Roses and Lavenders
AN: This is for my friends tomatolovers2and xMelodyx, both of them wrote wonderful EngPort stories that inspired me to write this little something and gave me support to keep writing. I hope you enjoy :3
I was researching about national flowers and got the idea to write this, so both the rose and the lavender will be appearing along the story. I'll be using Afonso as Portugal's name in this one. Each chapter will tell a new and small story about the couple, and both fem!Portugal and fem!England will appear in later chapters. The pairing will be written just below the chapter's name ^^
Roses...
(Portugal x England)
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Arthur watched with a tired expression as the hours tick by in the old wooden clock inside his library, fighting sleep as he tried to maintain his eyelids open. He rested the open book over his chest and leaned against the old couch to let his tired body rest for a while. Once again he had been overworking himself, and just thinking about the endless piles of paperwork waiting over his desk made him cringe. Afonso was probably going to give him an earful for not getting enough sleep.
A soft chuckle slipped between the Englishman's lips when he remembered about the Portuguese, and he checked again his watch to make sure it wasn't past midnight yet. He had promised he would stay awake and wait for Afonso's arrival, the other hadn't been lucky and could only pick a flight to London late that night.
Arthur stretched his legs over the fluffy cushions and stared at the ceiling with a pensive expression, remembering about the old times where he would be in his ship and waiting anxiously to dock in the Portuguese shores. He missed those silly times of his youth, and he would never forget how his heart would beat faster whenever Afonso would be there in the harbour waiting for him with a warm smile on his lips.
"Arthur...?"
The Englishman blinked in confusion and propped himself up on his elbows to look at the door, widening his eyes when he saw Afonso standing on the doorway with a single red rose in his hand.
Afonso chuckled when he noticed the surprised look he was receiving and closed the door carefully before walking toward the couch. "I'm sorry, did I scare you? I swear I was going to knock first..."
Arthur shook his head and stretched an arm to place the book over a small table in front of the couch. "No, don't worry... I was just reading a book." he said, moving his legs to give a spot for the other to sit, "How was the trip?"
"A bit tiring, I couldn't wait to arrive in London." Afonso smiled and sat beside the Briton, looking at the rose he was holding before handing it to Arthur, "This is for you... I know it's your favourite..."
Arthur smiled warmly when he saw the red rose being offered to him and picked it carefully, closing his eyes as he brought the flower closer to his nose to smell its sweet scent, "Thank you, Port..."
Afonso nodded with a warm smile on his lips and leaned forward discreetly, placing a hand behind Arthur's head and tangling his fingers into his golden hair as he closed the distance between their lips. He chuckled when he heard a quiet gasp against his lips and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the warmth of those soft lips pressed against his own. Afonso pulled away slowly when he felt Arthur's body relaxing against his own and ran his thumb over the Englishman's bottom lip, just loving when he had that faint blush covering his pale cheeks.
Arthur averted his eyes to the side and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, already used with the other's liking for stealing kisses when he wasn't paying attention, "When did you arrive? I don't remember hearing the doorbell..."
"You still put the spare key in the same place when I'm coming to visit, remember?"
"Oh, of course..." Arthur chuckled, letting his eyelids flutter for a brief second before blinking to remain awake, "I'm a bit slow today..."
Afonso let out a quiet sigh and knelt beside the couch, placing a hand over Arthur's forehead to make sure he didn't have a fever, "Were you overworking yourself again? I told you to get enough sleep and eat properly."
"I'm fine, mommy..."
The Portuguese chuckled when he heard that and stood up again, slipping an arm under Arthur's knees and the other behind his back before pulling him up. "Come, I'll take you to your bedroom..."
Arthur widened his eyes when he was lifted from the couch and wrapped an arm around Afonso's neck instinctively, feeling his cheeks flaming red when he realized how he was being carried. "No, we still have a lot to talk before sleeping..."
"Work can wait until tomorrow, now you'll get a good night of sleep and tomorrow morning I'll make a decent breakfast..."
Arthur sighed and stared at the Portuguese with the corner of his eyes as the other walked upstairs. He really wanted to complain about being carried but he was feeling so tired... deep inside he just wanted to sleep and forget about his work for a little while.
Afonso raised an eyebrow and lowered his head when he felt Arthur's body getting heavier between his arms, chuckling when he noticed that the other had fallen asleep. His lips were slightly parted as he breathed peacefully and his head was resting loosely against the Portuguese's chest. Afonso watched the other's sleeping face for a few seconds and pushed open the door to his bedroom with his foot, placing the Englishman over the mattress carefully before taking off his shoes.
"Thank you..."
Afonso looked up when he heard Arthur's faint whisper and sat on the edge of the bed when the Englishman patted the spot by his side on the double bed. He kicked off his shoes and sneaked under the warm blankets too, not even remembering to change into his nightwear when he saw a pair of bright emerald eyes staring back at him into the dim light.
Arthur smiled tiredly and raised his hand to caress one of Afonso's cheeks, moving closer to him unconsciously when he was drawn by the warmth of his lover's body, "For always staying by my side... you were always there for me."
"Arthur... we've been together for so long... I wouldn't be able to leave you even if I wanted..." Afonso whispered, wrapping both arms around the Englishman and pulling him closer to his chest into a tight hug, "You're part of my history and this history is what makes me the man I am today..."
Arthur blinked slowly when a small smile graced his lips, letting his head sink into the fluffy pillow when he couldn't fight the sleep anymore. "I love you..."
"I love you too..." Afonso whispered as he pressed a gentle kiss on Arthur's forehead before closing his own eyes. In nights like that, when he had his love sleeping peacefully between his arms, he was sure to have the most peaceful dreams he could ask for.
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