It had been two weeks since the feather toy test, you hadn't dared test another toy for fear that Arthur would find out what you were doing if you tested a toy too often. But, as expected, your anxiousness and excitement was getting to you. You couldn't help it! The bag of catnip that you'd bought seemed to weigh five pounds because you always kept it in your pocket. It was driving you mad, it seemed, the anticipation to see Arthur's reaction to the catnip. You and Arthur had used the nip on your cats Alex and Muffins when ever you wanted a nice, quiet, calm night without them trying to climb all over the house. This was quite often, as you might tell.
But…there was one thing you feared was his human senses snapping him out of it too quickly. You couldn't get caught…you didn't want to lose your close friendship with England. That was why you were going to play "ceiling stalker" using some techniques that Hungary had taught you. When you came into the living room, you saw Arthur as he had been for the past few days, sitting in front of a spellbook, staring intently at the page. Just as you were about to pull the nip out of your back pocket, you head him cry out, "AHA!"
You immediately pulled your hand away from your pocket and raised an eyebrow at him. He picked up a seemingly random spellbook from the pile and flipped through it quickly, grinning triumphantly. You knew he'd found something but…you weren't sure what. And, honestly, you were quite afraid to ask.
"Uh, Arthur?"
He turned toward you, that same grin on his lips.
"I found it," he said softly. "It was right under my nose the entire time in a book I didn't even think to look in earlier!" He let out a soft laugh, a smile on his lips. "Finally…I can get out of this form." He whispered.
"Is it really that bad?" you asked him.
"Yes…Your mind is constantly battling with the feline instincts…I am quite afraid that I'll lose it one day..." He shook his head and sighed, a soft smile replacing the scowl that was on his face. "But, that doesn't matter anymore. I found the spell and I should be able to cast it tomorrow, after preparing everything in the attic that night.
"That's great!" You said, embracing your British friend and hugging him. He froze for a moment, shocked by the sudden affection from you, before hugging you back.
You heart fluttered a bit as his strong arms wrapped around you. In your head, you were doing a little victory dance and screaming 'YES!' but you managed to stay calm on the outside. When you pulled back, you gave him a tiny smile and tilted your head to the side, your (h/l) (h/c) falling over your face and covering one of your eyes. England gaped for moment, making you blush deeply.
"W-Well…I'm going to go shopping, okay?" You stuttered out. Had he been staring at you?! W-What was that for? Did he think you were attractive? Why did he have that look on his face? IT IS SO HARD TO FOCUS WHEN HE IS BLUSHING, DAMMIT. These thoughts and many similar to them were flying through your mind very quickly. The light hint of a blush on his cheeks didn't really do much good for your confused mess of a mind in that moment. When you'd caught him staring at you like that, it was like all the little people inside your head who manage (what's left of) your mind suddenly jumped away from their desks and began running around, squealing and screaming.
You needed to focus before you did something stupid, something you'd regret. Arthur nodded and you quickly made your way out of the house, not caring about the Brit who was staring at your back as you left, but trying to reorganize the little work force inside your head. As you got into the car, you tapped the side of your head angrily.
"Hey, you in there, get it TOGETHER. We're making our move tonight, got that? I can't have you spazzing out on me while I'm trying to confess to my crush, okay?"
And with that, you started the car and began to drive off to get food for dinner.
Le Time Skip -
Arthur went into the attic to begin preparations for the spell but…he couldn't get his mind off of you…Why was this so difficult? He'd had feelings for many, many women before but you were…different. You were precious to him. He didn't want to lose you; he treasured your friendship as if it were the rarest gemstone on the planet. Maybe that's what kept him from confessing his feelings to you all these years…Of course, there was also the fact that he knew you since you were a baby. Your Father, (Father's Name), had also been a close friend of the countries. The (Last Name) Family had been deeply involved with the countries since they first discovered the existence of the personifications. This was also a healthy thing, seeing as having a human family involved with the countries allows them to really get their minds off of things, it helped, to have family in most of the countries across the globe.
He frowned slightly. Your Father probably wouldn't be too pleased if he found out about Arthur's feelings toward you…He only thanked his lucky stars that he hadn't been the country that was firmly involved in your upbringing. That had been Russia and America. At even the thought of the frightening Russian, Arthur shuddered and glanced behind him, checking to make sure that Ivan wasn't there, asking "Become one with Mother Russia, da?"
Well…At least England knew not to make you mad. With a sort-of-adopted father figure like Ivan, he knew you could be extremely dark and very twisted when angered. Arthur finally managed to snap himself out of the thoughts of your family and the creepy Russian enough to get to work on the preparations. He immersed himself in his work, trying to forget all the thoughts that were swimming through his mind. He only snapped away from his work when he heard your sing-song voice from downstairs.
"Arthur, dinner's ready~!"
-Downstairs-
It was all set up, everything to put your plan into action. You had wine from Francis, your dinner of fish and chips was set up, and everything was neat and clean. Perfect. Nothing could ruin this. Oh, knock on wood. Don't want to jinx your perfect dinner, now do we?
As Arthur came down, you smiled sheepishly.
"Surprise~" You chimed shyly. He gazed at you for a moment, his jaw slack. Then, he regained his composure and placed a tiny ghost of a smile on his lips. The two of you ate in silence yet again but it was different this time. You couldn't enjoy each others' company like you had so many times before…You both were too busy worrying about what the other thought of you! Both of you were debating on whether to confess your feelings.
"(Y/n) I—"
"Arthur I—"
You both stared at each other after you'd both spoken. You then smiled and let out a soft giggle.
"You go first," you said in a voice that was as soft as Canada's.
"Ah, no. It would be impolite. Ladies first." You giggled again and Arthur couldn't help but smile at this. You were just too cute like this, when you weren't angry or upset…Just all fun, giggly and happy.
"Well…Um…Arthur…I…" Why weren't you words coming out? You'd rehearsed this so many times in your head, why couldn't it happen like it did in those dreams you had! Well…things would probably NEVER happen the way they did in your dreams but a girl could hope, right? Sighing, you looked down, not wanting to meet England's eyes if he was disgusted by your next words.
"I kinda…sorta…have a…really big…um…crush on you." As you spoke your voice slowly trailed off until it was just barely above a whisper. When you glanced at Arthur's deep green eyes, you saw an expression of shock. Your head immediately snapped up. "B-But I understand if you don't return my feelings! I mean…I am like, a lot younger then you and you did kinda help raise me so I understand how it could be awkward…A-And even if you don't return my feelings I really, really treasure our friendship and I don't want to lose that but if this makes things too weird and stuff I understand." You rambled on this entire speech without taking a breath. You stopped there to take a well needed breath. For a moment there, it felt like you were going to pass out from lack of oxygen.
"Love?" Arthur whispered.
"I-I'll just…um…shut up now." You mumbled, burying your face in your hands.
Arthur shook his head, snapping out of his shock. And then, he did something that made your (e/c) eyes go wide. He began to chuckle. Chuckle. Not a dark, sadistic one that you heard when he was planning revenge on America or France. No…It was…amused? You looked up at him with a questioning look and he sighed, grinning widely. Then, he stood up and walked over to where you were sitting, leaning down so that his face was just a bit away from yours.
"We're both right fools." He mumbled, placing a finger under your chin.
You immediately turned that unbelievable shade of red you'd seen on Arthur's face when you caught him playing with the yarn.
"H-How s-s-so?" You managed to stutter out, pleasantly surprised but extremely awkward with his face being so close to yours.
"I guess I've had, as you so eloquently put it, 'sorta really big crush' on you for a while now as well. It actually developed around the time you lived here with me."
Your face went an even deeper shade of red and your erratic breathing stopped, holding in the breath as his nose brushed against yours. You could feel his hot breath so close to you, his deep green eyes staring into your (e/c) eyes. He seemed to think about something for a moment before grinning. It wasn't any normal grin.
Oh hell no.
Not from England, in this situation at least.
It was the grin you'd only seen in portraits of him as a pirate. Or the grin that was on his face in the pictures of him as a punk from around the 80s. It unnerved you more than Russia's dark aura. His tail came up and brushed lightly against your neck, making you bite your bottom lip. Damn him! He knew your neck was sensitive! You two locked eyes and you could see the love in his. Then, there was a spark of something else that made your heart skip a beat.
Lust.
His lips pressed against yours in a kiss, which was slow and gentle at first, as you would expect of Arthur. Then, his tongue brushed your bottom lip, requesting entrance. After gladly granting his request, all hell broke loose. The kiss became more heated, more passionate, and just plain fierce as you two battled with your tongues. While Arthur thought he was going to get dominance, you were putting up a fight! You wouldn't let him reduce you to moaning his name and whimpering just yet. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss. Your hands remained planted on his chest, curled into tight fists. Then, he pulled a sneaky little move. He let his soft tail brush against your neck, as well as ghosting over your extra sensitive sweet spot. You gasped and then moaned deeply, your hands curling even tighter. But, since this had distracted you, Arthur had taken control.
Somehow, you two managed to end up in the bedroom and…well…Everything after that is not appropriate for little ones, we'll leave it at that.
