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EngPol: Gestures

When Arthur returned home after a long day, he was a bit surprised to see the number of candles burning. There was also a trail of rose petals. He followed them to the living room, where even more candles were burning. Feliks was sitting there, and when he saw Arthur he smiled.

"Like, welcome home," Feliks said.

"What's all this then?" Arthur asked, putting down his briefcase.

"Like, when you told me that you'd be working late, I decided to surprise you with a romantic dinner. Like, is it too weird?"

Arthur didn't think so. To be honest, he was touched by the Pole's efforts. He just didn't have the words to tell him. So he hoped that a smile would suffice.

…

Feliks was lying on his side in bed, waiting for Arthur to join him. Despite the dinner they shared, he couldn't help but feel melancholic. It had been on his mind for a while now, and when he was alone like this, he couldn't help but be haunted by those thoughts.

No matter what, Arthur remained distant. Feliks knew that Arthur wasn't very affectionate, but a part of him couldn't help but wonder if Arthur was really in love with him.

Feliks felt Arthur slip into bed beside him, and he was about to turn towards Arthur, when the other surprised him by wrapping an arm around him. Feliks was about to say something, but Arthur beat him to the punch.

"'So are you to my thoughts as food to life'," Arthur whispered, "'or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground; and for the peace of you I hold such strife as 'twixt a miser and his wealth are found; now proud as an enjoyer and anon doubting the filching age will steal his treasure, now counting best to be with you alone, then better'd that the world may see my pleasure; sometime all full with feasting on your sight and by and by clean starved for a look; possessing or pursuing no delight, save what is had or must from you be took. Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, or gluttoning on all, or all away.'"

Feliks knew that he was blushing darkly. He turned around to face Arthur, who gave him a soft smile.

"Like, what was that?" Feliks asked.

"Sonnet 75, Shakespeare," Arthur said. "I've been memorising it for the past week. I hope you realise that I love you."

Feliks smiled, and he wrapped his arms around Arthur. He could feel the distance closing between them.

"Like, I love you too," Feliks said.

The prompt is: 'Person A doesn't show affection easily, Person B loves making romantic gestures. One time when they cuddle before falling asleep together, person A whispers Shakespeare's 75 sonnet into Person B's ear.'

It's Shakespeare. England was the prime candidate for this prompt.