EnglandxReader:
You knocked on your boyfriend's, Arthur, door. "One moment!" you heard him call from somewhere inside the house.
You bounced around excitedly for it had been a while since you had seen him. Four months to be exact.
A flushed England opened the door, hurridely tying his tie. He was wearing a buisness suit and had a briefcase at his feet. "Oh hello, love," he said smiling up at you. He looked back down and began fumbling with his tie again.
Your face fell. "Is this a bad time?" you asked hoping he'd answer 'no'.
He finished with his tie and began putting his jacket on, buttoning it up. "Uh...yes. I'm sorry _______. I have yet another meeting," he replied.
"Another one? But you had one yesterday! And the day before that!" you whined.
"I know, I know. This war is really taking up all the time I have." Arthur finished buttoning up his jacket, picked up his briefcase, heading out the door. He quickly kissed your cheek and headed down the drive.
You hurried after him, grabbing his arm. "Don't go. Please. I want to spend time with you," you begged. You put on your puppy face hoping it would work on him like it did all the other times.
He looked back at you, a pained expression on his face. "__________, I have to go," he said sadly. He pulled his arm out of your grasp and kept walking.
Desperate, you wrapped your arms around his waist. "Take my with you then!" you pleaded.
The Englishman sighed. He turned back to look at you. After a few pauses he finally relented. "Fine," he said.
You let out a cry of joy and hugged him tighter. Arthur laughed slightly, wrapping his arms around you. He pulled out of the hug and took your hand. "Let's go. We don't want to be late."
