that it was you, he thought that it would be better if you didn’t know about the situation right now, so he just left it ringing.
“Why don’t you pick it up?”
Francis asked as he passed by.
“It’s (name), and we don’t want her to know about it. Do we? I mean, they are good friends… But I also know that Arthur cares about her, a lot… He wouldn’t want her to be worried about him”
Alfred answered as he looked at the Frenchmen, who just smiled and sighed softly, looking up the stairs,
“So ‘e does ‘ave someone ‘e cares about, zat’s good to know. I always zought zat ‘e didn’t ‘ave any friends, but to ‘ear zat ‘e ‘as one and even someone ‘e loves… zat makes the situation a little bit better, non?”
“Yes it does”
Alfred smiled, almost every country saw England as a short tempered, corrective, tea loving, lonely man. Alfred knew about (name) and that they were good friends, it made him feel better, that Arthur had found someone after so long being alone. When America became independent England had fell in a slight depression. And yes it had been a really long time ago and England eventually came out of it, but still was rather lonely at times. It was good for him to finally have found a friend to spent time with him when he needed it.
The next week went by rather quickly and you just couldn’t get your mind off of your dear friend, but you waited until Friday. You knew how busy he was with work and only had time in the weekends. He did told you that he had to travel a lot, so you two couldn’t sit and talk just for a bit.
After you had dinner, you took your laptop and did some stuff you needed to be done and rather did it now then had to rush it Sunday…
A few hours passed and you looked at the time, it was almost 9. You saved everything and shut your laptop down. Getting your purse, putting on your jacket and walked outside, making sure to lock your door as you walked down the same route as every weekend.
Again you waited with your tea at the café, but Arthur never came, nor did he pick up his phone…
‘Alright, this is strange… The second time already…
“Arthur, you idiot! Letting me wait again and not picking your phone either!” you said as you left a message in his voicemail, you sighed and talked further,
“I care about you, you know. It worries me… Just.. just call me back when you can, ‘kay? …Bye…”
You ended it with a sigh. Not knowing that two men on the other side of the line heard everything. They looked at each other with a sympathetic look on their faces.
‘If he still isn’t showing himself tomorrow morning… I’ll go to him and see for myself, yes! That’s what I’m going to do!’ You told yourself.
That night you weren’t able to sleep well, it really did worry you about Arthur.
What if’s were running around in your head, making that worried feeling only grow…
After a few hours of turning in bed, you gave up and threw the sheets off of you. It was 2.30 in the freaking morning and you still couldn’t sleep.
‘Maybe a nice cup of tea with milk would help me get some sleep, it always makes me calm…’ A yawn escaped your lips as you walked down the stairs to the kitchen.
After the tea you began to feel sleepy and walked back to bed. You just let yourself fall on the mattress and quickly threw the covers back over you, directly after that you fell asleep. Luckily you set your alarm, otherwise you would sleep in and miss the chance to see Arthur.
You slammed your cup on the table, getting some confused looks as you did.
‘That’s it! It’s time that I’m going to look what’s wrong with him!’
On your way to Arthurs house the sky was turning grey and not long after it began to rain,
“Oh, great! Rain!” Sarcasm dripping off your voice. You reached the front door and rang the bell.
Alfred looked up as he heard the bell, Francis was upstairs to look how Arthur was doing.
“Oh! Hi (name)!!” Alfred energetically as he saw you, almost forgetting one important thing… You weren’t able to know what was going on right now… Oops…
“Eh… (n-name)… Aaaaahhh!!”
You stoot there, in the rain, dumbfounded about what just happened… Alfred just slammed the door shut, right in your face.
‘Okay, something’s really wrong here…’
Alfred ran upstairs,
“Francis! Francis! (na--“
“Alfred! Be quiet!” Francis harshly whispered to Alfred.
“Sorry… But, (name) is standing right outside… I opened the door and found her there!”
“R-really? What did you do?”
“Just slammed the door shut”
“And left ‘er in ze rain?! Imbécile! You never let a dame stand outside in ze cold rain! Get ‘er inside and we’ll zink of somezing”
Francis pushed Alfred to the stairs.
He nervously re-opened the door and found an angry looking, arms crossed, foot tapping, wet and glaring girl.
“Are you going to let me in now?”
You kind of growled at him,
He rubbed the back of his head and stepped aside to let you in, apologizing for earlier.
“It’s fine, Alfred… Could you get me a towel or two?”
“Eh, yeah sure…”
As he returned with the towels and you started drying your hair and face you asked him why he was here.
“Eehh, well… you see… ehm…”
“God, Alfred… Just spill it already”
“R-right… Eh, well… Arthur needed help with his work…”
“Okay… That’s weird of him to ask you… I know you two aren’t always on good terms… And you are acting very strange…”
Alfred gulped, he never was really good at lying… As he was about to replay someone walked down the stairs,
“Ah! Mon ami! It is good to see you, ‘ow are you (name)?”
Francis walked up to you two and kissed the back of your hand.
“Francis? What are you doing here? Guys, where is Arthur? If he knows you two are here… “
Francis sighed and smiled,
“Why don’t we sit down in ze living room, oui? And I’ll go looking for some dry clothes for you, you could get sick if you stay in zose wet clothes of yours”
“Eh.. O kay?”
Nothing was said when Francis was getting you some dry clothes.
“I ‘ave found zese in Arthur’s closet. Zey may be too big, but it was ze smallest”
He said as he handed you a big looking dark red blouse. You thanked him and walked to the bathroom to change.
Meanwhile you were gone, both men sweat broke out and they began to panic a bit. But before they could find a good excuse you were already back…
They decided to just tell the truth.
You sat on the couch as Francis and Alfred took the chairs in front of you, on the other side of the salon table. Briefly looking at each other and looking back at you, you arched an eyebrow and waited, nervously playing with the hem of Arthur’s blouse.
‘Something is really wrong... Oh god, what is happening??’
“You see, (name),” Alfred began,
“Arthur is sick… We think his work has finally became too much for him…”
“So you’re saying he is stressed out? But I thought he said that work was going great and nothing was wrong…”
“When was zat?”
“Exactly a week ago…”
“What exactly does he has?”
“A high fever”
“How high?” That’s when Alfred spoke up again, he was the last one who measured his temperature, not knowing what would happen after saying how high…
“WHAT?!! ALFRED! THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE!! HE SHOULD BE DEAD BY SUCH A HIGH TEMPERATURE!”
You really began to panic now! It is not possible for a living person to have higher than 40 or 41 oC, with such high temperature your cells will be destroyed…
Francis glared at Alfred,
‘Zank you very much, Amérique. You just made zings worse…’
A few sweat drops began to for on Alfred’s forehead,
‘What now, what now what now?! Oh god… I swear if we’re able to fix this… I’m not gonna eat by Mc D’s for a whole day!’
Francis saw no way out then just tell you the whole story and what all three men actually did for work.
He managed to calm you down and set you back on the couch. He told you the whole story about them and that he was the personification of France, Alfred personification of America and Arthur the personification of England.
He and Alfred told you about their history with England and what had happened to him and the others too.
Let’s just say that you learned more about the history of England, France and America in one day than you actually would get in a whole year of History in school…
Both men looked at you and waited for a reaction, good or bad. You just stared at them and needed to let all the information sink in.
“So, if I get this straight, you are the personification of France, the land of roses and red wine… And you the personification of America, the land of fast-food and other… un-healthy things… to put it lightly…”
“Oui, you got zat right…”
“And Arthur is the personification of England, the land of tea, double decker buses, red phone boxes and…”
You rattled some more about the most known things of England, as Alfred cut in,
“You know that much about England?”
You stopped, mouth still open, eyes wide.
A deep red blush made his way to your cheeks and you lowered your head, your interest going to your lap, where your hands were neatly folded.
You barely whispered, but they heard it loud and clear.
“You like ‘im, don’t you?”
“He might like ya back, though”
“I highly doubt that, he’s a freaking nation, amazing and handsome… I’m just a simple girl, not really beautiful or ladylike. There are a lot better girls in the world then me… He would never like me the same way I do…”
Alfred was about to say something, but Francis hold him.
“Why don’t you just go to ‘is room and talk with ‘im? ‘e might be awake by now”
After some discussion about it, you really weren’t sure if you could do that… You finally went upstairs and knocked on his door.
No answer came, but you opened the door and walked in. It was dark in the room, but you could easily make out his bed and window.
You took a chair and sat next to his bed, looking at him.
His face was read and he was sweating some, tossing his head around sometimes and mumbling something under his breath. It hurt you to see him like this.
You took a deep breath and searched for his hand. As you found it, you took it in yours and held it close.
You sat there for a while and Arthur’s grip on your hand would sometimes get stronger, it somehow let you know that he didn’t want you to leave.
It was getting late and you really didn’t want to leave, but you had to.
“Oh Arthur… Get well soon…”
You said as you bend over to kiss his forehead.
But something happened what you hadn’t planned for… Arthur suddenly pulled you to him, on his bed. He had smelled your sent and unconsciously pulled you close with a smile on his face,
He mumbled as you laid next to him, his arms finding their way to your waist and gripping them tight.
You didn’t know how to react, being pulled close to your crush. Your face burned red, from ear to ear and even a part of your neck.
The covers were over the both of you and Arthur’s head had found his way to the crook of your neck, where he nuzzled you unconsciously.
You simply placed your arms around him and ‘hugged’ him back.
Your heart stopped for a moment as 3 simple words were said to you, and that came out of Arthur’s mouth,
“I love you”
Your grip on him tightened and you happily nuzzled him back, not knowing if he could hear this,
“I love you too, Arthur”
Alfred and Francis silently went upstairs and peeked through the door and saw you sitting next to his bed, with his hand in yours. They smiled and left the two of you alone.
But right before they wanted to close the door, they caught a glimpse of you bending over to him, and their curiosity took over again and watched.
Their eyes went wide as they heard you squeak as you were pulled close by Arthur. They saw the whole thing and heard everything too…
“We’d better go downstairs and let them sleep, non?”
“Yeah, we’ll see in the morning what to do”
Arthur had one of the best dreams in his life! His best friend and long-time crush was with him all day and at night they would fall asleep on the couch, he would take her to his room and placed her in his bed, lying next to her and pulling her close, mumbling 3 little words to her and even getting them back!
In the morning Arthur snuggled into something soft, breathing in a familiar sent and his arms around someone… He opened his eye and let them adjust to the light in his room.
He stared at the girl next to him, thinking that he was still dreaming. But when she began to stir, his eyes widened more and he kind of jumped back,
“What the bloody-! (n-n-name)! Wh-What are you d-doing in my b-b-bed?! And you are w-wearing one of m-my s-s-shirts too… ”
His face was so red that even a part of his chest was getting red too! Not that yours wasn’t…
“M-morning to you too… I ehm… Let’s get up a-and get downstairs… for… some breakfast…I’ll explain everything t-there”
You stepped out and walked down the stairs, smelling some delicious French toast. As you walked in the kitchen you were greeted by the French and the American, who both asked you how you had slept, which made your face go red again. They didn’t tell you what they had seen, but something in their eyes told you that they knew it and the way they asked you that question… You just brushed it off and told them that you slept good.
You thanked Francis as he gave you a plate with some fresh made toast.
“’ow is ‘e?”
“He had woken up… He looked better then yesterday…He should be dow-“
Just as you said that Alfred and Francis turned to the doorway, you turned around and saw Arthur standing there, glaring at the two.
“And what the bloody hell are y-“
You said sternly as he began to rant, he looked at you and saw your glare. You pointed at the chair in front of you,
“Sit, then we’ll talk”
“Ohonhon~ someone is in a bad mood zis morning”
“No, just want to get things straight”
Everyone was silent and the only thing that was heard was the chewing of you and Arthur on the toast.
As you were finished with breakfast, you looked down, took a deep breath and looked at Arthur again, but not without a blush on your face.
“I’m sure you want to know what… happened…?”
A nod came from him,
“A-alright, ehm… I’m sure you know that you were sick last week?”
Another, slightly hesitated nod,
“From what I’ve heard is that after Alfred and Francis came here, you fainted and they carried you upstairs. They’ve been nursing you for the past week. A-and I was deeply worried about you, because you wouldn’t pick up your phone and neither come to the coffee shop… Yesterday was the last drop and I know you are always busy with work but I just was too worried to let it get over me. When I came here I was sopping wet, and Alfred was so kind to slam the door shut because he didn’t really know what to do, he didn’t want me to know about you… After I was in, Francis was so kind to get a shirt f-from you r-room and gave it to m-me, t-that’s why I’m w-wearing it… They also told me about your state and I was shocked… such high fever and still alive…”
Your gaze had dropped, from Arthur’s eyes to the table, to the shirt you were wearing. And your face was still a little red, stuttering too… You took a small break and when you continued with the most important part you looked back in his eyes,
“They told me what work you actually do… What they do too… I know you are the personification of England and it’s really amazing to know that my best friend is”
Arthur’s heart sank a little at hearing ‘best friend’, but didn’t let show that. He also was slightly angry that those gits had told their secret to her, but he knew that she could hold it and would never tell it to someone else.
“I also know that it’s secret, but I can assure you that it will stay a secret”
You now began with the last part and your face heated up again, stuttering more audible. Looking down again.
“L-last evening, I-I got up to y-your room a-and sat n-next to you for a f-few hours, or s-so. A-and when I w-wanted to say g-goodbye t-to you, y-y-you pulled me cl-closer… I c-couldn’t get o-out, so I-I just stayed… Th-that’s why I w-was i-in your b-bed…”
Francis and Alfred silently left the kitchen and went to the living room, leaving the two of you alone.
“C-can you r-remember anything f-from yesterday…?”
You silently hoped he remembered the confession part…
“I-I don’t know… W-what did I do? D-did I do s-something stupid? If I did, t-then I’m terribly sorry, love”
Your heart skipped a beat, he called you ‘love’ again.
“N-no! M-more like s-said something…”
His hand shot to his face and covered his mouth, his eyes were wide and his face was turning red. So that dream was partly true!
You shyly looked up and saw his face, you guessed he found out and nodded softly. Gripping the shirt firmly as you turned your head away. An uncomfortably silent fell.
After a few moments you stood up and took both plates to the sink, getting some distraction. Arthur stood up too, but as he walked closer to you, something stopped him.
He looked at the green bunny in front of him and softly told him to go.
As you heard talking behind you, you turned around and almost let the plate fall out of your hands.
There, in front of you, was a green flying bunny, a GREEN, FLYING bunny!
“A-Arthur… who.. what… is that?”
You asked carefully, as you kept looking at the green creature. It stared back at you in amazement, you could actually SEE him!
Arthur was shocked, flabbergasted and just stood there gaping at you,
“Y-you can s-s-see HIM?!”
“Y-yes I can… I-is there something wrong w-with that…?”
“Oh no! not at all! You’re just the only one next to Arthur who can actually see me!”
A new voice piped up, it was the creature. You smiled and petted him, he rubbed his head against your hand.
“I’m Flying Mint Bunny! And you must be (name)! Arthur talks a lot about you, you know!”
You looked at Arthur who was still gaping at you. But when you looked at him he seemed to be getting out of his stare. He came one step closer to you and gripped the back of your neck softly, pulling you to him.
Your noses touched and you two seemed to be in trans as you stared in each other’s eyes.
Arthur closed his eyes and softly pushed his lips on yours.
Your heart stopped for a moment before working overtime the next second.
You were to shocked to do something yet.
Arthur pulled back softly and rested his forehead against yours, his face just as red as yours.
“You have no idea how happy it makes me to know that you can see him too… I always thought that I was the only one, everyone would make fun of me because they don’t believe… And… that from yesterday… It’s true, love…”
He pecked your lips lightly and rested them there,
“I love you”
If you could, you would melt into a puddle right now… The way he spoke to you, you never heard him talk so softly and with so much love in his eyes.
You shyly rested your arms on his shoulders and let your hands get into his hair lightly, as his other went around your waist. His thumb rubbed slow circles on the back of your neck and he kept staring lovingly at you.
You closed your eyes,
“I love you too, Arthur”
After that said, Arthur took your lips again. He moved them slowly, to see if he could go further. You happily moved them with his and what started off with just a innocent kiss, the longer you two kissed, the heated it got.
Three voices from the doorway said, all of them had seen the whole thing. Alfred and Francis weren’t able to see Flying Mint Bunny, but they didn’t care. They were happy that it ended all well.
A few weeks later:
Arthur walked the conference room in, it had been a while since he had walked there. He took a sort of vacation and did nothing about his work, just resting and spending his time with his girlfriend.
Everyone in the room went silent and looked at him, he was slightly late, unusual for him. They greeted him kindly and he smiled back.
“’ow is (name) doing?”
France asked, a few countries looked confused, not knowing what he was talking about.
America butted in,
“Yeah? Everything goin’ steady?”
They expected England to get angry or just do something what they would expect from him when those two would talk to him, but no…
England smiled and looked at them,
“She’s doing great, and yes everything is fine. In fact, I brought her with me today… I hope that is okay with you, Germany”
Everyone in the room, except for France, America and England, still didn’t really know what was going on…
“Eh… Ja… It’s okay… I guess…”
Germany answered and England thanked him, everyone asked him who (name) was and what was going on. England, along with America and France, smiled.
“(name), love, you can come in now”
England softly called. Everyone watched in amazement as a young woman with (h/l, h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes walked in, she wore slightly more professional clothing than normal.
England wrapped an arm around her and looked around the room with a slight blush on his face,
“This lovely lady here, was… no, still is my best friend… And she is now also my girlfriend… Everyone, this is (name)”
You shyly waved as England introduced you. Everyone was surprised, did England actually have someone who was his friend? They never knew…
The reactions were sweet and positive. You were quickly found into a tight hug by Italy and he rabbled something about how beautiful you were and how lucky England was to have you, it made you happy to hear that.
You were able to sit next to England during the meeting, which was much calmer than normal, now that France, America and England were on better terms with each other.
What worried you a little was how you were going to be able to be with Arthur forever, he was immortal and you were just a human…
Arthur saw your worried look and asked what was wrong,
“Well, the thing is… Just to put it simple… you are immortal and I’m just a human…”
You two were whispering but some others were listening as well…
“Well, England-san could make you a colony of his…”
England’s face went bright red,
“Ohonhonhonhon~ Oui, and have some babies too… maybe even *****-- Ack!!”
You kind of could think of what Japan meant, but France’s pervertedness cut you off…
But right after the baby things, you grabbed the closest thing, a surprisingly heavy book, and threw it at his face,
“Oh shut up you bloody frog”
It hit him straight in the face and he fell backwards on the ground, everyone laughed.
“That’s my girl!”
Arthur laughed as he kissed your cheek,
Yes, you sure were his girl.