England awoke that morning to the sound of rain gently pattering against the glass of the window. A fragile shell of light slipped in through the curtains, gently illuminating the living room in which he slept. Dust motes swirled in the light, spinning through the air like snowflakes in a storm. Raindrops were beaded up on the outside of the window and several small streams of water ran down the glass that was visible through the blue curtains. He smiled - he loved the rain. It reminded him of his home, and helped ease his homesickness.
He pushed the thick blanket off himself, yawning a little and rubbing his clear green eyes, and stood up to open the curtains.
It was what he would consider a nice morning. The sky was a pale white-grey and the rain was not too heavy. All the colours of the grass and plants looked vibrant and wonderful against the cold grey sky and freezing rain splashing onto the ground.
Arthur glanced at the clock on the wall. It read 6:21 am - a fairly normal time for him to wake up. Ukraine wouldn't be awake yet and the nations were still with Hungary. He had pretty much the entire house to himself for a few hours. And it was Saturday.
The Brit pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and a Beatles t-shirtand, slid across the floor on his socks. He caught himself on the kitchen door, chuckling, and made two cups of tea. Ukraine would probably appreciate a nice cuppa - though to be honest he wasn't sure why he was doing this anyway.
England ascended the stairs quickly and quietly, taking care not to spill the hot liquid. The rain outside grew heavier and he could hear it pounding against the windows. His good mood increased, and he put a bounce into his steps as he pushed open Ukraine's door and stepped inside.
"Good morning, Katyusha!" he said cheerily, shutting the door behind him. He took a few paces away from the door, looking around. Ukraine was nowhere to be seen.
"Huh?" he asked himself. He placed the cup of tea on the dresser and turned towards the door just as Ukraine came into the room. Arthur's face turned crimson - the busty Ukrainian was wearing nothing but her large bra, panties, and the body she was born in.
"A-ah! Sorry, Miss U-Ukraine!" he gasped. Ukraine let out a short, high scream.
"I should turn around..." he stammered, tearing his eyes away. She had a rather nice figure.
"You should put a shirt on too, England!" she said, attempting to calm herself down.
"I'm wearing one already. Are you okay? I'm truly sorry for bursting in on you-"
"Sorry, I didn't notice the shirt. I... I like your jeans..?" Ukraine mumbled. Her eyes were clearly fixed on his bum although she was trying to make things less awkward, as if that would work. She looked away, pulling on some trousers and a big floppy jumper, dragging a brush through her mostly dry hair. She had just got out the shower.
"Can I turn around now?" England called, one hand over his eyes.
"Da, you can," she said, gently taking his hand away.
England grinned sheepishly, cheeks still tinted pink.
"Sorry..." he mumbled, rubbing the nape of his neck.
"It's okay, England," Ukraine replied equally sheepishly. He sipped his tea, avoiding eye contact, and there was an awkward silence.
"We should go get some breakfast, da...?"
"Yes, I think so," The Brit replied.
The two of them headed down the staircase together, England still muttering apologies. Ukraine really didn't understand what it was with the English and apologising.
"You can stop apologising now England." Ukraine laughed, walking into the kitchen.
"Er, okay. Sorry," he said, brushing his hair from his eyes.
"You did it again."
"Sorr- ack..."
It was at this point that Ukraine realised she was still holding Arthur's hand. She released it suddenly, blushing a little.
"Now it's my turn to apologise!" she giggled.
"That's ok, to be truly honest, I quite liked it." he said casually, popping some toast under the grill. It took him less than a millisecond to notice what he had just said, and clamped his hand over his mouth, eyes wide.
"I-I mean, not that I was holding it because- I mean, you know! Uh..." he spluttered, hands flying around wildly as he attempted to explain. Ukraine just laughed and seized his wrists, stopping his hands.
"Calm down England. It's okay." she chuckled.
"I..."
"Just breathe."
An awkward hour passed in which nobody spoke. The two of them ate their breakfast and checked the news in their country, occasionally making a noise of disapproval or nodding happily. Finally, just as the clock on the wall chimed 8, Ukraine spoke.
"Arthur?" she said, looking up from her newspaper. She swallowed nervously, meeting his clear, emerald eyes.
"Th... Can... The floods in the south west of your country are quite concerning aren't they?" she said, smiling. Ukraine cursed herself inwardly.
"Yes, they are. There was a landslip in Old Sodbury, just north of Bristol. She hasn't stopped texting me all morning. Devon's floods are even worse." he said, frowning and tapping something into his phone. Ukraine nodded meekly.
"Arthur?" she said after another ten minutes. She was having a lot of trouble plucking up the courage to do this.
"Yes?" he answered again, looking up.
"Can you come a little closer?" Ukraine asked, standing up. England looked puzzled, but stood, leaning against the table.
"And now?" he asked, curious.
Ukraine took a deep breath in, and took his pale cheek in her hand. It was cool against the warm skin of her palm. He had the pleasant aroma of rainwater and apples, and it made her senses tingle, in a nice way. She breathed it in, smiling. Katyusha moved in closer, and tilted her head. With a nervous smile, she leaned in and gently kissed Arthur on the lips.
Arthur's green eyes flew open in shock. She could feel him kiss back a little bit. Just a tiny bit. His lips were soft, and held the taste of blackberries. England panicked for a second or two, then relaxed a little. His hands found her neck and pulled her in a little closer, and he was about to kiss her himself.
Unfortunately, Russia and Hungary couldn't have chosen a worse time to fling open the front door.
(A/N)
Two updates in one day :P you are spoiled.
Am I evil? XD
I can't actually remember who suggested Russia butt in but that idea was fabulous and you get the internet xD
This was my first time writing fluff ever, so did I do ok? XD I've never actually been kissed myself so I've got no clue.
By the way that thing with English people and apologising? Its true xD we apologise all the time. If you are in the street and so much as your little finger brushes their coat, we say sorry xD I don't know why we do that.
Also blackberries grow literally everywhere in the British countryside. They're weeds! XD but tasty ones.
Also MASSIVE FAT THANK YOU to Hatsu who I seem to mention every chapter xD she drew Iceland from my other story, Eyjafjallajökul :D
I think I already thanked you. Eh who cares! I love it that much xD
I'll try update soon but my teachers have decided that this is annual load-Thoytsi-with-honework week. Awkward italics just invaded my A/N sorry xD