A pic- no, A kiss is worth a thousand words.

This is a one-shot hetalia for Spaceteapack. I don't own the OC, England/Arthur, or hetalia. The one-shot I created though.

Name: Riif Danilia

Appearance: left eye brown, right eye grey, slightly curly dark brown hair, tanned skin, about 155cm tall..

Character: doesn't talk much, sensitive, likes to drink tea, very frank, use sarcasm almost everytime she talks.

Third person perspective.

Arthur was looking out his window, into his well groomed garden. He sighed, the dark, gloomy rain not helping his mood. Since it was regular weather in London you would have thought that Arthur wouldn't mind rain. Especially since Arthur had lived in London since he was born. Oh how Arthur hated rain, he felt it did no good. Rain only worsened the mood and made everything dreary. Again Arthur sighed turning around to face Riif, his longtime girlfriend. Riif's eyes were...breathtaking. Her left eye is brown while her right eye is grey. She has tanned skin and slightly curly, dark brown hair.

"Don't blame the rain for you emotional problems." Riif said teasingly.

"I'm not love, I'm just thinking." Arthur said exasperatedly.

"IT'S A MIRACLE! HE THINKS!" Riif yelled sarcastically.

"Yes, well." Arthur said, slightly irritated at her sarcasm. He sighed, he just didn't know what to do about Riif. Every time she looked at him he felt his heart race, every time she held his hand his breath hitched. But, that was only when she wasn't using sarcasm. Which wasn't often. He knew he was in love. He knew it, but he didn't show it. He didn't KNOW how to show it, to be precise. He asked France for advice, but all he got was teased and jealous looks. Arthur knew France was in love with him, but Arthur wasn't gay. So France wasn't much help. When he asked Alfred, the American just said to, and quote "BE THE HERO LIKE ME! HAHAHAHA!" whatever that meant. And he wouldn't ask Antonio, because they had a grudge with each other, for...who knows what anymore!

Arthur was jerked back to reality when Riif asked what all the sighing was about.

"Just thinking about things." he said before going back to his thoughts. He is always so...so secretive and seems like he doesn't want to open to anyone Riif thought. If only he would open up to me. If only, he trusted me. If only, - no, life is full of If only's. I need to make it a reality, Riif thought giving her self a mind-pep-talk.

"You know you can come to me when you have a problem. Right?" Riif said in a non- sarcastic tone, while touching Arthur's cheek. Arthur saw his chance. He cupped Riif's face in his hand and leaned in. The kiss was brief yet sweet, and told Riif all Arthur wanted her to know. Likewise, it told Arthur what Riif wanted him to so badly do... The saying is: A picture is worth a thousand words. Well, so is a kiss.