Okay, I admit, I've always wanted to try something like this. So, uh, it's here, I guess. I'm going to update soon. :3 And I honestly wish that more EngHun fics would come in. It's such an underrated pairing..


A - Adoration

Arthur had always admired Elizaveta Héderváry's hair. It looked so smooth, silky and soft, and he wished that he could run his hands through it every single day. Looking at her was really tempting, especially when she just very near him- so he didn't dare do that.

"Um, Mr. England... Do you, uh, have something against me?" she asked one day. Arthur suppressed a blush.

"Wh... Why do you ask?"

She shifted her feet uncomfortably, staring at the floor. "Well, you seem to ignore me or something. Whenever I look at you, you always turn away frowning."

"Oh! Well, that... I just, um...," he stammered, trying to find a way to explain his 'hostile' behaviour. "I just... I really like your hair, and seeing you just really tempts me to grab you and run my hands through that silky mass for hours." This confession caused Elizaveta's face to heat up and turn dark red.

"If... If you like it that much, then... I guess you could," she mumbled.

Arthur wasted no time in doing so.


Somebody give me a word starting with B other than Beautiful, please! D: Well, anyway, this is all for today; I should start getting some sleep because it's 2 in the morning and I need the rest. (I can't seem to get any sleepier, though. I ate too much iced cream.)