AN: Gah! It's been forever since I've attempted to write a story. ;-; I've just been reading a lot of fanfiction lately, and then I got inspired to write this gem- I literally found this story in my documents. It was so bad that I decided to try and revise it a little. And I think I did pretty dang good! This will be a multi chapter story, and my first story that I've written by myself. No more tag team for me! Without a further ado, here is my new Englandcest fic~ Enjoy~
Title: Mad About You
Rating: M
Pairing:1p!Englandx2pEngland, slight FrUk, but the story is centered around Oliver and Arthur. Might throw a bit of Spamano in somewhere. Just because they're my OTP. You'll probably have to squint for it, if I do include them.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Hetalia! All rights and characters belong to Himapapa~
Warning: This fic is rated M for a reason. It will contain explicit MalexMale relationship(s?)
You have been warned
'Mad About You'
"That'll be about eighty pounds for that one there, lad." A stout salesman from 'Wiseman's Choice Antiques' jabbered out in a heavily accented British grunt, hastily pulling himself from the stool he had been lazily loafing about on.
He raised one of his fairly plump fingers to the front of the dusty little shop, pointing directly at a well kempt vintage mirror a young customer had been eyeing warily.
"E-eighty pounds?!" the young man cried out in disbelief, a pile of sweat forming just above his brow. He turned his bright green eyes towards the worker, staring into the man's boring grey eyes with a mortified expression.
"Afraid so, lad." The worker replied with a monotone ring to his voice. He shrugged towards the younger man, pulling out a newspaper from below the desk. "Don't like it, don't buy it," he muttered, half-heartedly sitting back on the stool, kicking his feet up onto the table before him. He stuck his crinkled nose into the newspaper, not wanting to converse with his customer any longer than need be.
The customer, an Arthur Kirkland, paced around the little shop slowly, sauntering his way over to said mirror deep in thought. He cautiously ran a pale hand down the frame of the fragile antique, having an internal argument with himself. Should he spend such well-earned money on this flimsy little thing, or should he spend his money elsewhere, on something that might be of better taste, or have more appeal with people that visited his house often, which was a very small handful of acquaintances.
He pursed his pinkish lips childishly in thought, whilst his striking green eyes surveyed the other merchandise that was covered in mountains of dust and piles of cobwebs. From under his shaggy blonde hair, none of the other objects had quite fancied the gentleman like this mirror had. Something about this particular mirror piqued his interest; it had an alluring aura around it.
Begrudgingly, the British man dragged himself towards the back of the shop to purchase the mesmerizing item.
"I'll take it." He mumbled roughly, pulling out his old, worn out wallet which had his country's flag plastered onto the front of it.
'If only that bloody frog, Francis, hadn't of completely obliterated my old stand-up mirror, I wouldn't have to go through all this bloody trouble!' Arthur thought to himself irritably, a rather bushy eyebrow twitching up in anger.
Returning to reality, Arthur hastily pulled the money from his wallet almost a bit hesitantly, seeing the man directly across from him setting aside the wrinkled newspaper he had seemingly been so engrossed in.
"Pleasure doin' business with ye." The grubby man spat out sarcastically, reaching out a rather dirty hand in an attempt to retrieve the undeserved investment.
"Yes… Quite the 'pleasure'." Arthur drawled out venomously, his narrowed eyes flashing towards said man in distaste.
The young Brit rudely slammed the money down into the palm of the employee's grimy hand, not taking any notice of the startled gawks and stares being thrown towards him in every direction by the innocent bystanders in the worn-down shop.
With a swift jerk of his feet, Arthur spun himself away from the ungrateful employee, taking unsure steps towards his new prized possession.
Upon reaching his destination, Arthur grimaced as he stood in front of the sooty mirror, crouching down sluggishly as his prominent jade eyes surveyed the aged frame, his thick eyebrows wrinkling fervently in thought.
A vibrant pink colour dusted itself across Arthur's cheeks, long, lithe fingers curling around the wooden frame. Just how in whole bloody world was he going to carry this mirror to his car? With a large intake of breath, Arthur hefted the antique up off of the ground, sending dust bunnies and cobwebs to sputter around in the summer's air.
To his surprise, Arthur had miraculously managed to steer clear from any harm as he reached his old, beaten up Toyota. Setting the mirror down onto the hot concrete, Arthur groaned in discomfort, his shoulders having become very sore from the weight of his newly bought item.
Pushing the fact his shoulders were sore out of his mind, Arthur rummaged through his jacket pocket, retrieving a small chain of keys, decorated with very plain and simple key rings.
Cursing under his breath, the Brit sought out his car key, unlocking his car. He dragged the hefty mirror towards one side of the car, opening one of the back doors. The summer sun blared down unbearingly onto Arthur's pale skin, causing sweat to form just under his brow. Wiping the unwanted sweat away, the young blonde gingerly situated the mirror into his back seats, heaving in breath once he had accomplished the task.
Making a small hum of victory, Arthur wiped his sweaty palms onto his black slacks, smirking as he secured the door shut.
"Let's see that frog try and break this one!" Arthur muttered to himself, slipping into the driver's seat.
After fumbling with the keys, Arthur had managed to get his car started, the engine soon roaring to life. Cautiously, the green eyed gentleman began to pull out of the parking lot. Despite himself, the Brit smiled as he began the long journey back home, suddenly feeling quite accomplished of the day's events.
Humming to himself, Arthur switched on the radio, scowling as he heard over-played pop songs blaring through the quaint system. He was quick to change the radio station, accustoming himself with a smooth, mellow song.
Unaware of vivid blue eyes watching him, Arthur raked a pale hand through his hair, cursing lightly as another trashy song surfaced through his radio's speakers. Not satisfied with the song, Arthur simply turned off the system, lying back in his seat as he stared blankly at the road, his house spotted within a yard from where he drove.
"Awww, hon," A voice echoed inside of the car, causing the hairs on the back of Arthur's neck stand up. "Why'd you turn that song off? I was enjoying it, you know~"
Arthur froze immediately, pulling up into his drive way. He broke out in a nervous sweat, his emerald orbs wide as he whipped his head back at the mirror. His fear washed away instantly as all he saw was his reflection staring right back at him, moving with him.
Sighing with a wave of relief, Arthur unbuckled his seatbelt, stepping outside of the car.
"I must be hearing things." He deduced by himself, wiping away a bead of sweat that had formed just above his upper lip.
"Oh but, hon," The same voice rang out, louder than it had the previous time. "This is just simply the beginning."
AN: So how was it? Good, cheesy? R&R dolls~