A/N:Requested by Regis Filia!

Yay, it's England's turn~ :D I was debating over two different ideas that I had for this but in the end this one won!
Characters might be OOC.
I do not own Hetalia. I do own the storyline. Enjoy!

Summary:
You had gotten yourself into a pretty sticky situation. Here you were in Arthur's attic, cleaning it for him. Then curiosity got the better of you, opening the one thing Arthur specifically told you not to touch, the chest. What was in it?
Human names used.
ReaderxArthur(England)

Arthur had so kindly asked you to help him clean out his attic and since you were such a nice person you happily accepted. It wasn't like you owed him anything. No, of course not...and it wasn't like a few days ago you were kicking your soccer ball around and it just happened to land in one of his precious rose bushes. No. That definitely didn't happen.

Oh, what were you kidding? After that incident, you had your ears blown off by Arthur with a long winded lecture. You weren't listening to him though. Everything he said went through one ear and out the other. Because you wanted to get away from him and his big mouth you had now landed in your current situation.

~Flashback~

You had to figure out some way to get out of his lecture, before your ears literally exploded off the side of your head. You mentally groaned. All you heard was 'Blah, blah, blah, my roses, blah, blah, bloody hell…'

You sighed. 'Well I have to say something or else I'll be standing here for the rest of my life' you thought to yourself.

"Ah, yeah, sorry about that Arthur," you said apologetically putting your hands together, interrupting him.

He crossed his arms and glared at you.

One for interrupting his lecture, and two for his roses

It didn't seem like you were going to get out of it very easily.

"Uh…well I have to go now," you started as you bent down to pick up your ball, "Sorry again, but I'll do anything to make it up to you…okay?" you finished looking up at him.

A smirk was plastered on his face faster than you could say 'I READ SOME USUK PORN'. You gulped. You never did like it when he smirked like that.

"Really [Your name]? You'll do anything?" Arthur asked, emphasizing 'anything' to imply that you had just signed your death wish.

And you concluded that you did.

~End of Flashback~

You sighed once again as you thought about it. You were following Arthur as he was leading you to the attic. You really needed to think before speaking.

"We're here [Your name]," Arthur said with a sly smirk plastered across his face. He had stopped in front of a ladder which led up to another storey. He signaled for you to follow as he climbed the ladder. You begrudgingly followed, mumbling incoherent curses under your breath.

Reaching the top you chocked on some dust.

"Sheesh Arthur!" you chocked and waved your hand around to clear the dust, "Haven't you heard of cleaning?" you finished, but then wished you never said anything.

You looked to see him looking at you with great amusement.

"That's what you're here for [Your name]," he said giving you his gentlemanly smile.

You shivered. 'Gentleman my ass…' you thought to yourself. Suddenly he shoved a duster into your hands and began climbing back down the ladder. As he reached the bottom he looked up.

"Don't take too long! Oh yes, don't touch the large chest in the corner!" he shouted as he began to walk off.

When you figured he was out of hearing range you clenched your fists around the duster and shouted. "Stupid Arthur! Stupid roses!"

You figured that you had to clean it, or he might never let you leave…you did owe him and you also kind of promised. Grumbling to yourself you began cleaning, even if you really didn't want to…

It had been five minutes. Five long minutes. You had barely cleaned half the room let alone the corner you had started at.

It wasn't like you were lazy or anything, it was just you weren't really motivated to clean someone else's room if you got nothing out of it. Like come on! Arthur could be practically laughing behind your back, secretly thinking about what he was making you do. Well, that was what you thought anyway.

You wondered around the room for a bit, inspecting the things that hung on the wall and other knick knacks that were tucked away on the shelves.

You had reached the 'forbidden' corner. Well, it wasn't really forbidden, you just dubbed it that since Arthur said not to open the chest that was sitting in it. You stood in front of the chest. It was rather large, larger than you had expected. Kneeling down in front of it you went to take a closer inspection. Now you would have expected to see a lock on it since Arthur seemed to not want anyone to go through it, but to your surprise there was no lock.

You quickly swirled your head around to see if Arthur had magically appeared somewhere.

'Nope, the close is clear, nothing to fear, nobody here' you thought to yourself as you grinned and slowly lifted the lid of the chest.

Dust practically flew out into your face. You quickly covered your mouth and coughed. As the dust cloud cleared you peered into the chest.

You couldn't help my stifle a laugh. Sitting there on the top was a pirate hat, feathers and all.

"Ahahaha! Arthur is trying to hide his costumes from me!" you laughed out loud, lifting the hat out of the chest.

"Oh man, I didn't think a gentleman like him would be into this sort of thing!" you exclaimed grinning while trying the hat on.

During this you didn't notice that Arthur had come up to check on you. As he reached the top of the ladder his eyes widened as he saw your back facing him, wearing his hat. Not just any hat, his pirate hat.

You bent over the chest again, pulling out a red cape. 'Oh man, he's got the whole get-up! Cape and all!' you thought grinning.

"Look at me! I'm Captain Arthur Kirkland! AHAHAHA!" you laughed out loud, holding your hand in the air, pretending to wave a sword around as you tried to imagine him saying that.

"Ahem"

You froze. You didn't dare turn around, knowing full well who it was and what he was going to do to you.

"H-Hey Arthur…didn't hear you come up! Should have said something…ha…ha…" you said trying to laugh and lighten the mood, though it wasn't helping.

"[Your name]. What did I tell you…?" Arthur enquired, lifting up one of his eyebrows. Not like you saw this gesture but you could tell by the tone of his voice.

"Um…not to touch the chest in the corner…?" you mumbled quietly.

You felt the hat being taken off your head. You gulped. You turned around to see Arthur wearing the hat himself. Rather than the comical image that you imagined he seemed to be wearing a rather dark and sinister smirk.

"It seems [Your name] has been a very naughty lass," Arthur said darkly, smirking and leaning in closer.

"W-What…? A-Arthur this isn't funny…" you said nervously trying to look away.

"It's not meant to be funny," he said grabbing a few of your [hair color] locks and pulling it to his lips, peering up at you with amusement in his eyes.

You couldn't help but let the blush spread across your cheeks. 'Was this really Arthur? The annoying 'I'm such a gentleman' British guy?' you thought to yourself, trying to calm your heating face.

"What's the matter lass? Did I…take your breath away?' Arthur asked chuckling.

"H-Huh…?" was all you could muster out.

Suddenly he moved in closer, snaking his arm around your waist. You were trapped; your heart was beating so fast you felt it was going to jump right out.

"A-Arthur…um…w-what are you doing?" you stuttered. All you could do now was stare into his eyes.

"I'm going to teach you, how we punish naughty lasses on the high seas," he said, chuckling darkly and smirking as he inched closer. The gap between your lips were only mere millimeters.

Just as he was about to close the almost non existent gap between your lips, he whispered. "And…It's Captain Kirkland to you."

A/N: I hope this one was okay! O:

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