Hetalia X Reader
England
One Drunken Night
Today was a good day! No, today was a bad day. Good? Bad? Good-Bad? At this point, you were way too drunk to remember. Well let's recap what's happened so far today.
Well let's start at the beginning, shall we? It was the lovely season of spring, and that brought thunderstorms. And a recent storm passed and the power went out while you were sleeping. Because of that your alarm clock was disabled and instead of waking up 5am to get up and get to work by 6:45am, you got up at 7am. As you jumped out of bed to get ready, you looked at your phone and noticed 3 missed calls from your boss.
Crap. You immediately thought.
As you drove to work in a hurry you had no time to stop anywhere for breakfast, you noticed how hungry you were. You looked around your car and noticed a wrapper poking out of the glove-box. You reached over and opened it and saw a crunchy, half eaten donut from 2 weeks ago. You are not proud of the fact that you ate the stale donut, but you were extremely desperate. As you pulled into the parking lot you shut off the car and ran to the building and almost fell on your face because of how wet it was from the storm last night.
Once you entered the building, you decided to try to sneak into your cubicle and pretend like you were there the whole time. This ultimately failed. As you got to your cubicle, you heard the booming voice of your boss. "_! In my office, NOW!"
Damn it! So close! You thought. You rose from your crouch and went with your boss to his office with a small amount of dignity.
Before your boss could scream at you, you immediately groveled and begged for him to understand your misunderstanding. It worked. To an extent…. You were demoted to his personal secretary. Your first job, to make copies of a report for him. Seemed easy enough.….Wrong. This was actually the worst part of your day.
As soon as you entered the copy room, you saw something horrible. You saw your steady boyfriend on top of the copier making out like a wild animal with the office slut and by the look of how messed up their hair and clothes were they had been at it for a while.
You stared at them until they noticed you. Your boyfriend and the slut said at the exact same time said, "_, it's not what it looks like!"
You just shook your head and walked away. Then you ran as you felt your eyes start to fill with tears. You found safety in a janitorial supply closet. Once in there, you began to cry. It wasn't loud rolling sobs, it was quiet and soft and tears that poured down your face in rolling torrents. Once you got control of yourself, you cleaned yourself up and you left the closet. You walked back to your cubicle and sat down. Five minutes later, your boss comes back and screams at you. "Are you crazy? Or are you just stupid? Are you so stupid you can't make copies?! I give you the simplest task and you can't do it!? You're lucky I don't fire you now, _!"
You soon zoned out what he was saying and realized, What am I still doing here? I don't need this.
You got up before your boss finished his rant and you vaguely remember him yelling for you to come back or you were going to be fired. But you left before you could fully understand what he was saying.
After you got out the parking lot, you took off your heels and walked.
Just walked.
You walked for about an hour until you hit a pub. You walked in and sat down. The bartender read the look on your face and immediately gave you a shot of whiskey.
Now here you are. Two shots of whiskey and three mojitos later and you could barely remember your name.
You ordered another mojito and reached down to grab your wallet. When you looked inside, you saw it was empty. The bartender came back over with your drink and said, "Eight dollars, sweetheart."
As you were about to tell him you ran out of money, a man with blond hair dressed a little too nice for a Wednesday afternoon in a small pub filled with drunken men drowning their sorrows. "I'll pay for the lady's drink." He said in a British accent that made you melt. He handed the bartender the money and sat down next to you.
As you downed half the mojito in one sitting, you looked over at the gentleman who had bought it for you and saw he was wide eyed.
"What're you lookin' at?" You slurred.
The man was startled. "N-Nothing, love. Just wondering why you seem so down."
"What makes you think I'm down?" your speech was slurred even more.
"Well a beautiful woman like yourself has been sitting in bar since noon today, downing whiskey and mojitos, as if trying to forget something repulsive. What are you trying to forget, love?" the man asked with genuine concern.
"Well if you must know, I am trying to forget something repulsive. My boyfriend cheated on me with the office slut and now I probably lost my job. So yeah I am trying to forget something. I'm trying to forget that douche bag who made me think I love him." You downed the rest of your mojito and stood up. "Thanks for the drink." You took one step and immediately collapsed.
Luckily the man caught you before you hit your head on the corner of the bar. You stared up into his eyes that, you swore it was the alcohol talking, sparkled like emeralds. He stared into your (e/c) eyes and gave a short gasp. Your (h/c) locks fell almost touching the ground. After a moment of shared eye contact, he pulled you up into a standing position.
He let go and you almost face-planted. The man caught you again and put your arm around his shoulder to support your weight. "Why don't you stick with me, love?"
All you could do was slightly nod. You could never handle your alcohol well. You were surprised you lasted as long as you did.
The man half dragged-half carried you to a car that was parked about 30 feet from the pubs entrance and put you in the passenger seat. He buckled you in and then went around to the other side and got in. He started the car and drove.
He looked at you and asked, "What's your name, love?"
You looked at him confused.
"Well you have a name don't you?"
You looked back at him. "My name is _ _." You slurred so horribly you doubted he could understand it.
"_? That's a beautiful name."
You were going to say thank you but you thought better of it. You thought better of it because you started to feel nauseous and really didn't want to throw up in this man's car.
When gained control of your nausea, you asked, "What's your name?" But this to was pretty incomprehensible.
"M-My name? Oh right. My name is Arthur Kirkland." He said.
After you learned his name, you leaned your head against the cool glass and played his name over and over in your mind until you drifted off into a state of sleep that was like a coma.
- Time Skip-
You woke to a shift in space that was alarming. Once you started to move you realized that Arthur was carrying you somewhere. Your question was "where?".
Then a lot of struggling and a few curses later, you felt a nice comfortable surface surround you and then felt something soft get placed over you…. It was a blanket. Then a weight shift next to your head. A few moments later, you felt a hand stroking your hair, and you weren't going to lie, it felt nice.
You moved closer to the hand but it stopped. Then you felt the weight disappear. You felt sad. This was the nicest thing that happened to you today, and now it was gone and done with.
A combination of what just happened and the alcohol you started to cry. These tears were the loud ones. You sobbed and sobbed and soaked the section where your head was with your tears. Then you heard footsteps running toward you. Then the weight came back and you felt a pair of strong hands grab your head and get set down in a lap. The hand came back and stroked your hair again. Then the voice spoke, "What's wrong, love? Are you hurt?"
You sniffled and replied, "That was the nicest thing that happened to me today and then you took it away. Why?"
The voice replied hesitantly, "W-W-Well, you see…. Uh…. I was scared. Because I have feelings for you and I didn't know if you felt the same way. Do you?"
You turned your head to face the voice and slowly opened your eyes, then staring down at you was Arthur. The man who in a time where you were at an embarrassing level of drunkness took you in and comforted you. He listened to your problems and tried to help you feel better. You knew your answer….
"Yes." You smiled and tears poured once again out of your eyes.
Arthur looked concerned. "Then why are you crying, love?"
You shut him up by grabbing his face and pressing his lips to yours, tears still pouring down your face.
He was shocked at first, then he realized what was going on and he hurriedly kissed back. You let go of the sides of his head as he grabbed yours. Then in a moment of heated passion, he swept you off, what you now realized was, the couch. He carried you up some stairs and into a bedroom and set you on the bed. When he laid you on the bed, he ferociously kissed you again, this time with even more passion.
You continued this late into the night.
- Time Skip -
When you woke up the next morning, you had realized you had spent the night at Arthur's house, because he didn't know where you lived and you were much too intoxicated to know either. You also woke up in Arthur's arms, which were strong and protective yet warm and caring. Also let's not forget the biggest hangover you have ever had.
Once completely awake, you ran to the bathroom and began to vomit. A few moments later, two gentle hands lifted your (h/c) locks, so as not have them get covered in vomit. After the first torrent was over you collapsed next to the toilet and started taking in necessary gulps of air.
Arthur laughed. "Well I can't wait to tell the guys I found someone who holds their liquor worse than I do."
You gave him a scowl and then gagged. You braced yourself for another wave, but it didn't come. You relaxed again.
Arthur just smiled and brushed a (h/c) lock out of your eyes. You smiled back at him and leaned in to kiss him.
He put a finger to your reaching lips and you frowned. "Not now, love," he said, "At least not until you brush your teeth."
You both laughed. Then, without warning another wave of nausea came and you went with it.
It was going to be a very long morning, but at least you had Arthur.
THE END
