EnglandXReader

     You had woken up a few minutes ago and now you are practically jumping up and down in your seat out of excitement. The plane was landing, meaning that you had reached England! Once the flight assistant announced that it was safe to exit the plane, you stood and rushed off the plane, not able to hold in your excitement. You grabbed your bags from the baggage claim and looked around. America had said that you'd know England when you saw him because he has weird eye brows. You hadn't known what he meant until you actually spotted the blonde headed man with green eyes. His eyebrows are very thick and prominent. "That's what he meant," you whispered to yourself and held back a laugh. You walked over to the man with your baggage in tow. "You are Arthur Kirkland?" you asked. The man looked up from the book that he held in his hand and flashed you a charming smile. "Yes I am love, and you are ___ ___?" he asked and raised his eye brows. You couldn't help but notice what a lovely shade of green his eyes were. England has messy, short blond hair and green eyes. Today he wore a nice tux which made you feel quite underdressed for the occasion. You both shook hands and you couldn't help but smile, he seemed sweet rather than 'rude and annoying' like America had described the British man to be. "It's a pleasure to meet you Arthur," you told him. He smiled, his smile always seeming to reach his eyes. "The pleasure is mine, and I'd like to welcome you to England. I'm sad to inform you that it is raining, though I wish it wasn't raining for you today. Anyhow, I will be accompanying you to my house," he said and held out his arm. Lightly you hooked arms with him and stepped out of the airport. England opened up an umbrella that had the design of the England flag on it and held it over your heads. "Shall we?" he asked, not stepping out into the rain just yet. You giggled. "We shall," you informed him and let him lead out onto the streets of England.

     Even in the rain, the country looked gorgeous with the head lights of cars reflecting off the streets, many stores lined the streets along with restaurants. Outside of many of the restaurants were many different colored umbrellas that hung over the tables where you could eat outside. "It is quite chilly outside today, I might just have to make us some tea once we got to the house," Arthur said thoughtfully. You smiled and lightly shrugged your shoulders, sounded good to you. "That sounds wonderful Arthur, in the mean time, while we are walking, can you tell me a bit about England?" you asked. His green eyes met your ___ colored ones and he grinned, you had to admit that his grin was just as cute as Alfred's grin. "The capital of England is London, we are a Constitutional Monarchy, and the religious majority is Christianity. The climate is temperate, and some famous landmarks include: Windsor Castle, Hadrians Wall, the White Cliffs of Dover, Blackpool Tower, Buckingham Palace, Tower of London, and The London Eye," he explained. These were only a few of the famous landmarks in England, but he didn't want to overwhelm you with too many facts. "Sounds like a very interesting country you have here," you told him and smiled. The wind picked up, causing the umbrella to blow out of Arthur's hands. "I'm sorry ___!" England told you and shrugged his jacket off before holding it over your head. You couldn't help but laugh as the two of you ran and ducked into the nearest restaurant with his broken umbrella in hand, the two of you were soaked already and dripping water all over the floor. "I'm sorry ___," Arthur told you again as he moved his wet blonde hair out of his face. Gently, England reached over and tucked some or your wet ___ colored hair behind your ear and out of your face. "I'm okay, really Arthur. I'm not going to melt because of rain or anything; a little water never hurt anyone. I'm more worried about the person that was hit by your flying umbrella," you assured the British man. Actually, you weren't sure if anyone was hit with the umbrella, you hoped not.  This comment got a grin out of the gentlemen as he rested his jacket on your shoulders. "Since we are here, we might as well grab a cup of tea and something to eat," he suggested. The two of you found a table and sat; only one table sat on the table so Arthur, of course, insisted that you should look first. You picked up the menu and studied the different kinds of tea, scones, pastries, pies, roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, and curries. "These all sound so good, perhaps you should order for me," you said, overwhelmed by all the choices. You scooted your chair closer to his and held the menu between the two of you. His vivid green eyes skimmed the menu then he pointed at the 'Fish and Chips' and tea. "These are just delightful," he informed you and looked up at you, waiting for your approval. You reached over and closed the menu with a smile. "Alright then, that is what I shall have," you told him and winked. The waitress walked over and the two of you ordered your Fish and Chips and tea. When the woman walked away, Arthur sadly put his soggy book that he had been reading earlier on the table. You picked up the book and grinned. "A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens," you read aloud. You had read the book for school and you had ___ (liked/disliked) it. Carefully you opened the book, glad to see that it was still legible. "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only," you read aloud. Arthur rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he listened to you, you are a marvelous reader and he couldn't help but stare at you as you did so, which was very un-gentlemen like. You looked away from the book and towards Arthur; your face went bright red. "W-What?" you sputtered, not sure what to think about him staring at you. He shook his head and flashed you a smile. "I'm sorry, you are just really good at reading aloud," he replied. You picked up the napkin in front of you and carefully started folding it to occupy yourself and to hide that fact that your face was still bright red. "I'm not that good… but thank you," you told him and a smile crossed your face. You looked up when the waitress returned with the food and the two of you ate in a comfortable silence.

     "Ah, Arthur, your house is so cute," you told him and smiled because of the embarrassed look on his face. He lived in a small but comfortable cottage that was filled with flowers, plenty of books, and lovely furniture. "Why, thank you love," he replied gratefully and carried your bags into the spare room. You walked into the kitchen and set the book on the table. "If you get me a hair-dryer, I'll dry your book for you!" you called after England. He did indeed, come into the room with a hair-dryer but also a frown. "You don't have to do that ___," he said, not handing the dryer over to you just yet. You waved a hand at him dismissively with a laugh. "Oh come on, it's the least I can do for you… I mean, you're letting me stay in your house for a week, now hand it over," you said with determination. Arthur blinked his bright green eyes in surprise and slowly handed over the hair-dryer. "There, that wasn't so hard now was it?" you teased as you plugged it in and turned it on. With care, you held the dryer over the book and started to dry it off. "Thank you ___," England said gratefully and ran his fingers through his hair. You smiled and shrugged your shoulders; it really didn't take much effort to dry a book. He walked over and carefully started to turn the pages for you, to be sure that the book was dried well. "Hey Arthur?" you asked. Arthur looked up at you questionably. You moved the dryer so that it was pointed at England and blew his hair all over the place. He laughed and held up his hands. "What was that for?" he asked, when you moved the dryer back to the book. Lightly he ran his fingers through his hair, fixing it the best he could without a mirror. You shrugged with a grin. "Just wanted to see how you would react," you told him. You squealed when he reached around you and grabbed the dryer, moving it so that it blew on your face now. "Well, was my reaction adequate?" he asked and gently brushed you aside so that he could dry the book. You smiled and sat yourself down at the table. "It was, you should have seen your face," you told him and stretched. He glanced up at you as he dried the book. "What would you like to do this evening?" he asked, not quite sure what you liked or what the two of you could do. You tapped your finger against your lips thoughtfully. As you thought, Arthur flicked his radio on so that the two of you had something to listen to. You jumped up and took the dryer from him. "Dance with me?" you asked. England chuckled. "Usually it is the gentlemen that ask the woman to dance, love. You may have this dance," he told you. He held your hand in one of his and rested his other on your waist. A light blush crossed your face, you don't know what you had expected but it wasn't this. "Is this okay?" he asked with a friendly smile, noticing your red face. You nodded your head and looked down at your feet. He moved his right foot forward; you moved your left foot back. Arthur moved his left foot forward; you moved your right foot back. "You can't dance looking at your feet ___," he said. You frowned and slowly looked up at him, your ___ colored eyes met his green ones. "If I don't look at our feet, either I will step on your feet or you will step on mine," you told him, hopelessly embarrassed. He raised his odd eye brows. "I would never step on your feet, I promise," he assured you. Reluctantly you nodded and looked into his bright green eyes that you adored rather than your feet. "You sure?" you asked him, narrowing your eyes a bit. "Never," he repeated with a wink. He moved forward, you moved back, he moved back, and you moved forward… stepping on his foot. Arthur winced but didn't yell or snap at you. "Try again," he said after you moved your foot off his. The two of you practiced for who know how long, but you did indeed manage only to step on his foot eight times. He had even kept his promise and hadn't stepped on your foot once. Gently he twirled you around one last time then dipped you. "See, that wasn't so hard now was it love?" he asked, repeating your words from earlier. You laughed and lightly swatted his shoulder as he stood upright, pulling you up with him. "No it wasn't, thank you for dancing with me Arthur," you told him happily.

     "No, no, no, Arthur I insist that you let me cook us dinner," you told him. America had been downright firm when he told you not to eat any of England's cooking at all whatsoever. "This is America's doing isn't it? Well, you can tell him to put a sock in it!" he said and glared, currently wearing an apron as he pulled out cooking supplies. You shook your head and smiled nervously, walking over. "It's not anything Alfred said, I just want to do something, you know. I want to earn my stay," you told him and rested a hand on his shoulder. He brushed your hand off of his shoulder with a frown. "Rubbish, you are the guest, so you shouldn't be the one having to cook," he insisted, being as determined and hard-headed as ever. He gasped when flying mint bunny knocked his pot off of the stove, spilling hot water everywhere. You jumped back in surprise. "Oh, this is just smashing Flying Mint Bunny," he said sarcastically, tossing his wooden spoon into the sink. 'Flying… Mint Bunny?' you thought, confused. Alfred had mentioned that England had a wild imagination and claimed to see magical creatures but that didn't leave you any less surprise. "Bloody hell, don't get the fairies involved in this," he snapped at thin air. You rubbed your temples. 'Oh… my..' you thought  as England pulled his apron off and threw it onto the ground. "I'll cook, why don't you just go and sit down," you said soothingly. Arthur turned to look at you and slowly the angry look on his face became a shy and embarrassed one, just realizing what he had done. "I'm sorry ___," he told you quietly, and indeed went and sat down while you cooked. Once you were busy cooking, England rested his arms on the table and hid his face in them. "Bugger, I've made a fool of myself in front of ___," he whispered.

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Send to: Alfred F. Jones  (imthehero@aol.com)
Subject: England
Dear Alfred,
     I have arrived in England, wohoo! It was raining when I arrived, and Arthur and I both got soaking wet, not that I minded. I got to try some British food such as Fish and Chips, which were not made personally by Arthur. That all happened before we arrived at his lovely cottage, it's really night and beautiful… unlike your messy one two story house (). England taught me how to dance and after much argument between me, him… (and flying mint bunny?), I got to cook. He really isn't a fan of American cooking, calls it rubbish (). I'll have to let him cook at some point, I feel bad about upsetting him, wish me luck!
     I'll see you soon!
     ___ ___


Send to: ___ ___ (___@aol.com)
Subject: Re:England
Dear ___,
     Dude, I'm surprised you went to England after I told you how annoying and stuck up he is! You said so yourself, he doesn't even respect America… ME! ANYWAY DUDE, I'm happy to hear you made it there safe, can never be too careful. Flying Mint Bunny… from what I've totally pieced together is a mint green colored bunny that can fly and talk that England sees when he is upset or drunk…. Totally weird! Don't let his weird habits rub off on you! Come back to America, like tomorrow!

     Miss you,
     Alfred F. Jones


Send to: Alfred F. Jones  (imthehero@aol.com)
Subject: Re:Re:England
Dear Alfred,
     'Dude' I am totally staying in England for the full week and there is no convincing me otherwise. As for rude and annoying, I find him to be a very nice gentlemen! Actually he is quite charming and has very beautiful eyes, no offense but his green eyes are awesome. You know what…. I might ask him if I can touch his eye brows…
     I'll see you soon!
     ___ ___


     "Thank you for letting me use your computer!" you called as you logged off. You stood from the computer chair and walked into the living room to see the British man asleep on the couch, with a book resting on his chest. A smile spread across your face and you picked up a blanket, lightly placing it over him. You picked up the book and lightly folded the corner before setting it aside. "Good night Arthur Kirkland," you whispered and gently moved some of his blonde hair out of his face. You turned and started for the spare bedroom, you turned around one last time to look at England. To your surprise, you saw a green bunny, cuddled up next to the sleeping country. You rubbed you eyes and slowly moved your hands to only see Arthur on the couch. "I'm losing it," you mumbled and turned, walking into the bed room. You changed into a night gown and curled up under the blankets, falling asleep the second your head hit the pillow.

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     Throughout the entire week, the two of you only became closer and closer. You learned more about Arthur and the country of England. If anything, you got used to England and his imaginary creatures, you even saw a couple of them for yourself, though sometimes you just thought your mind was playing tricks on you. Arthur had agreed to let you cook for the rest of the week after your third day of staying, he had made some food and insisted that you eat it. Feeling bad, you indeed did eat it only to find yourself feeling nauseous and sick to your stomach. You had ended up in the hospital, not exactly the best experience or an expected experience to have in England. As a way to redeem himself, England allowed you to cook for the rest of the time and even read to you every day, books such as: Alice in Wonderland, A Tale of Two Cities, and Harry Potter. Sadly, tomorrow would be your last day in England before you'd have to leave… your last day with Arthur Kirkland… whom you had fallen hopelessly in love with. His blonde hair, green eyes, proper manors, lovely hobbies, his care and consideration…. All of it just made the gentleman so loveable. You hadn't told him that you liked him yet though and you were running out of time.

     Currently, the two of you were sitting side by side on the couch while Arthur read aloud to you. The radio was on though the volume was turned down so that it was just background noise. You glanced up at England's green eyes then rested your head against his shoulder, to be honest, you were tired and you could tell England was too since his reading had slowed down. Lightly you rubbed you ___ colored eyes, struggling to keep them open. "A-Arthur?" you asked quietly. He paused and looked away from the book and towards you. "Yes love?" he asked and smiled softly. You couldn't help it, you lost all your courage then… 'what if he only views me as a friend?' you though. "Can I touch your eye brows," you said hurriedly instead of the confession you had planned to say. The British man stared at you for a long time before tilting his head, not sure if he should be insulted by the question or not. "I guess?" he said and laughed. You reached up and lightly poked his eye brow. "That's not really what I was going to say…" you said, dropping your hand back to your side. You snuggled up to Arthur and closed your eyes, not seeing his bright red face. "I was going to say that I…" you started but stopped mid-sentence, falling asleep. Arthur chuckled and put a hand to his warm cheeks. "Good night ___," he told you and gently scooped you up bridal style before laying you down in the spare bedroom.

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     "Rise and shine Sleeping Beauty, you are sleeping your last day way," Arthur whispered in your ear and very gently shook your shoulder. You groaned and forced your tired open, your eyes widened to see just how close his face was to yours. "Good morning Arthur," you whispered and pulled the blanket higher to that it covered up to your nose. He chuckled and moved away. "Get dressed love, I will be taking you to The London Eye today for your last day in England, and I've already made some tea to help you wake up," he told you before leaving the room. You stretched your arms and legs before standing and pulling on a long ___ colored dress. Slowly you packed all your bags and set them near the front door before walking into the kitchen. You accepted the cup of tea that he held out to you and you sat down across from him at the table. "England, I love your home and country, I'm really going to miss it and you… it is going to be so hard to leave," you told him and took a sip of your tea. Arthur smiled and reached across the table, lightly he squeezed your hand. "Don't worry about that until later, besides, you know I will miss you so much too," he told you. You nodded and wiped away tears that started to fall from your eyes. "R-Right, let's just have a good day," you told him and finished off your tea. He nodded and took the two cups before placing them in the sink.  "Let me just let Flying Mint Bunny out of the house so that he doesn't destroy the house while we're gone," he told you, opening the door so that the bunny could fly into the back garden.

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     The ride to the London Eye was a long and torturous one, for the longer it took you to get there, the more time that you were losing to spend in England. England scooted closer to you, the two of you sat in the back of a taxi. "The London Eye, next to County Hall, is another of London's most modern landmarks. It is the world's biggest Ferris Wheel, and will carry 800 passengers at a time on a thirty-minute ride. From its highest point of 450 feet, it promises views of up to 25 miles," he told you. Something clicked in England's head, he had never asked you if you were afraid of heights. "You… ___, are you scared of heights?" he asked. You blushed and looked down at your lap. "___(yes/no)," you told him and smiled up at him. He considered this then patted your hand. "Well love, even if you (are/aren't) scared of heights, I'll be here to protect you," he assured you and placed a kiss on your cheek. You nodded and put a hand to your cheek, you still hadn't told him that you had fallen in love with him. "Hey… Arthur…" you started but were interrupted by his cell phone ringing. He smiled apologetically at you and flipped the phone open before pressing it to his ear. "Hello?" he asked politely and winced at the response. He held the phone away from his ear and the two of you could hear America yelling at him into the phone. "HEY DUDEZ, LIKE PUT ___ ON THE PHONE!" Alfred yelled. Both of you winced and you slowly took the phone before pressing it to your ear. You let out a sigh that Alfred didn't hear and answered his questions about your stay. "Yes… I'm having a great time Alfred.. yes I leave late tonight," you answered and stared out the window. You refused to cry, the sky seemed to cry for you though because it started to drizzle. The rain wouldn't last long though, and it probably wasn't drizzling near The London Eye.

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     The two of you sat down on the Ferris Wheel and instead of watching the scenery you turned to face Arthur with new determination. "Arthur Kirkland, I love you," you said and blushed deeply. His green eyes widened and he looked down into your warm ___ colored eyes. "Oh ___, I love you too," he whispered, not knowing that this was true until he said it. Before he could second guess himself, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. You wrapped your arms around his neck and lightly buried your fingers in his golden locks. His hands lightly rested on your side, pulling you closer to himself, not that there was much space between to the two of you. He pulled away suddenly, a small smile on his face as he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry… that wasn't very gentlemen like of me," he whispered. You shook your head. "No it wasn't… but I don't mind," you told him and pressed your lips to his again, not wanting to ever pull away.

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     You had left not long ago to go to the airport while England sat home alone with all the lights off, on the couch. Slowly he picked up his Tale of Two Cities that the two of you had dried off and read during your time here. He flipped to the page he wanted and read aloud, "I have sometimes sat alone here of an evening, listening, until I have made the echoes out to be the echoes of all the footsteps that are coming by and by into our lives." Flying Mint Bunny flew over and nudged his back. "I know Flying Mint Bunny… but she has to leave," he said and rubbed his temples. Flying Mint Bunny shook its head and nudged the back of his head this time. "Y-You're right! I have to go!" England replied and stood up. He shoved his feet into shoes, grabbed a jacket and ran out into the rain.

     "___!" shouted a familiar voice. You dropped your bags and turned quickly, spotting Arthur Kirkland. "What are you doing here at the airport?!" you shouted, frozen in your place. England shoved past the cops that were trying to check him for weapons and ran over to you, pulling you into a very wet hug. "___ ___, don't leave me! Stay in England with me… I should have said something earlier but I didn't want to get in your way and stop you love," he said hurriedly. Slowly you wrapped your arms around England and buried your face in his wet jacket. "I thought you weren't going to come and say bye…" you told him. He squeezed you even tighter. "I didn't come to say bye.. I came to take you home," he whispered, practically begging you to come back to his house. You slowly looked up at him and pushed your ___ colored hair out of your face. "I want to stay.. but what about the flight… and Alfred's money?" you asked quietly. His green eyes lit up with amusement and excitement, since you were considering the option of staying with him. "I'll pay that bloody git back… now will you stay with me?" he replied. Instead of answering verbally, you pressed a passionate kiss to his lips. "Of course, I love you Arthur," you told him when the two of you were forced to pull away due to lack of air. Slowly the two of you released each other and scooped up your bags. You saluted one of the cops that had tried to stop England then grabbed the British man's hand. "Let's go home," England told you. You smiled and shook your head. "I am home, as long as I am with you."


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