You swished your hand around in the hat whilst carefully trying to decide what you wanted to pick. Many different types of textures brushed slightly against your hand until you came across something. It felt quite squishy in a way. You carefully pulled it out the hat as to not damage it and to your reveal, it was a moldy strawberry. It gave off an unsettling aroma but by the stage the strawberry was in its life, you automatically knew who it belonged to. "This is yours, isn't it, Arthur?" you stated holding the strawberry in-front of him as Francis and Alfred burst into a blinded laughter. You always felt bad for Arthur by how the others always made fun of his cooking. Well, you have to admit, it was pretty terrible. He always over or under cooks things on accident, at least you think so, anyways.
With his hand settling on a fixed position of his head, he guided you to your walk-in wardrobe as Francis showed you the seven minutes set to go. As soon as the door closed you couldn't help but find yourself staring at Arthur's luxurious military green uniform. You thought it was so cute! Everything about him you thought was cute. The way he dresses, his hair, his eyebrows and especially his adorable British accent! You'd always been a fan of English culture but when you brought it up, Arthur would always change the subject as quickly as he could. "Why are you looking at me like that? Don't be so dumbfounded in the head." he said to your surprise. "Um... Because I think you're cute..." you mutter without realizing.
Your eyes widen in surprise as you suddenly realize what you just admitted as you notice Arthur look away from you with a slight reddening to your face. "Thank you, but I'm afraid I can't accept your remark." Your heat felt like it was to be crumpled to pieces by the words he just said. He must have seen the depression in your face as he walked over and placed one of his hands softly on the top of your [h/l] [h/c] hair. "W-why not?" you whimper like a lost puppy as he pulled your head towards his chest. "I do it because I never wanted to fall in love with you. You deserve far better than someone like me. But now all I worry and think about is you." That confession made your heart race as you felt your entire face become overcome with a burning blush. "Arthur... You're all I want! I don't want any of them apart from you!" you state in a harsh tone as you felt tears start to fall from your [e/c] eyes.
"If that's how you feel..." he mumbled as he pulled your face closer to his. You could notice he was blushing as well with his adorable eyebrows and his messy blonde hair. It was awkward how it turned out in the end. Both your lips clashed together but all that turned into an awkward mess as Francis threw open the revealing the both of you in your romantic stance. You knew for sure you probably scared Sealand for life now, but it was so much more worth it. Without hesitance, Arthur picked you up bridal style and carried you out to your much surprise.
The other girls' rounds were nothing compared to yours. You really didn't care anymore about that since now you had the British man of your dreams with his hands around your waist for the rest of the night. What really made you fall in love with him? Who knows. All you knew now is that you'll have to learn how to put up with his cooking or you'll just have to cook everything yourself! With that thought in your mind, you couldn't help but burst out laughing from your own imagination. You also thought how hysterical it was how Francis and Arthur kept making fun of each other during the rest of the night as well!
Ahhhhh, I hope you guys enjoyed this one. I love England so much as a character and how boisterous he can be when he gets into fights XD But please, please, refrain from THE MUFFIN THROWING!! I don't like muffins ; -; I'll definitely have more characters being released soon, so please look forward to that <3 Thankies for reading!~