England X Reader Request for 6Canada6

There you stood waiting for your best friend, Arthur, to get there. Arthur's band was playing, and you weren't going to miss it. In honor of the occasion, you even were your favorite black denims that were covered in holes, your (fave color) V-neck, and your black Converses. Your hair was decorated with your new (color) streaks.

If it weren't for Arthur's performance, you probably wouldn't be out, but he was your best friend. You were going to miss his first gig the world. You wouldn't admit it, but you secretly loved him to death.

"Hey, _," he yelled, running up to you with his guitar on his back.
"Hi," you said with your usual hyper energy. "So, how is his whole thing gonna go?"
"Well, the opening act will go well we get set up," he explained. "They lived close by and happened to volunteer since we were so far away from we're playing."
"Who's your opening band?" You asked curiously.
"Some local band," he said. "They're called Destruction."
"Oh, they sound cool," you cheered. "What are they singing?"
"They're singing an English cover of 'Karakuri Burst'."
"Oh gosh, that's so cool!" You yelled completely spazzing over the use of your favorite VocaRock song.

After hearing Destruction perform (which you totally adored), Arthur and his band were up. You saw his best friend Alfred on drums, Gilbert on bass, and Ivan on guitar. Arthur came out with the same smirk he had every time he performed. You absolutely loved that smirk. He greeted the crowd as any rock star would and introduced the other members of the Causeless Rebels. He saw you in the crowd, and his smirk grew. He began to play the song you were proud to say was your favorite.

There was something you didn't know though. Your favorite song was a song about you. You were silently mouthing the words as you dance around (more like jumped around like a rabbit on crack) with the lead singer of Destruction, a blue-streaked brunette they called Meltdown. The song was ending. As the guitars were hitting their final notes, Arthur did something unexpected.
"I love you, _," he yelled into the microphone.

He jumped off the stage and walked over to you. He grabbed you by the waist and planted his lips on yours in a surprisingly passionate kiss. You found yourself kissing back, and the crowd cheered and catcalled.
"I love you, Arthur," you laughed, your face getting redder and redder.