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“A-Achoo!” Came the loud noise as you sneezed, sitting up and holding a tissue to your nose as you sniffed. You groaned and crumpled up the paper napkin, tossing it at the trashcan against the wall, and as per usual, missing. You glared at it with red eyes from your place in the bed, the white tissue seeming to defy you as it landed on the carpet.
“….Arthuuuuuuur!” You whined, turning to face the open bedroom door, wiggling around and sitting up so that your back was against the frame of the bed. Tucking your blankets in at your waist and wrapping up in your house-robe again, you pouted at the doorway until your blonde companion showed up in it.
“(Y/N), what.” He grumbled, crossing his arms and giving you a half-hearted, disappointed look with those pretty green eyes. You crossed your arms and looked back with your (E/C) ones, mimicking him in a childish way.
“Arthur, what.”
“(Y/N).”
“Arthur.”
“Are you we really going to do this? Today?”
“Are we really going to do this? Today?” You copied, sticking your nose in the air. Your Brit played along, pointing his nose to the ceiling as well. There was a moment of silence before you gave in, and turned to face him once more. He blinked in surprise, not saying anything; not disturbing the little moment of peace and quiet that he so rarely got with you around.
After a moment you uncrossed your arms to point over at the tissue on the ground, “I missed. Again. Can you throw it away for me?” Arthur gave a bewildered look, standing up straight.
“Right bloody now? That’s what you called me in here for? (Y/N), I’m trying to do my papers--!” He protested, the back of his neck growing red. You groaned loudly, talking over him, as you flopped back down onto the bed.
“Arrrrrthur! You’re the one who got me in this mess in the first place!”
“I did not!”
“Yes you did! You don’t fucking know how to cook--!”
“That was not my fault! And it doesn’t mean I have to pick up your bloody tissue!”
“Sod off!”
“Make me!”
“Just pick up the damn tissue!” You yelled, your voices increasing as you pointed at him, then the tissue, and then back and forth. After a moment of you two glaring at each other he gave in, walking over near the end of the bed, and bending over to pick it up.
You let out a low whistle as he bent over, opening admiring his rear, and his face heated up to his ears. He quickly stood back up and tossed it in the rubbish bin, turning around and looking at you. You quickly flopped over to the side of the bed nearer him, holding out your arms. “I wanna piece of fine British ass to snuggle with.”
He blinked and turned a shade darker, but followed your orders. He hovered next to you before sitting down on the edge of the bed, your arms promptly wrapping around his torso.
“S-Sorry you’re sick, love…” He grumbled, looking away and trying to forge another excuse as to why his cooking had made you ill.
“Mmm. It’s okay. Like you said. Not your fault. Hey, now you can take care of me.” You purred, nuzzling into him and kissing his stomach, the closest area.
“Yeah… You want some soup or something? I heard that’s supposed to help.”
“Just as long as it’s not more of yours.”
“….Arthuuuuuuur!” You whined, turning to face the open bedroom door, wiggling around and sitting up so that your back was against the frame of the bed. Tucking your blankets in at your waist and wrapping up in your house-robe again, you pouted at the doorway until your blonde companion showed up in it.
“(Y/N), what.” He grumbled, crossing his arms and giving you a half-hearted, disappointed look with those pretty green eyes. You crossed your arms and looked back with your (E/C) ones, mimicking him in a childish way.
“Arthur, what.”
“(Y/N).”
“Arthur.”
“Are you we really going to do this? Today?”
“Are we really going to do this? Today?” You copied, sticking your nose in the air. Your Brit played along, pointing his nose to the ceiling as well. There was a moment of silence before you gave in, and turned to face him once more. He blinked in surprise, not saying anything; not disturbing the little moment of peace and quiet that he so rarely got with you around.
After a moment you uncrossed your arms to point over at the tissue on the ground, “I missed. Again. Can you throw it away for me?” Arthur gave a bewildered look, standing up straight.
“Right bloody now? That’s what you called me in here for? (Y/N), I’m trying to do my papers--!” He protested, the back of his neck growing red. You groaned loudly, talking over him, as you flopped back down onto the bed.
“Arrrrrthur! You’re the one who got me in this mess in the first place!”
“I did not!”
“Yes you did! You don’t fucking know how to cook--!”
“That was not my fault! And it doesn’t mean I have to pick up your bloody tissue!”
“Sod off!”
“Make me!”
“Just pick up the damn tissue!” You yelled, your voices increasing as you pointed at him, then the tissue, and then back and forth. After a moment of you two glaring at each other he gave in, walking over near the end of the bed, and bending over to pick it up.
You let out a low whistle as he bent over, opening admiring his rear, and his face heated up to his ears. He quickly stood back up and tossed it in the rubbish bin, turning around and looking at you. You quickly flopped over to the side of the bed nearer him, holding out your arms. “I wanna piece of fine British ass to snuggle with.”
He blinked and turned a shade darker, but followed your orders. He hovered next to you before sitting down on the edge of the bed, your arms promptly wrapping around his torso.
“S-Sorry you’re sick, love…” He grumbled, looking away and trying to forge another excuse as to why his cooking had made you ill.
“Mmm. It’s okay. Like you said. Not your fault. Hey, now you can take care of me.” You purred, nuzzling into him and kissing his stomach, the closest area.
“Yeah… You want some soup or something? I heard that’s supposed to help.”
“Just as long as it’s not more of yours.”
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"Why is it so hot here?!" you complained for the umpteenth time. Flopping on the couch, you stared up at the ceiling fan, hoping to get some cool air.
"I don't know, love." Arthur said in a monotone, getting used to your repeated complaints.
"UGH!" you cried out, burying yourself under the couch pillows. It was unusually hot in your area, and you and the Brit were at his house, trying to keep cooled.
"I'm bored, hot, and BORED!" you said in a frustrated tone. "Well, if you're bored, we could do something, how about that?" Arthur said.
"LIKE WHAT?!"
My goodness, the heat really did get on your nerves.
Arthur stood
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After you hade taken your shower you put on your pyjamas. Luckily Arthur wasn't there anymore, for some reason you sort of missed him. You went to your bed and see a note with a phone number.
"Here is my number call me if you need anything
// Arthur"
So you add the number to your contact list and curled up in your bed. You couldn't sleep you were nervous for tomorrow is your first day at school and you were deep in your thoughts about todays event. Who was he? Why did he stand up for you? No one has never done something like that for you. You never thanked him for that, you took your mobile an
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"Artie, It's been WAY too long since you last asked me out for a drink," You told your best friend, Arthur Kirkland.
"And that's precisely the reason I invited you here today!" He replied cheerily as the bartender pushed two glasses of beer your way. "Cheers!" Arthur exclaimed as he raised his glass into the air. You both lifted the mugs to your lips and took a swig of the beverage within. Swallowing, you sighed as you placed the glass back onto counter.
"How could it get any better than this?" You thought to yourself as you stared at Arthur. You would be lying if you said you didn't have any feelings for him, but you had never even HINTED
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Sorry this took so long!! I ran out of inspiration, but luckily I thought this up. This is part 9 of the 100 Oneshot Challenge! Almost a 10th of the way through.
I hope you like it! Please comment with who you would like to see soon, and what you thought!
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England/Hetalia (c) Hima
Story (c) Me
You (c) You
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I hope you like it! Please comment with who you would like to see soon, and what you thought!
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Story (c) Me
You (c) You
Art (c) Artist
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