England x Reader

Getting to know you

Arthur's POV:

I watched her walk into the room and then face palmed. 'Idiot! You always manage to embarrass yourself.' I walked back downstairs and made my way to the kitchen. I couldn't help but check myself in the mirror beforehand and saw a slight pink glow on my cheeks from the previous incident. 'Compose yourself, Arthur. It was just a small mistake. Stiff-upper-lip, that's the key.' I walked into the kitchen and went to put the kettle on.

Your POV:

Fortunately, the clothes were my size as well as being comfortable to move in; t-shirt and jeans. I quickly texted [F/N] to let her know that I wouldn't be going to college today because I was feeling ill; being in cold, wet clothes for so long had altered my temperature by quite a considerable amount, but I tried not to let it bother me. As I stepped out of the room I couldn't help but admire every aspect of Arthur's house. The four-poster beds that were in each room, all decorated differently; the various ornaments on the walls and shelves. It was all so...British. It was almost as if Arthur had taken every time period of England and had designed his house to hold aspects of each time. I quickly went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror and noticed that my hair was still a complete mess. 'Well...Let's look on the bright side; he's seen me at my worst so it's only upward from here.' I tried to think positively but a part of me just wanted to curl up in a ball, never to be looked at again. I saw a hair brush on of the bathroom shelves and quickly sorted out my messy look. 'I probably should have asked...damn it [Name], where's your manners!?' I face palmed again. Pulling out the hair from the brush, I placed it back where I found it, hoping that Arthur wouldn't be angry if he found out I'd used it. I walked downstairs and followed the distant sound of humming. 'He has such a nice voice. Wait! What am I thinking? I don't even know the guy! Gah! What if he's a creep?!' My brain panicked as I slowly forced myself to enter the kitchen. 'Well, I have pepper spray in my bag...I'm sure I'll be fine...' I told myself with uncertainty. "H-Hi, Arthur, um, where would you like me to put my dirty clothes?" I asked, trying to block my previous thoughts.

"Give them here and I'll go and put them in the wash." He replied, taking my clothes and walking into the next room. "Feel free to sit down and help yourself to tea," Arthur called, to which I happily obliged. Just when I had sat down with the warm drink, I sneezed loudly. "Ugh, that was horrible," I spoke with a groggy voice and my nose felt numb. A box of tissues sat in the middle of the kitchen table and I quickly grabbed one to stop my nose from running. "Are you alright, [Name]? Your eyes are watering." Arthur came over and put his hand on my forehead. I felt myself blush as his facial expression changed into a frown. "Your temperature is quite low and you look rather pale; I'll be right back." He walked out of the room and came back in with a blanket which he then wrapped around me. "Woah, it's heated!" I exclaimed with surprise and I felt my body instantly begin to warm up. "I don't know how to thank you, Arthur. You've been non-stop generous since we met." I spoke gratefully and snuggled into the blanket he had given me, sipping the bitter but comforting tea. "That's quite alright, Love." He beamed as he sat down. 'There it is again: Love. Is he just saying that?' "I suppose to pay me back you could tell me exactly what you were doing out in the rain?" He spoke with concern mixed with curiosity. He almost looked as if he was bracing himself for some awful story. I laughed a little and told him about my 'adventure' this morning. By the end of it, we were both laughing at how badly the morning had gone, saying 'at least there's the afternoon to improve'. "I'm actually kinda glad that this all happened, otherwise, I'd have probably never met you," I said happily. Arthur smiled warmly at me and I felt our friendship getting better by the second. "So Arthur, tell me how you managed to get hold of women's clothes." I raised an eyebrow and smirked, feeling as though this was going to be an interesting tale. "Ah, yes. Well, about 2 weeks ago my brother, Alfred, came to visit and he had brought his wife along with him. I still can't believe that nincompoop got married," He muttered the last part to himself but I still heard it, chuckling at his words. He smiled when I laughed. His way of speaking was so charming and I loved the way he used a sarcastic and matter-of-fact tone when telling a story. Though his eyes betrayed what annoyance he held in his voice as fondness shone in his emerald hues. He cleared his throat to continue. "Anyway, he came to visit and I showed them around the town, let them go sightseeing, you know how Americans are. Now they were both staying in the spare bedroom that you were in and a few days before they were scheduled to leave, Alfred thought it would be a grand idea to buy a dog while he was here." I stared, shocked at what Arthur had said. "Wait, a dog? Even though he could get one in America?" He nodded.

"Yes, a dog. That bloody idiot has never had any sense. So he brought this dog to my house and, of course, I was livid. I mean, that thing left fur everywhere, it wasn't disciplined and managed to get paw prints all over the kitchen floor. I've only just managed to clean it all up. Now, because this dog was highly undisciplined-"

"What was his wife's reaction?" I blurted out. "Sorry, I-I didn't mean to interrupt..." I looked down at my now empty cup. "No, no, it's quite alright." He chuckled at my interest in his story. "It's been a while since I've had such an eager audience," I smiled at his words as he proceeded with the rest of the story. "At first, she was as shocked as I was. But then, being the enthusiast that she is, she immediately took a shine to it and they both treated it like it was some sort of baby. I was not impressed. The dog kept on stealing people's clothes." You nodded, finally understanding what he was getting at.

"So the dog hid some of her clothes?"

"That thing hid everyone's clothes. I'm still looking for some of mine. But yes, that is how those clothes managed to get here. I was just going to wait until I saw them again to return them. Posting clothes to America is rather expensive." We both chuckled and silence began to settle between the two of us. I rubbed my thumb over the rim of my cup, trying to think of something to say. Although I didn't mind silence, I was really enjoying getting to know Arthur. There was something about him that sparked an interest and it was as though we both clicked. I looked at my watch (which somehow managed to survive the rain) and noticed it was coming up to about 12:30. "I don't suppose you want to stay for lunch, [Name]?" I looked up at Arthur, who had stood up and was picking up the empty cups. I smiled gratefully and replied, "I'd love to."  

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