The night was warm in the middle of the Summer in London, the british capital. The lights illuminated the city, bringing out it's beauty; the Big Ben, the London Eye, the Tower of London, the Buckingham Palace...
The streets weren't full, the tourists mainly occupied the pubs and such at this time, most of the people out were locals or seemed to be.
Across the gardens that stood by the river, a young looking couple walked with their hands tightly linked. In all honesty, they were not that young, personifications, countries, immortal beings was what they really were, but that was not what people recognised them as; just another young couple enjoying their youth and the love it brought.
"This really is beautiful, Arthur!" commented the girl, scooting closer to said male.
"Yes, and the weather is pleasant, I couldn't have requested for a better night to spend with you!" he stated, smiling down at her.
"Me neither..."
The themes of conversation came one after the other, until, tired, the two decided to sit down on a bench turned to the large course of water. Silence fell upon them, a comfortable one, as (country) laid her head on the brit's arm, the same arm that circled her waist and securely held her against him.
The weather really was pleasant; the lack of clouds in the sky allowed the sight of the many stars and constellations of the season, the silence of the humans allowed them to hear the cicadas and crickets, and the company of one another allowed a relaxation that was not usual. Even so, the night would have a final event before they parted that would turn it indeed in the perfect night.
It was late when Arthur and (f/n) returned to his house, where she was staying during her visit. The (nationality) was about to leave for her room, but the englishman stopped her; she turned back to face him once again.
"Is there something wrong, Arthur?" she asked, curiously looking up at him.
"I..." he didn't speak any further; his eyes were half-lidded and his pupils travelled from her eyes to her lips and back up, signalling his intent, as his hand travelled up from holding her own to caress her chin. His palm finally came to rest on her cheek.
Unconsciously, the girl leaned into that touch, placing her hand upon his.
Slowly, he leaned down, their lips almost touching.
"I want to give something..." he whispered, finally connecting his lips to hers in a gentle, caring, sweet kiss. Their muscles moved in unison; her hand dropped from his to find support on his hip as her other hand moved up to slightly grasp his jacket, his hand moved to circle her waist to keep her close while his other hand remained to cup her face.
He didn't try to go any further away from the simple yet passionate kiss, he acted with reservation and she knew why; due to his moments and history, he was afraid of letting himself get carried away during what was actually their first kiss.
Even so, they couldn't have asked for a better night...