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A car carefully pulled into the driveway of the little cottage on the outskirts of town. Its new occupants climbed out and walked up the long path to inspect their new residence.
"My," The woman exclaimed. "It's even more breathtaking in person."
The man laughed happily. "I told you it would be great! Now we just have to wait for the moving van." Just then, a little girl with [h/c] locks came bounding up to the two.
"Mommy! Can I go explore? Please, please, please!"
The woman smiled at her and rubbed her head.
"Sure, honey. But please, don't wander off to far, okay? Do you promise?"
Her daughter beamed up at her. "Okay! I promise."
Turning away, she took off towards the tree line which lay just at the end of the field.
Waving to her parents, she stepped off into the brush and began her adventure.
[Name] was buzzing with excitement. She had always wanted to go exploring and here she was, alone in the wilderness. The thought, as exciting as it was, was also somewhat scary to the young child and she made up her mind that she would be brave.
Suddenly, a small lop –eared bunny hopped across the path and her eyes widened in wonder. It was so cute! But, where was it going? Maybe she should follow?
Just like Alice in wonderland, she began to follow the creature. However, the path that [Name] was on was becoming harder to follow. Plus, the rabbit seemed to have increased its speed. [Name] began to worry about losing it and started to run. Just as she was beginning to get closer, her little foot caught under a tree root and she was sent plummeting with a soft 'thud'.
"Owwie…" She whimpered, tears beginning to prick the corners of her [E/c] eyes.
She carefully sat herself up and examined her knee, which hurt the most, and to her horror, saw a messy gash. The tears began to stream down her face as the lonely girl sobbed quietly to herself.
What was she to do? She was so far from home and she didn't think she could make it back…
And what if no one found her? As she was beginning to rub her eyes, she gasped at the sound of someone calling out. Maybe they would rescue her? They sounded close!
"Hello? Is someone there?" Suddenly, a little boy with messy blonde hair and extremely thick eyebrows appeared from behind a tree. He had a peculiar accent, much like the kind [Name] had heard in town before her family had driven to their new home. "H-hello?"
"Oh my!" The boy's bright green eyes widened in surprise which turned to worry as he saw her tear-stained face and bloodied hands and legs. "Are you alright?"
He trotted over to her and dropped to his knees, examining her wounds carefully before looking back up into her eyes.
"Y-yeah. I think so." [Name] hiccupped. "It hurts a lot."
"Here, I can help." The blonde stood up again and raised a strange object which bore a strong resemblance to what some would call a 'magic wand'. Then he began to say some sort of strange chant, causing both the wand and [Name]'s wounds to glow.
The little girl gasped in amazement as the cuts closed up by themselves, leaving nothing but clean, smooth skin behind. The pain had vanished too!
She turned her focus back to the boy who was smiling proudly and grinned at him. "Thank you so much!"
He blushed a little. "It was no problem."
Her gaze turned to the wand. "…A-are you a fairy?"
"W-what!?" The mysterious boy pouted angrily. "I'm not a bloody fairy!"
"Oh." [Name] frowned, becoming a bit worried. What if he was mad at her? She really wanted to be his friend…
Huffing angrily, he swept his green cloak out of the way and bowed low to the floor (which wasn't really all that low, considering he was quite short).
"I am Arthur Kirkland, the wizard."
"A wizard!" [Name] stared in awe. Then smiling, she stuck out her hand. "My name is [Name]! I hope we can be friends!"
Turning a bit pink, Arthur took her hand and shook it gently. "A pleasure."
"What are you doing out here anyway, Arthur?"
Sighing, he looked away. "I'm hiding from step-brother Francis. That bloody git always makes fun of me. He teases me about my hair and eyebrows. And my love of magic."
The little boy looked very sad and [Name] felt sorry for him.
"That's not very nice. Anyways, I think your hair and eyebrows are fine. So you shouldn't listen to him when he says mean things."
Arthur's eyes widened and his blush deepened. "W-wow! You really think so?"
[Name] nodded confidently and Arthur couldn't help but smile at her. "Thanks, [Name]."
"No problem! That's what friends are for, right?"
After spending the rest of the afternoon with her new friend, [Name] bid Arthur farewell just feet away from the field outside of her house.
"We'll see each other again, right?"
"Definitely. You should come over some time. I'll ask my parents, okay?"
"Bye bye!" [Name] waved as she headed off.
"Bye!" Arthur waved shyly and turned, heading back into the woods, so that he too could return home. The little girl tramped over to her parents, wearing a wide smile.
"My! You were gone quite a while!" Her father speculated pulling her up into his big lap.
"Yes!" Her mother agreed. "What was it you were doing all this time?"
"Did you have an adventure?"
[Name] nodded cheerfully. "Yeah! I chased a rabbit, but then I got hurt. But then, a wizard showed up and made everything all better, and now he's my best friend!"
Her parents laughed, sharing her enthusiasm.
"I'd say that that sounds like it was a grand adventure!"
"Mh hm!" The little girl smiled to herself, thinking of Arthur. "I wonder what sorts of adventures we'll have next."

Just as Arthur had turned to leave, he froze hearing something.
"Oh hon hon hon!"  The strangely familiar sound echoed around him and he jumped as a figure appeared from behind a tree.
"'Ello, Arthur! What is it that you are up to today?"
The little boy glared up at him.
"Francis! What is your problem, you twit!?"
Arthur's step-brother laughed again in response. "Ah, mon ami, you are simply too funny when you are mad."
Arthur huffed angrily and stepped around the older boy, who was much taller than him only to be stopped in his tracks.
"Who was zat little girl I saw you with? Is she your little girlfriend?"
The blonde whirled around, his face turning many different shades of red which would have made [Name] wonder if one of his magic powers was changing color like a chameleon.
"Oh hon hon hon~!"
Little Iggy~!

Please Enjoy!

The story belongs to me.
I don't own you or Hetalia.
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
You belong to you

I don't own the picture either. I got it from here: [link]
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Once upon a time, wait no. Back in the day, nope that's not it either. Um let's start in the begining. First there was nothing, nope to far back. Damn how the hell do I start this...wait I got it!


Onii-chan was leaving you to play with another chibi nation at the park for the day as he went to a meeting with your uncles and other nations. You were playing in the field not to far off from the small playground. You were carefully picking flowers for your onii-chan. Little did you know not to far off someone was lurking in the shadows.
"Oh little one!" France said appearing out of no where suprising you and making you drop your flowers.
"Onii-chan told me not to talk to you." You said to him.
"Oh little one come on, you want to become my territory, no?" France said with a wink.
"No I'm fine with Onii-chan." You said and went on ignoring him.
"Oh come one (name), become my territory." He said and grabbed your arm.
"No, I'm going to onii-chan." You said and ran off France close on your tail.
"Hey leave her alone!" A voice said and then France was pelted with rocks and quickly ran away. You turned to look at your saviour and saw England.

You had never talked to him, but you had seen him from time to time. He was a bit taller and had really pretty green eyes and in your opinion his eyebrows were cute.
"Thanks England." You said to him.
"Your welcome." He said a bit shyly.
"Here you go." You said and handed him a flower that you had picked.
"Oh thanks." He said his face a bit pink.
"How did you find me?" You asked curiously.
"Oh my friend Flying Mint Bunny said she saw France and I was just checking to make sure no one was in trouble." England said shyly.
"Flying Mint Bunny?" You asked tilting your head in confusion.
"Yeah, here she comes actually." He said and pointed above your head. You looked up and saw a mint green bunny with wings flying over your head.
"Wow, she's cute." You said.
"You can see her?" He asked you.
"Yeah, she's really cute. Onii-chan sometimes talks to trolls and they are really nice." You said matter of factly.
"Oh great! Some people can't see them and think I'm crazy." He said.
"Really? I don't! Are there any more around here?" You asked.
"Yeah,Uni and Tink are over there somewhere. Want to go play with us?" He asked shyly.
"I'd like that!" You said.

The rest of the day was spent playing with Tink, Uni, and Flying Mint Bunny. England and you had lots of fun.
"(name) time to go." Your Onii-chan called out to you.
"Alright." You called back. England walked you over to onii-chan.
"Hello England, did you spend the day with (name)?" Onii-chan asked.
"Yes, after I saved her from France." England said.
"(name) What happened?" Onii-chan asked.
"I was picking you some flowers and France came after me." You said and pulled out the flowers for him.
"But Flying Mint Bunny to England and he saved me!" You said.
"Okay, we better get going." He said.
"Okay. Bye England," You said and pecked his cheek, "And thanks for saving me. Tell Flying Mint Bunny I say thank you too, okay."
"O-okay." He said blushing madly.

You skipped off to catch up with your onii-chan and England was left holding the cheek you kissed his face blushing madly.

~Extended Ending~

"Ohohohohoho~ Little England is getting a l'amour." France said creeping out of no where.
"Bloody hell! Get away from me!" England said.
"But I must teach you the ways of love so you can make (name) happy." France said with a creeper smile grabbing England from behind.
"No! Get away from me!" England said and kicked France right in crotch.
So someone asked me to do a chibi englandXchibi reader fic and this is what happened! If you have any suggestions on who I should do next then please tell me in a comment. But I have already done America, Canada, and Sweden.

Comments are appreciated along with fravorites!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia
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"[NAME], ARE YOU TALKING TO YOURSELF AGAIN?" You heard your mother yell to you from the other room. Sighing, you set down your tea cup and yelled back; "NO…I HAVE GUESTS!"

Without much of a surprise, your mother came rushing into the room. You see, normally you wouldn't talk to the other kids your age…you would always be seen talking to the air and acting as if somebody is there. Mainly, your family just shook it off and said you had 'imaginary friends'.

Truthfully, the fairies and everything were real. Just…nobody else saw them. You were the only one and it was horrible! To have people think you're crazy, when in reality, they were the crazy ones.

"You're having a tea party by yourself?" You watched as your mum looked around the room. It was as if she expected people to magically pop out and yell surprise. "Uh…mum, I already told you! I have guests!"

Suddenly, you felt someone tap your shoulder. Of course, only you could see who it was; Flying Mint Bunny. FMB was one of the magical creatures you talked to. "Yes, Flying Mint Bunny?" You talked, smiled, and giggled at what seemed like nothing.

Your mother practically face-palmed at you, but she couldn't just yell at you, since you were only seven. "Really… this boy can see you all, too? I'm not alone?" FMB nodded at you when you were told about a boy your age. His name was Arthur.

"Hey, mum…I'll be back…alright?" Since you waited for a few seconds and got no reply, you just shrugged and followed the creatures to find this Arthur kid.

You soon arrived at a house. It was like a doll house or something. "He lives here? What if he doesn't like me?" You whispered all these questions to yourself, but soon forgot about them.

You ran up to the front door and knocked a few times. A blond boy with green eyes and large eyebrows answered. He looked about your age. "Um…who are you – oh, hello Flying Mint Bunny!" He was obviously British according to his accent.

"You see them, too…don't you?" You turned your attention fully to the blond and nodded your head. "Yeah, I can." He smiled at you and stuck his hand out.

"I'm Arthur Kirkland." You smiled, as well, and shook his hand. "I'm [First Name] [Last Name]."

Arthur let you inside his house and you two went upstairs to play. As you found out, he lives with his older brothers and his mum. After what seemed like a few hours, you noticed it was getting dark.

"Arthur, I have to go now…but, this was really fun!" Your friend just smiled at you for a while, which caused a blush to form on your cheeks. As you got up from where you sat and headed to the door, Arthur called out for you.

"Hey, [Name]…will you come back over tomorrow?"  When you didn't reply, he quickly added; "I mean, if you want to…because, I had fun with you and I like you…"
You giggled at him and kissed his cheek.

"Of course, I'll come back tomorrow and I like you, too!" He stared at you for a moment and whispered, "Does this mean I'm your…boyfriend?"

He just blushed as you nodded your head yes and gave him a goodbye hug.

*Extended ending*

"Hey, mum! I'm home ~" Your mother stood in front of you now with her arms crossed.

"Where were you?"
She wasn't angry, but she wasn't very happy with you, either.

You smiled cutely as you remembered what happened. "I had a date with Arthur!"

"Who's Arthur, [Name]?"

You giggled at that question and responded; "He's my new boyfriend~!"

I should be doing other things, but my mind created this.

...I have no shame and no regrets for even writing this...

I have no idea if this is fluff, crack, or fluffy crack...
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I frowned at the paper in front of me. My song was finally complete. All my feelings for my best friend and secret crush Arthur, finally put on paper. Now there was only one problem.

When the hell was I gonna sing it to him?

This seemed like such a good idea at the time...

A knock on the door drew me out of my thoughts. I went to answer it and who else would it be but the heartthrob himself.

"Oh, Arthur! I didn't expect you to be here so soon." Not that I minded of course.

"Actually love, I'm a little late... Sorry."

"Oh, is that so?" Sometimes it scares me how I can get so lost in my thoughts.

He looked around the house and sweat dropped. "Were you daydreaming again, _____?"

I blush, looking at my house. It was only a little messy,  but I was extremely embarrassed. Arthur's house was always so clean! He was always outdoing me in this aspect and as a woman, I felt ashamed about that.

"Haha, you know me so well..." I trailed off scratching my head. "I'm really sorry. Come in, have a seat. I'll clean up a bit."

He smiled and came in, sitting down on the couch. "Are your folks around?"

"Nah, it's their anniversary, so they went to a fancy hotel to rekindle their relationship." I gagged as I started cleaning up a little.

He laughed. "Don't be that way, love. We'll be in that same position one day."

My heart stopped. "W-what?"

"Erm... I mean, you know... I'm sure you'll find a wonderful guy and get married and um... Do stuff together."

"Oh... Right!" Of course that's what he meant. Stupid.

After that,  I just kept picking up around the house in silence.

"The house is clean, _____. You don't have to do that. Or I could help if you insist."

"No! You're my guest, that's rude." With my lazy ass not really wanting to clean anyway though, I took this as permission to stop.

"You're so British." I teased, sticking my tongue out at him.

He blushed and looked away. "No duh! I'm British, you git!"

"Okay, I'll go make you some tea."

Arthur's POV

I slapped myself on the head. "We'll be in that position too someday? I can't believe I said that!" Could I be any more obvious? I might as well have just told her I'm in love with her!

I've been in love with her for a very long time now. But I'm not sure how to tell her. Hell, I don't know if she even feels the same!

Something caught my eye... A CD on the floor with "For Arthur" On it

I blushed. She made a CD for me? I wonder what was on it...

"Arthur, Tea's ready!"

Crap. If I took it now, chances are she'd notice. As much as it pained me, I put the CD back and went to join her.

I wasn't done with it just yet though... I had a plan.

~Time skip to tommorow! ~

The next day I put my plan into action. I brought a regular blank disc imitating her handwriting the best I could. Then we she was out of sight, I dashed to her room, looking for the CD.

I face palmed when I noticed it was in her radio. Maybe it wasn't such a secret if she left it in plain sight all the time...

Regardless, I switched the CD's and was and mentally patted myself on the back. I'm SAS; of course I'm good at espionage and data retrieval!

When ______ nearly caught me, I figured it'd be best to just go home. I could barely contain my excitement as I placed it in my laptop and put in my earphones.

(skipping the song because you'll find out what it is later... If you don't already know *cough* it'sinthetitle *cough)

I must have listened to that song 50 times. The guitar, her voice... everything about was perfect.

And it was perfect in more ways than one.

As I put the song on repeat for the 51st time, I picked up my guitar.

I know exactly how I was going confess to __________.

~ Week long time skip! ~

Reader POV
"Okay, today's the day!" I told myself. "Today, I'm gonna give him the CD!"

Yeah, I had this same conversation in my mind everyday. Obviously, it wasn't going to happen. I guess I was just too much of a coward.

What also made it difficult was that Arthur was acting very strange. One minute he was flirting rather blatantly with me, the next he was blushing and running away. He mostly did the latter. It hurt! I felt like I was losing my friend and I didn't even know why.

He even broke our daily visit after school routine. Something about "important business".

As I sat pondering my friends odd behavior, a possibility ran across my mind that made my heart sink.

Maybe he was seeing someone.

Once that thought got stuck in my mind there was no getting it out. It may as well have been fact. Needless to say, I had trouble focusing the rest of the day.

I got home and finally let loose, crying into a pillow on the sofa. I felt stupid for letting myself get so worked up over something that may not be true, but I couldn't help it!

Hearing a knock on the door, I wiped my eyes and put on  a fake smile. I opened it and my heart sank.

"Oh, hi Arthur..."

He took immediate notice of my attitude and became concerned.

"Love, what's wrong?"

I couldn't bring myself to tell him.


"______ please, you know you can tell me anything."

"I'm sorry, but I just don't want to talk about it."

He sighed. "Alright love. But will you at least give me a chance to cheer you up?"

"Uh... Yeah, sure. I guess."

He smiled and lead me to the couch. He pulled the guitar out of the case my inattentive failed to notice he had and began to play.

My eyes widened. That guitar riff... There's no way...

Then I heard his voice.

"There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old tired, lonely place
Walls of insincerity
Shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face
All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you"

This was MY song! I couldn't believe it.If I wasn't head over heels for this guy, and he didn't have that voice, I would've been pissed.

"Your eyes whispered "have we met?"
Across the room your silhouette starts to make it's way to me
The playful conversation starts
Counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy
All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you
Oh ______ I was so enchanted to meet you too."

Oh god, my brain is fried right now. Never in a million years would I imagine this happening.

"This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you, too"

Arthur took the instrumental break as an opportunity to wipe the happy tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

"The lingering question kept me up
2AM, who do you love?
I wondered till I'm wide awake
Now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door
I'd open up and you would say,
Hey it was enchanting to meet you
Oh _____ I was so enchanted to meet you too'

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you too."

At this point my mind was somewhat working and I figured I'd sing along.

"This is me praying that this was the very first page"

"Not where the story line ends"

"My thoughts will echo your name"

"Until I see you again"

"These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon"

"I was enchanted to meet you, too"

"Please don't be in love with someone else"

"Please don't have somebody waiting on you"

"Please don't be in love with someone else"

"Please don't have somebody waiting on you"

"This night is sparkling, don't you let it go"

"I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home"

"I'll spend forever wondering if you knew"

"This night is flawless, don't you let it go"

"I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone"

"______, I'll spend my whole life wondering if you knew"

"I was enchanted to meet you (too)*"

We sang that last line together. He put a finger to my lips, signaling he wanted to do the rest of the song solo.

"I was never in love with someone else
I never had somebody waiting on me
'Cause you were all of my dreams come true
And I just wish you knew
______ I was so in love with you."

As soon as he put his guitar down, I jumped on him and pulled him into a kiss which he returned with equal enthusiasm.

After a few minutes we pulled apart. I noticed at some point during the kiss pulled me onto his lap, but that thought was pushed out of my mind as I remembered something.

"You know I'm still pissed at you for stealing my CD, right?"

"Awww, but I sang it back to you in a spontaneous and romantic manner!"

"Don't care, I'm still pissed." A devilish smirk made its way to my face as I leaned in and whispered seductively in his ear. "I'm afraid I'll have to punish you."

"Oh?" he responded playful tone. "What did you have in mind?" he breathed onto my neck before kissing it.I giggled and shuddered at the feeling.

"Oh, I don't know..." I started, hearing him chuckle darkly before I got off his lap. "How about no kissing for a week?" I winked at him and walked away.

He looked extremely hurt for a second, but then that devilish smirk returned to his face.

He knew I wouldn't last that long, and so did I ;)
Ehhh... idk how I feel about this. I really like this song and I loved this idea in my head, but it didn't quite come out the way I wanted...
In my opinion, the beginning's okay, the middle's... meh, and the end is the best.
Song is Enchanted, originally by Taylor swift (which is the version Iggy heard you sing) But the version used in the story is Owl City's remake.
Btw, am I the only one pissed that those two DIDN'T get together after this? FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, TAYLOR? :iconenglandwtfplz:

OH GOD, somehow I copied the text from one of my faveorites and it was in the story. So sorry about that! It's fixed now >.<
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But I don't wanna go over to Arthur's!”

Come on, (name). Be a good girl.” Fresh tears sprung into your eyes. Your nails dug into the soft material of the couch, refusing to let go.

Let's go, baby. Daddy's gonna be late for work. Don't you like going over to Arthur's?”

No. It's boring and his Big Brother is a meanie potato head.”

Allistor is a great guy and his mom will be home so I'm sure it'll be fine. Now, up you go.” Your dad lifted you up by your arms while you kicked and flailed your arms to no avail. Finally, you gave up and slumped against his shoulder.

Can I at least bring my teddy bear?”

Of course you can. Hurry up!”


Thank you so much for agreeing to take care of (name)!”

Oh, it's no problem. She's such a wonderful dear to look after.” You finally arrived at the Kirkland's and had to endure five long minutes of borig adult talk while you stood beside Arthur's mom, holding Mr. Dumbledora, your bear, which you and Arthur decided to name together.

Alright, I'm off to work. Don't cause too much trouble for Mrs. Kirkland. Okay, (Name)?” Your dad ruffled your hair and left. You pouted and held Mr. Dumbledora tighter. Arthur's mom closed the door and turned to you.

Hello (Name), how was your morning?”

Good.” You lied.

That's good. Are you hungry?” You shook your head.

Okay. Arthur's upstairs in his room. I'll be down here if you need me.” She walked towards the kitchen humming and left you alone. You walked up the stairs, crossing your fingers and hoping that the Kirkland's eldest son wasn't nearby.

Arthur, your friend since pretty much birth, was a blonde, green-eyed, English boy with bushy eyebrows.

Hey, Arthur.” You greeted shyly. The reason why you didn't want to come over today was because recently, seeing Arthur made you feel weird. It wasn't a bad feeling, you just felt an uneasy feeling in your stomach and blushed whenever you saw your friend. At first, you thought you were getting sick. In panic mode, you rushed to tell your mom. She only laughed and said, “You're just growing up.” Of course I'm growing up! You thought. I just turned seven after all!

Oh, hello (name). What brings you here today?” You snapped out of your thoughts and focused on Arthur.

My daddy brought me over. He had to work.” He nodded.

Do you want to see some magic?” He asked and you quickly shook your head, eyes widening. The last time he offered to 'show you some magic', it did not end well. You had to sacrifice your old teddy bear.

How about we do something el-”

I need to go out for a while!” Mrs. Kirkland interrupted you. “Allistor, take care of the kids!” She said, followed by a quick “Yes, ma'am!” from Arthur's brother. Arthur is the youngest out of four brothers, with Allistor being the oldest. His two other brothers are studying abroad somewhere in Europe.

So what do you want to do, (Name)?”

Hm...” You looked around. His room was pretty plain. There were a few magic sets lying around and several old toy cars, but other than that, nothing else interesting. “I don't know what to do.” He slid off his bed and offered his hand to you.

Want to go downstairs to the basement and see if we can find something?” Your face grew hot and you took his hand.

Halfway down the stairs, you were interrupted by a shout.

Well, well, well. What do we have here? It's the little lass and my little brother. Artie's girlfriend over for a playdate?” Allistor teased, emphasizing the word 'date'.

Go away, Allistor.” Arthur grumbled, trying to push his brother away.

Hahaha. 'Ay come on, little bro, can't I join in on your fun?” Arthur gripped my hands so tight, it hurt. He ran down with me in tow and his older brother laughed, finally leaving.

Um, Arthur? Can you let go of my hand? It hurts.” You two made it into the basement and escaped the evil meanie jerk. (You could say jerk now because your daddy isn't here and won't yell at you for using naughty words.)

Sorry, (Name).” He let go of your hand. “It's pretty dark in here...I think there's a lightswitch somewhere.”

Your eyes adjusted to the dark and you could see the switch next to the door.

There!” You pointed. It was just beyond your reach.

Ungh! I can't get it!” Arthur complained, jumping up and down, trying to flick it on.

Should we...ask your brother for help?”

No way! He'll just laugh at us..” He grumbled. You two turned silent and tried to think of solutions.

I know! (Name), get on my back and I'll lift you up, then you can turn the lights on!”

Okay!” You climbed on his shoulders while that weird feeling hit you again.

Flick! The whole room brightened. The two of you ran around the basement searching for something interesting to do.

I found some old stuffed animals.” Arthur showed you a box full of slightly battered toys. You looked around and saw a box filled with clothes in a corner.

Ooh! What's that?” You ran to see that the clothes were actually costumes and dresses.

The pirate costume belonged to Allistor when he was a kid.” Arthur informed you, seeing that you were interested in the costume. You looked back and forth between the clothes and the box of stuffed animals...

Arthur! I know what we should play! Let's play dress up.” He stared at you with a look of horror.

Dress up is for girls!”

Just do it. It'll be fun. Trust me!” You assured him with a smile and thrusted the pirate costume into his arms. He walked over to another corner to change while you put on one of the dresses. It was light blue and just a bit too long for you, but it was okay.

Are you ready, Arthur?”

Yes..” He sounded unsure. You rummaged through the box and took out the biggest stuffed animal you could find in there, which happened to be a tiger.

Oh no! The Mighty Tiger has taken me hostage! Help me! Somebody. Anybody!” You pretended to faint and Arthur soon caught on.

Argh! Who dares take me beautiful (name)? I will cut them all down!” The Great Pirate Captain hopped on his ship(A giant cardboard box) and unsheathed his sword. (A rolled up newspaper.)

I, the great Arthur Kirkland shall save you, my lady!” The pirate began rowing while you changed roles.

Hehe, silly pirate. Minions, after him!” You held up the tiger and spoke in a raspy voice. You went over to the stuffed animal's box and pelted Arthur with animals.

This is no trouble for me, the great Pirate King! Argh!” He defected all the oncoming animals with his sword and made his way over to save you.

He slashed the evil Tiger with his sword, who fell in defeat.

Oh Great Pirate King, you have saved me. Thank you.” You thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. Arthur paled a bit and didn't know what to say next. would like you to be my Pirate Queen!” He half yelled.

I would love to.” You answered and rested your head on his shoulder. And they lived happily ever after...

Would you two buggers keep it down!?”

Shut up ye ugly swine! I'll make you swab the deck!” The two of you giggled. “Let us go, my Queen.” He whispered in your ear.

Yes. Let's.” You two ran out to hide before the eldest Kirkland could come and kill you both.

---Extended Ending---

(Name)! Your dad's here!” Arthur's mom came back a while ago and now you two were back in Arthur's room. You had finally agreed to let him show you his new magic trick.

Aw, I don't want to go home.” You whispered.

It's okay. You'll come back tomorrow, right?” You nodded and smiled.

Bye Arthur!” You grabbed Mr. Dumbledora.

Wait (Name)!” You turned around and he ran over to quickly kiss your forehead. “Okay, bye!” He pushed you out and skipped downstairs over to your dad.

Hi baby, how was your day?” He asked as you two left.

It was fun! We played pirates and dress up.”

Oh. Anything interesting happen?”

Yep, I kised him.” Your poor dad spent the car ride crying about how his baby was growing up way too fast while you merely smiled, excited to see what would happen tomorrow.

Chibified :iconyayenglandplz: requested by TheMysteriousPoet.
This had a little bit of Chibi!Pirate!England...:3
So the Olympics officially starts today, huh. Aren't you guys excited!? Cuz I am:D

LOL I was listening to this ---> [link] while a few other night core songsXDD

Hm...I wonder if I can upload Chibi Adventures Romano by the end of

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"I can no longer see."

Those words echoed in America and my hearts, tearing them to pieces. How could this happen? America blamed himself for the whole thing. Just like how he had taken it upon himself to protect England in the first place. Seeing him change from a confident, happy guy to this is probably one of the scariest things I've seen while in here.

"Alfred, please don't beat yourself up. You only did what you thought was right… " I started, trying to comfort him.

But he would hear none of it. I finally convinced him to go cool off in another room. I had feelings going through me too after all. I wanted to help, but there was only so much I could do for him when I wasn't exactly a hundred percent either.

"Are you still here?" England asked, looking around. As if it'd do any good.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat.

"I don't know what to say to you."

My words seemed to hurt him a lot.


"I just... I don't know what to make of all this." I started up again, voice shaking. "Part of me is furious with you for doing something so stupid. Part of me is glad that this is all that happened; that you just lost your sight instead of your life. Because if you died... I..." I shook my head, fighting back tears. "And then part of me feels guilty for feeling that way. I feel selfish. How dare I feel happy because you're still here though you can't see? I can't imagine how awful it must be... And then I feel like I should've been there, should've stopped you somehow."

He chuckled sadly. "You're starting to sound like America."

"Shut up! He was only trying to protect you. And if I'd known what he knew, I would've done the same. Just because you're tired of him being the hero doesn't mean you have to be one!"

"... I'm sorry." He murmured. I looked into his lifeless eyes. They looked so sad, so scared, so lost. That breaks me. Tears roll down my face.

"Sorry doesn't do us any good now." I start, trying to control the shakiness of my voice. "Anyway, you shouldn't be sorry. You got rid of the thing and you're still here. That's uh... pretty impressive. For that, I'm proud of you."

He blushed a little. "Yeah, I was pretty proud of myself too till Japan pointed out there could be more than one."

I'm still a little pissed at Japan for that. I know it's a possibility, but why'd he have to bring it up? That would mean England did what he did in vain... I shake my head.

"Maybe, maybe not. Even if there is, there's one less because of you." I placed my hand on his, finally putting my own feelings aside to comfort England. I guess you could say that's my way of apologizing for going off on him. After all, even in this crazy place, I'm still me. And apologizing isn't in my character.

I blush as I consider something. Maybe I wasn't going to apologize, but there was something else I had been hiding, something I felt I needed to get off my chest.

"Hey, England."


"Do you wanna know why I came along with you guys to this madhouse?"

"You are kind of a wimp, aren't you? Sure, I'll bite."

"I came because I thought it'd help me get closer to you."

He blushed. "What?"

"I thought we'd only see some 'ghost adventures' type shit at best here. And I hoped that you, being the gentleman you are, would comfort and protect me. And when we got out, we'd uh..."
I blush, unable to finish my sentence.

He turned his head away, trying to hide the blush on his face. "Stupid, you don't have to put yourself in uncomfortable situations to get closer to people. All you have to do is ask." he mumbled what I think was "Even though I think that's adorable.", but I'm not sure.

"And how exactly would I do that? Come out and say it? Seems kind of bold, don't you think?"


"Well, it happened anyway, so I guess I don't have to." I chuckled slightly at his embarrassment.


"I just... I wish it didn't have to happen like this. If I never told you how I felt for the rest of my life, I'd be fine with that. I'd do just for you to be safe."

"If only it were that simple... Wait. How you feel about me?"

"Yeah. Haven't you figured it out yet?

"Forgive me, but trying to decode your strange behavior isn't exactly on the top of my priority list at the moment."

"Jeez, you're dense."

"Well, are you going to tell me or not?"

I broke. I started sobbing, which startled him.

"Bloody Hell! Why are you crying? I'm sorry, okay? You don't have to answer."

"It's... It's not that." I blubbered.

"Then what is it?"

My cheeks turned red, matching my eyes.

"It's because I love you."

His face turned red at that. "You... You love me? But wait, I don't understand. Why does that make you cry?"

"Because I didn't realize it till you left to fight that monster. When I thought I might lose you forever, I was so scared... I couldn't think. I thought before maybe it was just a crush. But when you just disappeared, my heart started pounding, and for a second, just a second, I thought to myself, "If he dies, that's it for me. I'll give myself to that thing". I didn't want to keep fighting if you were gone. And then I realized... I love you, England. "

England's hands somehow found their way to my face, wiping the tears away.

"Come now, I'm not worth losing your life. I would never want you to do that."

"I know that, idiot." I still hadn't stopped crying, but him touching my face gave me enough of a warm fuzzy feeling that I calmed down a little. "And I don't want you throwing your life away for us either. For all I know you've done it before, and I don't think I could handle it again."  

"I'm so very sorry I caused you pain. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you…"

"Just take care of yourself. And let others take care of you too. Like it or not, you have to depend on us now."

"You have my word."

I wanted to believe him then and there, but I had to give it time. "I got to go. I'll be back in a few seconds."


I turned, looking startled.

"I, uh…I love you too."

My tears became tears of joy and I pulled him into a tight hug. After a little while he gently pushed me back and started feeling on my face.

"England, what are you doing?"

He seemed startled by my question, letting go of me and blushing. "Um... Well... I was trying to find your lips..."

My eyes widened and I blushed. "W-Why?"

"Because I... Uh... I wanted to..."

"Kiss me?"


There was an awkward silence as we looked away from each other, embarrassed.

"Well, I mean, I could kiss you..."

"No! I wanna be the one to initiate it!"

I wasn't sure why it was such a big deal to him, but I took one look at his adorable face, all pouty and flustered, and found myself unable to say no. Who could?

"Okay." I giggled, a little giddy. "How's it gonna work?"

"Just lean in until I can feel your breath."

"Uh... Okay." I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck. I scooted closer and I leaned in until my lips were inches from his.

"Like this?" I nervously asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah..." He answered in an equally hushed tone. After a small pause, he closed the gap between us.

In that moment, as cheesy as it sounds, the world faded away. We forgot everything that had transpired in this Hell.

He wasn't blind.

We weren't fighting some crazy killer alien in a mansion.

Everyone was alive and well.

Eventually we parted, our foreheads touching and a big goofy smile on our faces.

"Bet you're glad you came now!" an obnoxious voice teased. We both turned to see (well at least I did) America, who apparently was feeling better.

"Uh... how long have you been standing there?" I asked, dying internally of embarrassment.

"I never left. Thanks for the cuteness, it really helped lift my spirits."

"Git! I liked you better when you were sulky and quiet!" England yelled in America's general direction.

"Not as much as you like her, I bet!"

England got an anime vein on his head.

"I really mean it guys. It's nice to finally have some good news. In fact, I think I'll go tell the others and spread the joy!"

Before either of us could protest, he was gone, though we could still hear his voice saying, "Hey guys! Guess who finally hooked up?"

England looked like he wanted to kick America's ass. "That damn wanker! I..."

I interrupted him with another kiss, which scared him at first but he gladly returned it.

"Save it for when we're not fighting for our lives, okay, Iggy?"

Yeah yeah, I know this has been done a thousand times, but I felt like I had to do this. After all, this scene is what made me an England fangirl >///< It's also the first thing I've written since freshman year ( 4 years ago) that I don't absolutely hate and think is garbage, though I'm not in love with it nor do I think it's a priceless gem.
Did you notice how even though I say it's an EnglandXReader oneshot I use first person pronouns and never the reader's name? Yeah, that was intentional. It still counts though... right?

Comments, Critiques, and Faves are all appreciated!

Edit: Holy crap. in the span of less than a day, this has gotten more faves, comments, downloads, and (I think) views than anything else I've done. Thank you guys so much for the love! :iconyayenglandplz:
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Don't mess with a Mochi!


Another peaceful day in the park. You grinned from your place on the bench, gently petting your England Mochi as he sipped his tea. The mochi's had become very popular pets, especially the America Mochi's. You had wanted one, but they were sold out. You figured that you would have to wait til the next day to get one when you saw the England Mochi sitting in his kennel with a sad look on his face. Apparently no one wanted him, so you bought him instead. It had been a whole week since then and the two of you got along like peas in a pod. The little white blob with green eyes and thick eyebrows practically took care of himself, which was very good for you. The only thing though was that he wanted your attention constantly; snuggling next to you in bed at night, crawling into your lap when you watched t.v. or read a book, even twining through your legs like a cat when you were on the phone with some guy.

But you didn't mind. You passed it off as excitement, not even noticing the smile on his face as you gently rubbed the top of his head. He didn't cause any trouble and he was strangely quiet, but you simply figured that it was just taking it's time. Mochi's could be very talkative creatures when taught any language. You tried teaching him some, but he wouldn't respond and you gave up.

"Ohononon~ Vhat have we here?"

Francis. You growled as he sat next to you, a stupid grin on his stubbly face. "Go away, frog." You muttered, picking up a word from your british neighbor Arthur. Francis didn't seem to get the hint, swiftly pulling the little mochi out of our lap. "Hey! Give Iggy back!" You shouted,glaring daggers at the frenchman making kissy faces at the mochi. The mochi squirmed, trying hard to wriggle out of the strange man's grasp when it suddenly went still. You watched, worried at the scrunched up face it was making. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." You said, rolling your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose as the mochi started to turn a bright tomato red. Francis got really close to it's face, just a couple more centimeters and he would have kissed it right on the lips when.....


Francis jumped at the loud, in his face, british accented voice screaming at the top of it's lungs, dropping the little white blob and backing away as it hit the ground. The mochi growled, then hopped over towards your leg and nuzzled it. Francis glared at it, then walked away a shade paler than what he usually was. You grinned at the mochi and picked him up, grabbing your purse before heading back to your apartment. "Can't say I didn't warn him." You smiled down at the white blob in your arms, who only shared a smile back.
Spur of the moment humor.

I don't own hetalia or any of it's characters!

I'm just a fangirl that enjoys writing these things.
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England x reader – I don't care

England was in his living room having a cup of tea when he heard loud knocks at his doorstep. 'I wonder who that could -', his thoughts were interrupted once he recognized a familiar (and irritating as he would say) voice.

"Yo Iggy!? Are you gonna let me stay outside, or are you gonna let me in your house?! You need to stop wasting your time reading for hours and help the hero with something," America yelled from the other side of the door. England rubbed his temples while opening the door.

"It's going to not gonna , you bloody git! Now, what do you want from me at this hour?" He looked at his clock which read 6:28 P.M.  

"Well, me and France have been wondering if –"

"If you can join us tonight to the bar," France asked while he was standing behind England for who knows how long….

"How the bloody hell did you get inside my house, Frog?! If I can ask so kindly, why would I want to even join both of you idiots," England ranted as he strangled the two countries!?

"Dude, you haven't relaxed with anyone for how long already?!You're always locked in your house, so just come with us to the bar this one time," America whined!

"If you are wondering why I'm going, I'm just going for the women who work at the bar if you know what I mean," France winked seductively towards England.

"I didn't ask you anything, Frog! By the way, I'm sorry, but I'm going to decline," England answered as he closed the door while shoving America and France outside. "America doesn't understand anything about my life…"

Even though England dislikes America, he actually agrees with him. His life hasn't been so stress-free for a long after he met ___________. You really changed him for the best. You helped him with his finances and drinking problems, but you began to leave for trips around the world. He wanted __________ to stay with him, but how could he? It's not like he could tell you personally to stay with him and forget about traveling the world…

Before you left, he confessed to you. You loved him too, but you still had to leave for… personal reasons.

There were a lot of people who disapproved of your relationship with England, the personification of England itself , but both of you didn't care about what other people thought. They believed that you just wanted to be known for dating a country for the fame, but you fell in love with him without the knowledge of him being a country.

He sighed happily while remembering about ___________. 'Hopefully __________ will come back soon…' England thought as he got ready for tomorrow.

*Three years passed*

It was probably 5:00 A.M. in the morning when he heard the telephone rang. He groaned, "Hello?"

"Before you say anything, I need to say something," England was shock when he heard __________'s voice.' __________? Could it really be you or am I dreaming this?'

"Look, I really need to apologize about the whole traveling around the world thing and leaving you by yourself," ___________ clarified.

"Well, I wasn't totally lonely, love. I had a couple of annoying people come and visit me from time to time," England chuckled. You smiled when you heard his accent.

'Heh, there's that cute laugh that I've missed all these years ,' you thought. "As I was saying, I'll be back by 10:00 A.M. or later, so I hope I could find my – Oh no!? The plane is about to leave without me!! Bye for now, "you announced suddenly after you kissed him over the phone.

He blushed as he said goodbye.' I guess she never change after all these years,' he slightly smiled to himself with pink cheeks. As the hours passed by, England started to get everything ready for your arrival.

It was close to 10:00 A.M. ,so he thought that he should end quickly and wait at the airport.
*Le time skip~ He's already at the airport*

He looked throughout the whole airport, but you were nowhere to be found, "I hope she'll be here soon," he silently whispered to himself. " I should ask her where she is." 'I'm kind of worried…….N-not that I'm too worried about her , right?! S-she can be safe; I mean, she has been traveling for three years already…' He took out his cell phone once he sat down on a small couch near the exit.

Subject : Are you close to England?
To: ____________
From: Arthur Kirkland
I'm here @ the airport. I'll be near the exit , so I think you'll be able to see me :P! Please come and find me soon, love. I planned something special @ my house ;)!

He closed his cell phone and accidentally fell asleep before you could find him.

*More time skip~*

It took some time, but you finally found him on a small, green couch; it must have been the couch he was talking about… You shook him with a little force to wake him up. He slightly mumbled, "__________?"

"You do know that if I didn't wake you up myself, a random person would have known my name," you giggled as you lead him to his car. He blushed while rubbing the back of his neck.

"I guess you're right about that, love. I'm sorry," he smiled. Before you could comment, he asked you," __________?"


"D-do you think t-that we could…..k-kiss? I mean, I don't want you to feel awkward about it! You don't have to if you don't want to, though……," you could already tell that his face was as red as Romano's beloved tomatoes even though you were facing away from him.

"Of course you can! You are my boyfriend the last time I checked, right?" you smiled.

He cupped your cheek and sweetly kissed you on the lips. He was a bit hesitant at first, but he soon relaxed into the kiss. You smiled into the kiss once he deepened the kiss by pulling you closer to him. You both need a good amount of air, so he pulled away when he saw your pouting face.

"Don't look at me like that ___________. I needed air, and so do you," both of your faces were flushed from lack of air and embarrassment.
You smiled, "I know, I know….. I really missed you, England."

"I missed you too, __________," England smiled with you as he drove back to his house with you by his side.
*Edit* I changed a couple of things with this.... hopefully it's a bit better ^^;

I'm sorry if you didn't like this story......This is actually the first Hetalia x Reader story I made, so please don't be harsh!

May I recommend listening to I don't care by Passion while reading this - [link]
I actually represented this story off the song :blushes: . Hope you enjoyed it!

I own nothing ~ Himaruya Hidekaz owns Hetalia!
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(Name) slung her bag over her shoulder and hauled her three text books into her arms. The driver slammed the trunk doors of the shuttle closed and drove away, leaving behind a cloud of dust. She was unable to move out of the way in time. Coughing and sputtering, (Name) nearly dragged herself up to her dorm room. Never before had she hated those two flights of stairs so much nor had she ever been so tired. Taking three tests in a row was exhausting.

During the first exam, she was energized after having drunk almost four cups of coffee before class. Caffeine, after all, was your best friend after a whole night of studying. However, its effects began to wear off halfway through test number two. By the third examination, her energy had crashed. The letters on the paper were dancing and she was nodding off to the silent beat of sleep. Later on, she'd stumbled onto the shuttle and fallen asleep in her seat. The driver had to wake her up when they arrived at the dorm.

Nearly sleepwalking, she fumbled with balancing her books so she could fish her keys out from her bag. Seconds later, she found the right key out of four. (Name) put a little more bounce to her step as she strode to her door, thinking of a delightfully long soak in the tub to wash away the day. She felt her foot nudge something at her doorstep as she jammed the key into the lock. Looking down, she saw a tiny box at her feet. Somehow, she managed to pick it up, go into her dorm, and set her load on the coffee table without dropping anything.

The box fit in the palm of her hand. It was minty green with white polka dots and a white ribbon. (Name) carefully opened the box, setting the ribbon aside. The sweet scent of sugar and flowers wafted into her nose. Peering in, she felt a smile tug at her lips. Inside was a note and a miniature, glittering red camellia. (Name) took the note out first.

"Roses are red, Violets are blue," she read aloud, "Follow my trail, and find my surprise for you."

The cheesy little poem seemed to remind her of someone for a second, but the memory fluttered away before she could grasp it. Shrugging it off, (Name) turned the note over. Just as in the front, there was a message written there in familiar elegant print.

"A red camellia for the flame of my heart," it said. "Find the next where your day takes a start."

At the bottom was a footnote that instructed her to please not eat the flower and to take it along for the treasure hunt. (Name) blinked in confusion and picked up the red camellia. To her surprise, the petals felt like they were made of some sort of smooth paste. The scent of sugar floated up her nose. She realized this was one of those sugar flowers bakers used to decorate cakes – and a very intricate one at that. Setting it back in the box with the note, (Name) stood and stretched. As tired as she was, the treasure hunt poked at her curiosity. She decided to satisfy it.

Placing the box in a bag along with her keys, she made her way out of her dorm. Approaching the closed gate at the exit, (Name) spotted a miniature, russet box on the sidewalk. She hastily unlocked the gate and swung it open, scooping her prize up. That one was easy. Inside it was another note and a tiny blue tulip made of sugar paste.

"A tulip for the perfect lover," it said. "Find another before the house of the Perfect Father."

(Name) mentally begged the crisp pre-winter breeze to cool down her cheeks. The suspicion of who the treasure master was flared in the back of her mind. She shook her head and shooed it away as she put the russet box in her bag. A sigh escaped her as she began to walk, legs already aching at the thought of the long way she'd have to journey to her destination. Beside her strolled the ghost of her suspicions, refusing to rest.

After about thirty minutes, she arrived at the cathedral. Its enormous stained glass windows glinted with hues of orange and ocher in the evening sung. Gray stonework and red shingle roofs completed the exterior of the castle-like structure. (Name) slowly climbed the set of steps before the impressive mahogany doors of the cathedral. Resting at their feet was a white box. She quickly scooped it up. Within it laid a sugar paste forget-me-not and a note.

"Faithful love, forget-me-not," said the note. "Find the next at our favorite spot."

The ghost of her suspicions slightly solidified in her mind. If she was right, the treasure master was Arthur Kirkland. (Name) had befriended him a few days after classes had started, having bumped into him as they were switching lecture halls. Blonde, green eyed, and bushy browed, Arthur had made a big impression on her. He'd been the perfect gentleman – something she adored in men – and helped her back up, apologizing continuously. Conflict settled and apologies deflected, they'd headed their separate ways. Yet, they kept meeting up again and again until their friendship bloomed. And, apparently, it had blossomed into something else for Arthur.

Once the ivory box was securely in the bag, (Name) set off to hers and Arthur's favorite spot: a bench in a nearby park that looked towards a gorgeous garden. It was only a five minute walk, so her legs were very grateful. Her ears were also thankful, for the heavy honking of traffic gave way to the soft murmur of the leaves and cool breeze. Relaxed, (Name) approached the bench and plucked the lilac box from its perch. Her prize came in the shape of a sugary orange blossom and an equally sweet note.

"Sweet orange blossom, your purity equals your loveliness," read the note. "Find me where the world is soundless."

(Name) bit her lip in thought, setting the box into her bag with its counterparts. Soundless obviously means that there is silence. The only truly silent place in this part of town was in a bookshop near the seashore. Arthur had taken her there once. (Name) hoped she could remember the way.

After what seemed like hours of walking – in reality being thirty minutes –, she arrived at the bookstore. It was a sturdy wooden building with two floors painted in creams, pastel blues, and tangerines. The beach was ten minutes away by foot and the city fifteen by car, so the area was pleasantly soundless. It was a lovely place with clean roads and neatly trimmed patches of grass, but visitors were few due to the distance from the busy life in the city. Even if the drive was short, the noiselessness seemed to frighten most city dwellers. Those who did venture out were seekers of peace and a good book to read, much like (Name) and Arthur.

Scanning the vicinity of the bookshop, (Name) spotted the next clue sitting on the windowsill. Popping the box open, she found a white lilac made of sugar paste and one more note inside.

"To my dear white lilac, my first dream of love," it said. "Find the next and view the endless blue from above."

Her bag was almost full now. One more and she'd have to find a way to carry any others. As for the clue, (Name)'s brain protested at the thought of working any more. She was already running on fumes. Her stomach was rumbling and her legs ached. However, her curiosity was still in control and she pondered on. "Endless blue" could symbolize one of two things: the sky or the sea. (Name) immediately discarded the sky, for it was currently painted tangerine and periwinkle due to the approaching sunset. The only thing left was the sea.

As she trudged down the slightly beaten path to the beach, (Name) began to hope this hunt was ending. It was nearly sunset and she had to walk all the way back home. She cursed herself for following her curiosity's need to discover where the trail of tiny boxes like the orange one half buried at the bottom of a sandy dune led. Grumbling, she dusted it off, hoping it was the last one. The pink and white sugar paste rose made her smile a little, but the note caused a blush and a groan.

"My blushing white rose, I love you still and always will," it said. "Go ahead and climb this hill."

The box crowned the pile of its brethren as she huffed. If this was truly Arthur's doing, she was going to give him a good smack upside the head when she saw him. The notes were sweet and the idea cute, but the walk was exasperating. Climbing the dune was even worse. Her feet sank into the sand, grains slipping into her shoes and making her uncomfortable. (Name) nearly fell to her knees when she reached the top. It was then that her reality was suspended.

The sun sank into its watery bed, swaying waves of molten gold running away from its brilliance and greedily lapping up the bullion grains that made up the shore. Crimsons, gingers, and canary yellows were splashed on the celestial canvas, puffs of pastel citrus and ochre floating here and there. Their light shadows blended with the thick darkness behind the deep sienna rocks, painting silhouettes on the glittering sand.

And amongst the sparkling grains were dozens and dozens of seashells arranged into the shape of fully bloomed rose. The petals on the left brushed the edge of a checkered blanket in wine and ivory. Candles tried to compete with the radiant glow of the sunset and plates of succulent ham and mashed potatoes tempted the salty air with their savory scent. In the center was a cake whose top had the words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" written in deep crimson frosting. On its perimeter were six bunches of green sugar paste, three leaves each, which seemed to be designed to accommodate six different flowers.

(Name)'s breath caught in her throat. Sitting on the blanket was her best friend, Arthur Kirkland. He was dressed in a white button-up shirt, loose black vest, rolled up ebony slacks, and no shoes. Blonde hair as messy as ever and peridot eyes glinting with the candlelight, he looked even more wonderful than the scenery. He beckoned her over and she skidded down the dune.

"Arthur," she said. "What's all this?"

"I knew you'd forget your birthday again, love," he replied. "So I took the liberty of setting up this surprise for you."

"And the notes?"

He flushed and mumbled, "That was a more personal matter…"


"A peach rose symbolizes the wish of being together as a couple," Arthur murmured as he fiddled with the hem of his pants.

Suddenly, (Name) realized that the seashells that formed the rose on the sand were all a peach color. Heat flooded her cheeks as she connected two and two together. Arthur stood up and took the bag of tiny boxes with him, placing each sugar flower in its rightful spot. She watched him intently, noticing how his hands shook. He wouldn't meet her eyes and his cheeks were sun burnt. (Name) took his trembling hands in hers.

"Arthur, do you know what the ambrosia flower symbolizes?"

"Your love is reciprocated," he said softly.

"May I give you an ambrosia?"

His whole face lit up, a smile blossoming on his lips.

"Of course, my darling."

Legends say ambrosia is the nectar of the gods. A florist would tell you it represents that you return someone's love. For (Name), ambrosia is a sweet, sweet kiss.

A gift for my good friend :iconlittle-soka:'s birthday!

Happy Birthday, Nee-chan!! I hope you had a wonderful day! :iconheartglompplz:

Disclaimer:I am not responsible for any fluff induced consecuences ;P

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