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So, time passed, and _____ and Arthur became closer as friends. As a result, their feelings for each other grew as well. Still, they refused to act on them. Rather than confess their feelings to each other and risk their friendship, they entered relationships with others. None of which lasted very long because it became obvious early on that they were enamored with one another.

It wasn't obvious to them,  however. They didn't think their feelings were mutual.   

Then one day they were stargazing, and it happened...    


"You shouldn't worry about him. He's a loser anyway." He assured her.

"I know. I guess I just thought... he was the one."

That was a lie, of course. She cared about and loved the boy. But she didn't think he was the one. Deep down, she knew it.
 
"Well he wasn't, and I think you're better off."

"You're right."

"Listen, _______? Have you ever considered... That maybe..."

"Yeah?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me!"

"No, it's stupid."

"Arthur..."

"What?"

"Please?"

Arthur growled. "Fine. Have you thought about what it'd be like if... We started dating?"

"Oh..."

"I told you it was stupid."

"No, it's not. And I have thought about it."

"Really?"

"Well, yeah. A lot."

"Well um... Me too."

The façade had been broken. They finally acknowledged how they felt for so long... And they were relieved. So relieved they laughed.

"Its crazy though, right? The thought of us together."

"Yeah. You and me as a couple; it's weird!"

"I know! Holding hands,  going out on dates..."

"Getting gifts, doing things for each other..."

"Haha yeah."


They looked at the sky.

"Hey, um... How about some music?"

"Sure."

He turned on the radio and the intro to something stupid played 

"Oooh! I love this song!"

"Really?"

She jumped up and danced (he guessed) some sort of ballet. And he couldn't help the cheesy thoughts popping into his head. Like how beautiful and graceful she looked in the moonlight. 
She looked at him and smiled. Then she grabbed his hand

"Come on! Dance with me!"

"I don't know how to dance like that!"

"Then I'll dumb it down for you!"

</i> I know you stand in line, until you think you have the time 
To spend an evening with me 
And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there´s a chance 
You won't be leaving with me </i>

Truth be told, though they were laughing and she was singing along, she was very nervous. The reason she loved that song was because it reminded her of them. And she was telling him how she felt.

And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place 
And have a drink or two 
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid 
Like: "I love you"


She whispered the last part. She blushed heavily and so did he 

I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies 
You heard the night before 
And though it´s just a line to you, for me it´s true 
It never seemed so right before


This did feel right, more right to both of them than any other relationship they'd ever been in.

I practice every day to find some clever lines to say 
To make the meaning come through 
But then I think I´ll wait until the evening gets late
And I´m alone with you 

The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red 
And oh the night´s so blue 
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid 
Like:" I love you"


By this time their eyes were fixed on each other 

(" I love you, I love you,....")
With each "I love you", their ifaces got closer. Their eyes closed. Until their lips met.  

And it was like fireworks. It was what they wanted for so long... It was different.

"And that was something stupid, by Frank and Nancy Sinatra! We're gonna go to break..."

The announcers voice broke them apart, and both backed up 2 feet

"Um... what just happened?"

"I don't know... I'm so sorry."

"Sorry?"

"Yeah...I just, I've had these feelings for you for such a long time."

"You... You have?"

"Well yeah. Ever since I first met you."

"I've had feelings for you too..."

"What? Really?"

"Y-yeah..."

The two finally made eye contact and smiled. They took each other's hand and gazed at the beautiful night sky.
I'm expecting to either constipate people with the cheesiness or make them diabetic with the sweetness of this story.

This was actually the end of a fanfictiom story I wrote a couple years ago that will never see the light of day. Because of that, England may be OOC. I was torn between who I thought would be a good character for this story; England or Canada. I think I made the right choice, but whatever.

That's also why the story starts awkwardly.

Despite all that, I hope you enjoy
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You shivered, waiting out in the cold for the person on the other side to answer.

"Arthur! Let me in~" you whined.  You heard a groan and footsteps approaching the door.

"Hello, _______________. What brings you here?" He asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

"It's Christmas eve, silly! I promised to spend it with you remember?"

He blushed. Was that really today?! "And I thought I told you don't bother." He said, not trying to be rude but doing so anyway. "I told you I don't do much for this holiday…"

You looked around his house. Boy, he wasn't kidding! You saw no sign of any kind of Christmas decorations.  It was as if the holiday was non-existent in his house.

"You should be grateful I came!" You scolded.  "Your house is so gloomy! Where are your decorations?"

Apparently, the words "I don't do much for this holiday" weren't registering in your head. "I haven't put them up, obviously."

"Why nooot?"

"Because I'm just not in the Christmas spirit. I haven't been since…" He paused, an extremely sad look in his eyes.

"Since…?" You encouraged.

"Since Alfred left. I never got much company during the holidays. Alfred was the only person who spent it with me…. So I just don't really celebrate anymore. I don't see a reason to."

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You loved England with all your little heart, and the thought of him being alone on Christmas for years and years hurt you almost as bad as it probably hurt him. You'd already had some idea of this; that's why you were here. But if you'd known it was this bad…

You swallowed the lump in your throat before cheerily responding, "Hey! What am I, chopped liver?"

He seemed startled. "N-no, that's not what I…"

"I'm just messing with you, Artie~ " You said, letting out a loud laugh almost reminiscent of a certain American's. "Tell you what; you let me help you decorate, and I'll spend every Christmas Eve and Christmas day with you from now on. How does that sound?"

He blushed at this. You didn't know it, but he reciprocated your feelings. And he had to admit, spending every Christmas Eve/Day with you made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Of course, being the tsundere he was, he couldn't just come out and say that.

"Y-you don't have to do that…" he stammered.

"Aww but I want to, Iggy! (cue him growling at the nickname) I hate the thought of you being forever alone on Christmas!"

He rolled his eyes. "Forever alone? Really?"

"Sorry, when I hear sad stuff I automatically go into joking mode." You said, scratching the back of your head.
England facepalmed at this before mumbling something.

"Huh?" You asked.

"I said 'fine'! You can help me decorate, and stuff."

"Yay!" You cheered, hugging him tight.

"Git! Get off me!" He commanded, trying to get free.

"But I love you!" You said, not meaning for those words to slip so easily out of your mouth. You hoped he didn't think you meant it.

When he briefly stopped struggling after you said that, you worried maybe he did. But then he managed to pry you off.

"D-don't go saying stuff you don't really mean!" he scolded, face bright red.

Whew! You thought to yourself.

"So uh… should we start with the tree?" You asked, purposely not responding to that statement.

"Y-yeah, that sounds fine." He said.

"Lead the way~" You replied cheerfully. He walked in front of you, glad you missed the disappointed look on his face.

-Time skip to the decorations all finished –

"Wow! It's so beautiful!" You cried, looking all around England's house in amazement.

"Yeah, we did a good job, huh?" England agreed.

"Mmmhm!" You said, smiling at him and causing him to blush. You took notice of this, much to his chagrin.

"Arthur, are you okay? You look a little red…" You asked.

"Huh? O-oh, yes! I'm fine, thank you!" He said in that loud boastful voice that always told you he was lying.

"Arthur…" You insisted.

"I'm fine, __________! Really!"

"Arthur, we've been having a great time; why ruin it by lying?"

"I'm not lying!"

You sighed. "Whatever. Are there any outdoor decorations?"

"N-no… this is it."

"Well, I guess I should get going then…" You mumbled. "Oh! I almost forgot, I got you something. Wait here, okay?"  You made your way outside.

England panicked. You got something for him? But he had nothing for you! He'd look like a total jerk if he didn't get you anything! What to do, what to do…

Then he remembered something.

Cue flashback to the day you planned to spend Christmas Eve with England!

"Okay, see you Christmas Eve!" You said, waving goodbye.

"Yeah, yeah." He groaned, trying not to let on how much he was looking forward to your visit. With that, he closed the door.

He didn't even make it a few feet away from it when he heard another knock. Rolling his eyes, he wondered if you forgot something. That would be just like you.

But it wasn't you when he answered the door. It was none other than France. Oh joy!

"What do you want, Frog?" He hissed.

"Ah, mon ami, please put your metaphorical claws away!" The Frenchman requested, putting his hands up to show he meant no harm. "Believe it or not, I am ere to elp you!"

"Doubtful." Was the Brit's unbelieving reply.

"It is true! You just made plans to spend Christmas with ________, non?" He asked.

"W-what of it?!"

"Listen, it's obvious you both love each other. So I thought I'd give you two a little… nudge in the right direction." He explained, handing him a little box.

England took it and then gave him a death glare. "I swear, if this is a condom…"

"Honhonhon! Not zis time! But if zings go well…"

"Wanker! Just go home, will you?!" He yelled.

"If you insist!" He laughed, leaving.

England closed the door. He eyed the box curiously before opening it.

Inside was artificial (or so he assumed) mistletoe.

He closed the box, face bright red.

"Git." He mumbled to himself


End of Flashback!

You'd made your way back into England's house.

"Here!" You said, handing your gift to him.

"T-thanks…" He mumbled.

"Don't mention it!"

He started to open his gift, but you stopped him.

"Ah ah ah! Not till tomorrow!" You told him teasingly. Again, his face turned bright red.

"R-right… ______, I have a gift for you too." He stammered.

"Really?" You said, eyes sparkling.

"Y-yeah… and I'd like to give it to you now, if you don't mind."

You shrugged. "I guess not."

"Okay… wait here then." He said, going up to his room. He took a deep breath and got the mistletoe, going back downstairs and hiding it behind his back.

"So what is it?" You asked impatiently.

"C-close your eyes…" He tried to order, but it came out like a really shy request. Still you obeyed.

He gulped before slowly leaning in, pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes popped wide open in shock. You stood there too stunned to do anything. He must have taken this as rejection because he quickly pulled away, face bright red.

"I- I'm so sorry!" He said. "It's just…" He motioned his head to the mistletoe he placed above you. "The mistletoe, s-see? If I…"

He was cut off by you kissing him this time. He reacted the same as you at first, but eventually he closed his eyes and returned the kiss.

You pulled away, a big goofy smile on your face. "You know, if you wanted to kiss me, you could've just said so. Or you could've just done it. You don't need a silly excuse like mistletoe."

"I-I know that!"

"Yeah, now you do."

"Whatever." He grumbled, looking away. You pulled him into a hug.

"I love you, Arthur."

He smiled, face still a bit red, and hugged you back. "I love you too, _______."
Just a little christmas fluff.

I was discussing ideas for this with :iconyahoolyafool: and she suggested maybe a lemon should be involved. I wanted to do it, but I felt like it would ruin the mood... plus I just wasn't feeling "lemony" today T-T. I could always make another part with one though, if you guys want?

oh and :iconcommentplz:
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"You idiot! Why can't you be more gentlemanly?!" England yelled at America.


______ rolled her eyes. Here we go again, she lamented. Why did England have to be so anal? Sure, America was ... immature at times, but that's what made him! Geez, you'd think he'd realize that already; he raised him, after all.


Besides, ______ had never seen this gentleman side England was so proud of. The whole time she'd known him, he'd never done a single gentlemanly thing. And that pissed her off more.


"Dude, chill." America chuckled, anime sweat on his head.


"I will not 'chill'!" England fumed. "I raised you better than that! You need to grow up or the other countries will never warm up to you!"


"I raised you better than that." _______ mimicked under her breath. England's ears perked up.


"DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY, MADAM?!" He exploded.


Ooh, this will be fun.


"Yeah, I do." she simply stated, rather humorously compared to England's outburst.


"Go on, then!"


"Honestly, I think you're a hypocrite."


The males' jaws dropped.


"I mean, sure, you might be more mature than America," she continued, "but you're no gentleman either."


"I... I am so a gentleman! A perfect one, in fact!"


"Oh really? Because I can't recall a single gentlemanly thing you've ever done. But I remember you were a pirate. Oh! And a punk too!" she smirked. "Now, they're no gentlemen, are they?"


Steam flowed from England's ears, as if he was a little teapot. _____ felt bad for upsetting him so much, but damn, it was fun!


"I'll show you!" He promised, walking up to her. She refused to show her nervousness.


"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do?"


England suddenly returned the smirk, before walking away calmly.


"Uh... What just happened?" America asked.


"I'm uh... Not sure." _______ admitted.


Later that night, _____ was curled up on her favorite couch, reading her favorite book. She'd just gotten comfy when...


KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!


She groaned, getting up to answer it.


Her mouth dropped when she saw who it was.


It was England, dressed to the nines, with a lovely bouquet of (favorite color) flowers in his hand.


"A-Arthur? What are you doing?" she stammered, flustered by the rather handsome tsundere in front of her.


"W-well," He coughed, looking away. "Tonight, we're going to go on a date. And I'm going to be a perfect gentleman."


Oh wow. She'd forgotten that incident earlier today... But even if she remembered, she wasn't expecting this.


Admittedly though, she did have a thing for the Brit, so it's not like this was unwanted.


"O-oh... But I'm not dressed properly."


England smirked, deciding to turn on the charm. "Well, I think you look lovely." he stated. "But if you really want to change, go ahead."


_______ knew he was just trying to butter her up, but she couldn't help being flustered by the compliment.


"U-um... Okay... Thanks." she said, motioning for him to come inside. He sat on the couch while she went to her room.


________ went through her wardrobe, looking for something really nice.


"Love, we're just going to my place. You don't have to get too dressed up."


While ______'s heart fluttered at the pet name, her face heated up in anger at the rest of it.


"Then why the hell are you dressed up?!" she snapped.


He chuckled. "I don't know; I guess I just like it. Don't you?"


Oooh, did she ever. He knew she did! He must be trying to mess with my head, she thought.


"I guess, on you at least. But I'm not really into that sort of thing."


"That's too bad; I bet you'd look gorgeous."


"HERE WE GO!" ______ shouted, a little louder than she meant to because his compliment caught her off guard.


"Great, love. I can't wait to see you!"


____ groaned. "Are you gonna be like this all night?"


"What, honest? Yes."


Huh. Okay. Two can play that game.


"Aww, you're too kind!" She cooed. "Though I doubt I'll look as good as you. "


______ could hear his breath hitch. "D-don't be so modest! There's a reason you're called 'the fairer sex'."


Damn. She couldn't think of a comeback.


"I-I suppose..." she conceded. But he'd only won the battle; not the war.

She came out of her room, now all dolled up, and put on her best cute face

"H-how do I look?" She asked timidly. She was faking of course, but England took the bait, becoming nervous himself.

"Wow… you look beautiful." He said, his confidence coming back to him. __________ smiled, but growled on the inside. How long was he going to keep this.

"Thank you, kind sir."  She said, simultaneously curtseying and dying on the inside because of it.

"I'm only stating the truth." He smiled, walking up to her and taking her hand. "Shall we?"

"We shall!"

When they got to the car, England opened her car door first. Gag. thought ________, but she gave a strained smile and got in anyway. When he opened her door for her once they reached his house, she had similar sentiments.

But then they got into the house, ______ was humbled. England house was never ugly; he usually kept it rather nice. But tonight… it was beautiful!  She was wondering how he could possibly consider going to his house a date, but now that she saw it…

Then she noticed something that made her stomach flip. And not in a good way. England was leading her to the dining room! He was going to force her to eat his God awful cooking! That was bad enough, but there was no way she'd be able to keep kissing up to him if she had to eat that crap!

"Something wrong?" He asked.

"Huh? O-oh, no! I'm fine!" She assured him. He smiled.

"Good. I wouldn't want you to get sick before we have a chance to eat!" He said proudly. ____________ wanted to cry.

Just as she almost did though, they made it to the kitchen.  And much to her surprise, everything looked really good… the food included!

"Wow…" She admitted.

"Nice, right?" He stated proudly before whispering in her ear. "Don't tell anyone, but uh… I had that frog help me."

Wow; this guy worked with one of his worst enemies just to make a decent meal for her?

"I…don't know what to say…" And really, she didn't. That was such a selfless gesture, especially for him. She feared he'd win this thing after all.

As expected, the meal was amazing. She couldn't deny that. She thought that'd be the end of it.

"So… I guess you'll be taking me home now?" She asked.

"Not just yet. Come on, I want to show you something." He urged, leading her outside.

Did you know heels and grass didn't mix?  Because ________ sure didn't. Until she nearly fell flat on her face.  England caught her though, and carried her bridal style to wherever the hell he was taking her.

Finally, he sat down, leaning against a tree and keeping her on his lap.

"Look up." He told her. And when she did her eyeballs nearly disconnected from their sockets.

It was breathtaking. Stars upon stars upon stars quite literally filled the night sky, giving light where clearly man had been negligent. _________ had heard about what a difference lack of light pollution makes, but she'd never seen it with her own two eyes…

She would've continued gaping, but she heard a voice say something, snapping her out of her daze.

"What?" She asked. Why was England's face so red?!

"I…" He started, brushing hair out of her face. "I love you, ___________."

That was the line.

"H-how dare you lie about something like that?!" She yelled.

"What?"

"Don't play dumb! I know you've just been trying to mess with my mind this whole time; trying to get back at me for earlier today. B-but to joke about love? That's really low! Especially since you know I…. I…." she couldn't bring herself to finish, so she tried taking off her heels so she could walk away. It was proving rather difficult through her blurry eyes.

" THAT'S what you think this is about?!"

"I don't think, I know ." She huffed, still struggling.

"Well, you're right about not thinking."

"Oh, so that's not why I'm here?"

"No, actually, it isn't."

"Then please, do tell me what the reason is."

"You daft woman! Did you ever stop to think maybe I really want to romance you?!" He covered his mouth as soon as the words came out, but it was too late.

"Y-you what?" She asked, not really believing what she heard.

"I… I'm not messing with your head. I really just wanted to romance you, and this seemed like a perfect opportunity."

"…So… you really do love me?"

"OF COURSE I DO!"

____________ couldn't hold the urge to kiss him any longer. He didn't immediately respond, due to shock, but eventually he kissed her back.


"I love you too." She told him, big, cheesy smile on her face.

"Y-yeah… I figured…" He joked. She rolled her eyes.

"It's late. I really should get home." She said reluctantly before smiling. "Carry me back to the house?"

He smiled back at her. "Sure thing."  He picked her up bridal style once again and began walking back.

A thought occurred to ________, and a new devious smile formed on her face. "Hey, Arthur?"

"Yes, love?"

"I don't think gentlemen are supposed to kiss on the first date."

"… Don't make me drop you."
SO MUCH FLUFF!!!!!!!!!!!

I know England is a little OOC, but that's part of the plot, so deal with it :iconpoutplz:

this is commision number 2 for :iconanimeleadervi: commisions are still open, so check out this journal [link] for details if you want one.

Oh, and I hope you enjoyed the story!

Edit: So yeah, guys. I'm on the front page again, and junk... >///<
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America sprinted back into the room where he heard a blood curdling scream. It sounded like his friend, _________, who was visiting him today. Sure enough, when he walked into the room, he found __________ curled up in a ball, eyes clenched shut and hands on her ears.
"__________? What's wrong? "
_________ kept her ears covered, so she couldn't hear him. He reached down and pulled her hands away.  When she did, her attention turned to the TV and she screamed, closing her eyes and shaking like a wet dog attempting to dry itself off.

"T-that thing!" She cried, pointing to the TV

America's attention turned to the TV and he looked confused.

"Zorak? I mean sure, he's kind of a douche, but…"

"N-no… the other one…"

"…You mean, Brak?"

_________ shuddered at even the sound of his name before nodding her head. "Y-yeah…"

America burst out into a huge fit of laughter. "A-ha-ha! Dude, are you serious right now? Haven't you seen space ghost?! He's totally harmless!"

"I know that, stupid! But I don't care! He's scary and that's that!!!"

America sighed at his friend's ridiculous behavior before an evil smile formed across his face.

He was going to help her get over this fear.

The next few weeks were spent with various attempts by America to help _________ with just that. All failed.

First he tried to show her "Brak's tales of suspense". His reward was a broken computer.

Then he tried to get her to watch Cartoon  planet. He got a broken TV.

Then he just tried to get her to look a picture. She ripped it into pieces.

She let out a horrendous scream right before grabbing the picture, which alerted his brother England  who was in the next room.

"_________! Are you –"

He was cut off by the girl running to him and holding him tight. When she realized what she had done, she pulled away, blushing a deep red.

"S-sorry…" She mumbled.

"It's fine…" he replied.

Oh? What was this? America was often accused of being unable to "read the atmosphere" or  having an elevator that "doesn't go to the top floor", but he could definitely see what was going on here.

And in his mind, he was working a way to kill two birds with one stone.

The following was to be America's plan:
Step 1: Get a Brak costume (don't worry about where he got it).
Step 2:  Sneak up on ________ and England while they were hanging out today
Step 3: Let someone else (in this case, England) be the hero and save the damsel in distress
Step 4: Sit back and let nature take its course!

If all went as planned, _________ would be cured of her fear and dating her crush! He was such a good friend.

Now dressed in said costume, he made his way over to the soon to be couple. He made sure __________  saw him behind England, and…

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Arthur, look out!" She screamed

America had no time to smile to himself as her fist connected with his face (thank god he took off Texas beforehand!) before tackling him to the ground continuing to bash his face in.

Ah yes, there was a fatal flaw in America's plan. What he didn't know about ___________ was that when spooked, she had strength that was on par with his, Russia's, and Rena Ryuugu in her kawaii mode's hypothetical threesome baby. So now she was being the heroine instead of England being her hero.

"Keep.Your.Filthy.Stupid.Alien.Cat.Paws.Off.My.ARTHUR!!!!" She punctuated each word with a fist to the face, giving an especially hard punch on that last word.

"Gahh! ______, _____________ stop! It's me!" He cried again and again. It took quite a few repeats and him taking the head of the costume off to finally get her attention.
"A-alfred?" She stuttered, horrified. She instantly jumped off him and bowed repeatedly (Kiku was another close friend of hers), apologizing with each bow.

"Chill dude, it's fine…" He lied. He hoped she didn't damage his face too much. It was his bread and butter!

"Why would you do such a stupid thing anyway?" England asked, feeling he needed to be in on the conversation.

"Because ______'s crushing on you big time, dude!"

Both their faces went bright red as they yelled "WHAT?!"

"Yeah man! And I know you're crushing on her too. I thought maybe if I gave you a chance to rescue her, you guys would admit your feelings but…"

Neither of them said anything, still looking at him in shock and embarrassment.

"Well, it looks like you found out anyway… so… later!" He said, running off.

The two continued to stare at the space he left for a moment. England was the first person to snap out of it. Well, she did say  "My Arthur"…

Even though England was the first to snap of their phase, _________ was the first to talk, letting out a nervous laugh and a "Well, it looks like I'm over my fear of Brak…"

"____-_______..." He started.

"Y-yes, Arthur?"

"Is… Is what Alfred said… do you really like me?"

"Um… well… yeah…" She admitted, blushing.

"Oh…"

There was an awkward silence.

"Do you… really like me too?"

"Uh… yeah, I do…"

"Really? Even after I acted so… manly?" She asked, letting out another nervous chuckle.

"Yeah." He said, letting out a nervous chuckle of his own.

They hadn't realized it, but they had scooted pretty close together during this awkward conversation. But neither cared as they continued to lean closer, until their lips met and arms were wrapped around each other.

Outside in the hallway, America was mentally patting himself on the back for a job well done.

"Mission accomplished." He declared to himself, before going to inspect the damage _________ had caused to his face.
Based on the fact that I have a fear of Brak T-T I've gotten over it somewhat... but he still scares me
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You were an idiot.


Those reports on the news warning of a blizzard? You ignored them. The lack of snow the past few years had caused you to lose your faith in winter and storms.


So like a fool, you went over to your dear friend Arthur's house today.


You stayed for a good few hours, but uh... you started to get hungry. And you'd heard the rumors about his cooking. Added to the fact that it was getting late and it was rather improper for you to stay so late a guy friend's house.... Well it just seemed like a good time to leave


But when you happened to open the door, you discovered the news report was right! The entire ground was covered in snow that came up to your knees. That you even got the door open was a miracle.


Arthur, who was seeing you to the door like a good host, gaped at the scene.


"You know, _______, you can always stay the night here..." He offered.


Your stomach told you it wasn't having that shit. It let out a loud growl, much to your embarrassment.


"N-no, that's okay!" you assured him. "I'll be fine!"


With that, you staggered out the door into the snow walked out the best you could.


... Until a huge gust of wind took you and sent you flying.


"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Arthur, help meeeee!" you cried.


Arthur turned around and his jaw dropped. By this point you were team-rocket-is-blasting-off -again-distance; he could barely see you!


But he took a wand out of God knows where and pointed in your direction, shouting, "ACCIO!"


Suddenly, you were back in his house, though you continued to scream for a bit.


"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....hhhh?" you peeped open an eye. You were safe! You pulled Arthur into a hug.


"Oh, I don't know what you did, but thank you so much!"


"Uh... Yeah, sure!" he said, sounding a little nervous. He didn't hug you back, which you found a bit weird.


You let go, smiling up at him

"So, it looks like I'm staying here after all, huh?"

"Heh, yeah..."


Your heart skipped a beat. In addition to being a good friend of yours, Arthur was someone you'd been crushing on for years. Staying the night with him was certainly a promising idea.


Of course, since you didn't know if he returned your feelings, you had to be careful. You'd hate to scare the boy off and get sent flying in the blizzard again!

So you put on your best poker face as you sat next to him on the couch. He smiled at you, causing you to look away and blush.

"S-so…" You started.

"Yeah…" he trailed off.

Well this wasn't totally awkward.

You decided to suck it up and be just a little bit bitchy to get things going.

"This is borrrrrrrrrrrring!" you whined. Much to your surprise, Arthur didn't look angry or annoyed, but sad. You wondered why…

"O-oh… I'm sorry." He mumbled.

Awwww! He was such a sweetie! You couldn't resist jumping him and giving him another hug.

"Aw, ish okay Artie~!" you chirped. This time you he hugged you back, though you did hear him sigh. Huh. Weird.

"R-right. Um… we could watch some movies, if you like…"

"Ooooh! Do you have 'home alone'?"

He looked offended. "W-why would I have that movie?!"

"Uh, because it's a classic?"

"Well I never liked it."

Your jaw dropped. "What's not to like about a smart little boy making two burglars his bitches?"

"I have my reasons, alright?!"

When Arthur got that tone and that facial expression, it usually had something to do with his younger brother Alfred, who he wasn't really on good terms with anymore. You wondered what the connection was, but didn't press the issue. You knew better than that.

"Um… well, okay. Do you have anything else you wanna watch?"

"How about-"

Suddenly, the house went dark.


"Oh great!" You cried.


Arthur just groaned. "Hold on." He said, reaching into his pocket…you think. It was hard to tell. "lumos!" And there was light.


There was that wand again.

"You're a wizard." You deadpanned. He laughed nervously.


So you two resigned yourself to idle conversation.


"So… you get any Christmas shopping done yet?"


"Yeah, most of it." Yawn.


"You can't seriously be tired already."


"I always feel sleepy when I'm cold."


"Oh! Right!" He said, taking out the wand yet again. He pointed at his fireplace. "Incendio!" he said.

And then there was fire.

"Cool!" You said, scooting closer to the fire.

"I can get a blanket too, if you're still cold."

"That'd be nice, thanks."

Arthur left, wand still in hand, and made his way to another room. You got back on the couch, letting your mind wander.

I can't help thinking about how romantic this is… You thought. Hey, this could be my big chance!

It was at that point Arthur came back in the room.

"Oh, you got back on the couch."

"Yeah, I figured since you were getting a blanket and all..."

He shrugged, and handed the blanket to you. Yay!  It was big enough for two people!

Yay again! Arthur was shivering!

"H-hey, Arthur… You wanna share?" You offered.

Arthur's face suddenly turned bright red. "Uh… I-I'm fine, thank you!"

You growled. "No, you're not. Here." You put the blanket over the both of you.

"Better?" You asked.

"Y-yeah, I guess…"

You prayed his sudden awkwardness was a good thing as you bravely asked your next question.

"You know," He started, cutting you off before you could even start. "We could snuggle together… if you want."

How did he know that's what you wanted? Oh, you certain now. He had to have the same feelings for you!

You crawled over towards him, and he actually opened his arms for you! This was so unlike him! Then again, he did read all those romance novels… (don't tell him I told you that, okay?)

You went along with it, sighing happily as you made yourself comfortable on his chest.


"C-comfy?" He stuttered.


"Yeah." You purred, listening to his heart. Poor thing was racing. Yep, he definitely liked you.


"Good." He said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

You two sat like that for a moment, enjoying each other's company, before you felt him take a deep breath and lift your chin up lightly.

"___-________?"

Now it was your heart's turn to race. "Y-yes?"


He couldn't bring himself to answer you, so he gently brushed some hair out of your face before leaning down and gently kissing your lips.


YOU KNEW IT! You did a victory dance in your head as you kissed him back.


He seemed relieved that you did this when he pulled away, as he smiled at you. Not a nervous smile either, a real one.


"I'm guessing you like me too?" He asked.


"Nah." You teased. Being Arthur, he naturally appreciated your sarcasm. He laughed a little.


He blushed. "S-so… I don't know any other way to phrase this, but… will you be mine?"

You laughed. "How about 'will you go out with me'? That's what regular people say."

This sent him into tsundere mode. "G-git! You would go and ruin the moment by-"

You cut him off with another kiss.

"Okay, okay, Artie. I'll 'be yours'."

He smiled again. "Now that's more like it!"

With that, you two fell into a peaceful sleep in each other's arms.
I got the idea for this from APH-Best-Readers contest... but I probably won't enter it because idt it'll win ^^; I'm still kind of proud of it though!

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"Right, see you later then." Arthur told me, waving goodbye as we parted ways.

"Okay, later!" I called out, waving back to him. 

Huh. My face was hurting all of a sudden. I recognized the pain as one that happens when you smile too much. I found that strange; I didn't think I'd been smiling that much. But I mean, if anyone could make me smile, it'd be Arthur....

N-now don't get the wrong idea! I'll admit, Arthur's rather... handsome, and a real charmer, but I do not have any romantic interest in him! We're just really good friends, all right?

"Hey, _______!" a familiar voice called out. I turned around.

"Hey, Alfred!" I replied, stopping so he could catch up to me.

"Dude, we still on for game night tonight?"

Just a little note; when he says "game night", he means video games, not board games. I wonder if people still even have the other kind of game night... Man, I feel old...

Oh crap, that's tonight? My place is a total mess! No way I can let him come over!

"I'm sorry, Alfred, but I need to do some serious cleaning before I let anyone over. But uh... we can play online!"

He pouted. "That's not as fun!"

"I know, I'm sorry. But my place really looks like sheep shit in shallow water."

"Hmph. I bet you'd let me come over if I was Arthur."

Okay, let's pause and go over all the things wrong with that statement.

1. I only plan on making my house presentable, and I'd never let Arthur over unless it was spotless. Otherwise I'd die of embarrassment.

2. Arthur's not that into video games, so I wouldn't invite him for game night.

3. Alfred is implying in his own oh-so-subtle way that I have feelings for Arthur... And I don't!

"How many times do I have to tell you I don't like him like that?!" I growled.

"Hmm... Until it stops being a lie. Which will be never." he winked

Guys, come on. Is it hard to see why I prefer Arthur's company? He'd never act like this!

"It's not a lie! Now look, I'm going home. The offer for game night still stands. Otherwise, talk to you later." I said, walking away.

Guilt consumed me as I finished cleaning. I totally forgot about Alfred! As soon as I remember, I rush to my computer.

He's not on. I feel even guiltier. Then I notice I have a message from him. Figuring it was an apology for not staying or him chewing me out, I open it, ready to apologize either way.

But... It doesn't say anything like that. Instead it reads:

This song reminds me of you ;)

Is... Is he hitting on me? Wow, maybe he had ulterior motives for saying what he said. I click the link, curious.

... This butthole. It's a link to a rather famous song... See if you can figure out what it is.


If there's a prize for rotten judgement
I guess I've already won that


Boy was that true. I've been in 3 relationships so far, and they all ended horribly. The first guy was just a fucking psycho who didn't know how to deal with his emotions and actually treat a girl right. He didn't even have the balls to break up with me properly; I had to find out from a friend of his.

Who ended up being my second boyfriend. I know, I know, that's a no-no, but I was inexperienced, emotional from a summer of ambiguity caused by my ex, and well... Damn, the guy charmed me. But he only wanted me (and multiple girls) to help him get back with this crazy bitch he has an on off relationship with.

The third hurt the most, because it lasted the longest. Around the end of the relationship he became a dick. He'd ignore me, knowing how I hated it because of the first guy, to manipulate me into doing what he wanted. Thank God it didn't include sex.


No man is worth the aggravation
That's ancient history, been there, done that


Well yeah, that's pretty much how I feel after all that.

Who you think you're kidding?
He's the Earth and heaven to you


Okay, we're good friends. Really good friends. It's not like I think about him all the time... Well, not in a romantic way... Okay fine; I do. B-but that's natural, right? 

Try to keep it hidden,
Honey, we can see right through you


I don't think I'm hiding anything, thank you very little.

 Girl, ya can't conceal it
We know how ya feel and
Who you're thinking of


... Woah, freaky. At this line I realize once again I am thinking of him. His eyes, his voice, those strangely adorable brows that he hates...


No chance, no way
I won't say it, no, no


Y-yeah, you go girl! You're independent; like me.


You swoon, you sigh
why deny it, uh-oh


Ugh, this argument. 

It's too cliche
I won't say I'm in love


That was always my favorite part of this song. I liked how she wasn't so easy with her heart, like all the others.  And I wanna be the same!


I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out


Boy, ain't that the truth. 

 My head is screaming get a grip, girl
Unless you're dying to cry your heart out
Oh


You know, if Arthur and I did take our relationship to the next level, and things didn't work out, I don't think he'd hurt me the way the others did... Not that it's gonna happen! I mean, I don't even know if he feels that way about me! Yet another reason not to chance it.

You keep on denying
Who you are and how you're feeling
Baby, we're not buying
Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling


Oh God, that reminds me of this one time Arthur and I were out stargazing. Don't ask how, but I tripped and ended up accidentally kissing him. It was actually kind of nice; even if neither of us really reciprocated it... I wonder if Alfred was somehow involved.


Face it like a grown-up
When you gonna own up
That you got, got, got it bad


Oh, well look who's calling the kettle black! I may have my moments, but I'm way more mature than Alfred. Not that that's difficult or anything.


Whoa No chance, now way
I won't say it, no, no


That's how I'm feeling, but I know she'll give up in the end. Kind of disappointing, but it's such a sweet moment the girly-girl in me can't help but go "Awwwww"

Give up, give in
Check the grin you're in love


Does that mean I should give up? Arthur is a really great guy after all... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Hell, it might even be something beautiful...

This scene won't play,
I won't say I'm in love


I shake my head. That's not real; things don't work out that way all the time. It's not worth it.

Still...

You're doin flips read our lips
You're in love


Still, I have to admit, the whole time this song has been playing, I've been imagining it. I have to admit, I've done this before, without provocation. I have to admit... There's a chance Alfred's right.


You're way off base
I won't say it
Get off my case
I won't say it


Let's assume he is though. Is it worth the risk? Should I go for it? What if I get hurt?

Girl, don't be proud
It's O.K. you're in love


... Damn it, they're right. A goofy smile  forms on my face as I accept it.

Oh
At least out loud,
I won't say I'm in love...


Hmm... You know, I think I'll do the same.

"Fine, you're right. I love Arthur."

Well, almost the same.
You may shoot me now.

I know this has been done to death, but I just couldn't resist. I tried to make it as unique as possible though... So, forgive me?

This is also a commision for AnimeLeaderVI that I totally winged. If you want a commision, check out my page for info.
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Today was turning out to very boring for Arthur.  Even with his usually entertaining girlfriend ___________ over, this day was turning out to be boring.

Of course, perhaps if said girlfriend was paying more attention to him rather than… whatever the hell she was looking at on her laptop, that might help things a little bit.

"Remind me why I invited you over again?" He asked, annoyed.

"You tell me." Was your oh-so-concerned reply.

An anime vein popped on Arthur's head and he growled. "Gee, I don't know. Maybe I just wanted to spend time with my girlfriend. You know, without her laptop?"

You groaned and rolled your eyes, which didn't leave the computer screen. "Look, I promise I'll give you my full attention in just a few minutes, okay? I just wanna finish reading this comic."

"You're ignoring me to read a webcomic?"

"Hey, you've ignored me to read books. In fact, why don't you go read one now?"

Arthur was not having this, not in his own home. You were going to give him your full attention, and you were going to give it to him now.

Since you were so distracted with what was on the screen in front of you, you made absolutely no notice when he snuck up behind you. You were unaware of the scheming glare he was burning into the back of your head. And you completely missed his hands slowly making their way to your head until…

He was scratching it.

Instantly, you leaned back into the touch, with a half-hearted frown on your face. "Arthur~", you whined "Ahhhhh……stop! That's not fair!"

Yes, in the course of your dating, Arthur had learned that the top of your head was a weak spot for you.  Scratching your head was how Arthur got pretty much everything he wanted. It was how he won fights, got you to forgive him after said fights, sometimes he even used it to get you in the mood.

Right now, though, he just wanted you to pay attention to him, not your comic.

"Life's not fair love," He said smugly as his other hand went to scratch your back, another weak spot for you.  Just like a dog… he thought.

"Mmm... Arthuuuur, please!" You whined, hunching your back. "I just want to read…"  

"No, this is our time together. Now, close the laptop…"

You whined again and did what he said. Arthur stopped scratching your head and your back and the flustered look left your face, quickly replaced with a scowl.

"What?!" He asked, annoyed that you weren't being as submissive as he'd hoped.

"If you value your life, you will continue scratching me." You told him in a dead serious tone.

The blood drained from Arthur's face as he now obeyed your orders.

Slowly approaching Arthur's house now was Alfred. He too, had become bored, and was hoping he could hang out with Arthur and… I don't know, beat him at video games or something? Anything was better than just doing nothing.

He raised a hand to knock the door, but a groan stopped him.

"Ah~! Arthur, yes! Right there!"

"D-don't be so loud, git!"

"I can't help it; it feels amazing!"

Alfred stood frozen in place for second, before lowering his hand and walking away.

Maybe Matthew was free.
:iconotlplz: Please forgive me for this garbage. I desperately needed to write something stupid and crackish to get rid of my sad feels.
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Two.Thirty.Five.a.m.

That is the ungodly time England was woken up by a phone call.  From the ringtone, "What makes you beautiful" (dawws), he knew it had to be ________.

"It's 2 in the sodding morning, _________. What the bloody hell do you want?!"

"Arthur, you need to get over here. Now."

The serious in her voice as well as what she said kind of… turned him on a little. And it showed in his response.

"W-what? Why?" He asked, a million dirty thoughts going through his head.

"Because… they have 'Once Upon a Time' on Netflix!"

England hung up the phone and practically flew to ________'s house. Sure getting laid would've been better, but Once Upon a Time? That was still pretty fucking great.  And watching it with her would make it 100x better.

"Wow, that was fast." ________ teased.

"Of course!"

"Well, I got the popcorn and the Tv's already on the show. Shall we?"

He smirked, locking arms with her and walking to the couch. While he did this in a playful manner, it made both of them blush. But they chose to ignore it as _________ selected the very first episode.

England had been a fan of Once Upon a Time from the very beginning, even if the writers weren't quite the experts with fairy tale creatures that he was. The differences were far and few in between enough that he could overlook them.

___________, however, only recently got into the show. England introduced it to her one time he visited her and she was hooked too. She totally didn't also have ulterior motives for liking it, like getting closer to England…

Ahem. Right.

The two were on the episodes having to do with Belle and Rumpelstiltskin. Even though he was a bad guy (sort of?), ________ had a soft spot from him in her heart. She found his cunning and quirky behavior charming.  In a way, it kind of reminded her of the Brit sitting next to her. Of course, England was way hotter…

She tried to shake the thought, but she wasn't completely able to do it. She wondered if he felt the same way; if he saw her as his Belle.

England was having trouble concentrating. Tinkerbell was chatting it up with Flying Mint
Bunny and they were being very loud. Fearing ________ would think he's crazy if she saw
him talking to the air. But when they got to the scene where Belle tried to break the curse with a kiss, they broke him.

"Awwwww! How cute!" Tinkerbell sighed

"You know something? Those two kind of remind of me of England and _________." Flying mint bunny chimed.

His face turned dark red.

"Hey, maybe if England and ________ kiss, his eyebrows will become less fuzzy!"

"YOU DAMN WANKERS! SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY, WILL YOU?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted it. He turned around to see _________, head slightly tilted and looking confused.

"Um… Arthur? Who are you talking to?"

"Well, um… you see…"

Suddenly, a light bulb clicked in ____________'s head. "Oh… is it your 'magical friends'?"

He blushed, looking away from her. "How do you know about that?"

"Alfred told me." She giggled while he only looked more embarrassed.

"Git."

"Hey, don't be like that!" She scooted closer to him. "If it makes you feel better, I believe you."

His eyes widened, and he found the courage to look at her again. "Really?"

"Yeah. Just because you can't see something doesn't mean it isn't real. I mean, you can't see the air, can you?"

Oh God. He loved her so much right now.

"Now's your chance, England! Kiss her!"

He blushed furiously, and _______ smirked when she noticed.

"Oh my, are they telling you dirty things?"

"N-no. They're just saying stupid stuff."

"Like what?"

"Like how um… if we kissed, maybe it'd make my eyebrows less fuzzy."

__________ blushed at this too. But she refused to let on just how much she wanted to kiss him.

"Aww, but I like your eyebrows. They're cute."

Oh god, oh god. Was this really happening?  He mentally panicked.

"Thanks. Besides, it's not like we'd ever want to kiss."

"I never said that."

He stared at her in astonishment. She stared back at him, waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, she turned her attention back to the TV.

They both were quiet for the remainder of the time they watched the show.

~ Le time skip!!!!!!!!!!~

England nearly had a heart attack when he woke up the next morning. He somehow managed to fall asleep at __________'s house, on her couch, with her in his arms.

He composed himself enough to not harshly push her off him. As he relaxed more, he couldn't help admiring her.

The way her (hair length), (hair color) hair delicately covered some of her face.

The calm, peaceful look on her face.

Her soft, even breaths.

How close her lips were to his…

"I wouldn't say that." , she told him last night. What the hell did that mean?! Did she want him to kiss her?

He wasn't sure, but he knew right now that he really wanted to. So he took a deep breath and closed the small gap between them. He immediately pulled away when he felt the girl smirk and kiss him back.

"Awww, why'd you stop?" She whined.

"Y-you tricked me!" Was his lame retort.

She smirked. "You mad bro?"

He smirked back. "No, I guess not…"

"Good!" She replied before pulling him in for another kiss.

Oh, and don't worry fangirls. Iggy's eyebrows didn't change.
Look at me; getting all original with my titles and ish ;D

I recently got into this show and I could totally see England being a fan too. Can't you? This show really is on Netflix btw; that's kinda how I got into it. Enjoy the story!
Edit: Holy cow over a hundred faves? Why do you guys love this so much?! >.<
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__________'s birthday eventually came to pass, and after several… "attempts", she and Arthur finally conceived a child! They were overjoyed to finally be on this magical journey together…

Right. Let's go on this trip with them, shall we?

Like any first time parents, these two searched far and wide for any information about pregnancy that they could. Here's what they found vs. what they experienced.

First trimester:

The first trimester of pregnancy is marked by an invisible — yet amazing — transformation. And it happens quickly. Hormones trigger your body to begin nourishing the baby even before tests and a physical exam can confirm the pregnancy. Knowing what physical and emotional changes to expect during the first trimester can help you face the months ahead with confidence.

Sounds like a heartwarming experience right? Wrong.

Arthur shuddered at the sound of _________ purging her breakfast for about the 3rd time today. How could she have anything left? He wasn't sure, but it was clear from the swirly mess in the porcelain bowl that she did, in fact, she still had plenty to share.

It's moments like these that _________ had no doubt Arthur loved her with all his heart. He didn't have to sit here next to her, one hand holding her (h/l), (h/c) hair up, the other patting her back comfortingly. But he did. And she loved him for it. She wasn't sure who had it worse, her for experiencing this, or him for having to deal with it. But if it was him, at least they'd be even when she had to have the baby.

There were also mood swings. One minute ______ was giddy, the next angry, the next in desperate need of Cymbalta. Combined with the dizziness, Arthur realized that pregnancy was kind of similar to being drunk. Fortunately she slept a lot so she didn't have much conscious time to switch.

There was one other thing…

"T-thanks again Arthur." ______ said weakly.

"No problem love." Arthur replied, with a smile as weak as her voice.

"Hey… can you get me some sauerkraut?"

Arthur face palmed. Damn cravings.

Second trimester

The second trimester of pregnancy often brings a renewed sense of well-being. The worst of the nausea has usually passed, and your baby isn't big enough to crowd your abdominal organs and make you uncomfortable. Yet dramatic pregnancy symptoms are on the horizon.

"Damn it!!!" ________ growled, failing to contain her breasts in her bra. "I do not want to buy new bras that I'll only wear for a few months!!"

"C-could you not scream stuff like that to the whole world?!" Arthur stuttered. He knew she was frustrated, but damn it, so was he. _________ had gone up 2 cup sizes and her new larger breasts were driving him crazy because he couldn't touch them. From they'd read, it'd be okay if they had sex; it wouldn't harm the baby. But __________  just  wasn't in the mood.  To Arthur, it was criminal.
________ was also beginning to show. It was subtle, but her belly was growing, bit by bit, day by day. This is the point when one could tell the baby's gender. ________ and Arthur decided against it, wanting it to be a surprise. Still, watching the development of their baby in the ultrasounds was a beautiful experience, almost reminiscent of what the first trimester promised.

Third trimester

The third trimester of pregnancy can be physically and emotionally challenging. Your baby's size and position might make it hard for you to get comfortable. You might be tired of pregnancy and eager to move on to the next stage. If you've been gearing up for your due date, you might be disappointed if it comes and goes uneventfully.

This was more or less pretty accurate. Emotional ups and downs marked this point. _________ was in a lot of pain just about everywhere, which caused her to be irritable a lot.

But then there were moments when things were calm, and she was eager to meet their little bundle of joy. Moments like when she felt the baby kick.

"Arthur! Come here!" She cried.

"What?"

"The baby's kicking! Feel it!" She said excitedly, reaching out for his hand.

This had to have been the umpteenth time Arthur had felt the baby kick. But he shared in her joy each time. This time was no different as he reached out to touch her now large belly.

"You're right!" He said, feeling kind of dumb for not saying more, but this always left him at a loss for words.

"My little baby…" ______ cooed to her tummy. "I can't wait to hold you in my arms."

Moments like this made the emotional rollercoaster all worthwhile.

Finally, the day came. After hours of labor, screamed curses and "You did this to me"'s, _________ finally gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.

Any other time, a baby's cry causes it's parents either worry or annoyance. But that first cry, that first time hearing their baby's voice, it was like music to their ears.

"Let me hold him…" ______ requested in a hoarse voice. The nurse handed her the baby.

"Hi there. I'm your mommy." She said, happy tears falling down her face. The baby closed one eye and let out a "wah"
He closed the other eye and opened the closed one. "Wah"

Then he closed both eyes and let out a loud "WAHHHHHHHHHH!"

_______ whispered sweet nothings in her son's ears before handing him over to Arthur. He felt like he should say something, but he couldn't think of anything to say. All he could do was admire this beautiful creature that he and ________ made.

They decided to name their son _________ (sorry can't think of a name n_n;). A few days later, the new family went home.

Arthur jokingly suggested giving _________ a sibling, but his wife was hearing none of that right now. It'd have to wait.
And that's the end of this story! I'm sorry if it sucked, if you read my journal you'd know I kind of have a lot on my mind and I'm not in the cheery mood writing something like this demands.

I want to thank all of you who've followed me in this story. I love all of you and I'm so happy you all like my work so much!

And I'm sorry if you wanted a girl, but if I get pregnant I've decided I want a boy so... btw, I'd like to hear some names you gave the child

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Polite Thanks: Part 1
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Arthur sighed and slumped his chin against the heel of his hand. A small farmer and his family had waited in a line for most of the day and the previous night, just to ask the king if he could possibly lower his taxes. Like that could ever happen.

However, the current king was fair and just, so he didn't send the man off with guards at his heels. Instead, the bearded man leaned forward in his chair, danger twinkling in his eyes. "I will raise and lower the taxes as I feel fit. I would suggest now that you take your loved ones and leave. Thank you."

Still shaking, the farmer sadly turned from the king and made his way back to his family, tired head lowered and once strong shoulders hunched under the power of his king. Just as the meager looking family had left through the heavy wooden doors, one of them came running back.

The prince's head perked up as he recognized the girl as the eldest of the children. Her (e/c) eyes were sad, but not angry like the majority of those who had run back into the room. The guards posted at the doors lunged for her, but she nimbly dodged them and ran up to the king's throne.

Disregarding that what she was doing could get her beheaded, she knelt with her (h/c) head nearly touching her king's feet and pressed a kiss to his boot. Without saying a word, she left a parcel at his feet and got up, running back to her unsuspecting family.

Interest twinkling in his emerald eyes, Arthur pushed himself off of the side of the throne where his father stood and knelt to pick up the peculiar package. The king sat dazed in his seat.

A note scribbled on old paper lay on top of of thin piece of tissue that protected whatever the actual gift was from the ink of the letter.

Arthur could hardly make out the crude letters and words, but quickly deciphered the letter before lifting the tissue.

'My King, my Queen, and my Prince,
Please take care in the coming days, I feel a storm coming fast.'

Under the final layer of wrapping, a heavy quilt was folded with care. Dropping the trash, Arthur kept the note pressed in the palm of his hand as he draped open the quilt, taking in the care and craftsmanship of the gift.

"Silly girl," he muttered under his breath to his father, "She could've sold this in the market for a healthy sum."

Something shone in the old king's eyes. "But she didn't. And we'll have to thank her for it."
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You woke up to the sound of knocking on your front door. Your father was out in the fields behind your house with your brothers and your mother had taken your youngest sister with her to the market.

Carefully, you got out of bed without waking your sisters and ran over to the door. Pulling it open, you pushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear and informed the visitors of your father's absence.

"If you'd like, I can make tea and you can wa-"

"That won't be necessary."

Looking up, you were shocked to see the prince standing at your door, a rather bored look on his face. Blushing furiously, you crouched down in a low curtsy before your prince. "Excuse me, my prince, I did not know you'd be visiting us. My father is out in the fields, but-"

He interrupted you again, sighing heavily as he spoke, "Didn't I tell you that I didn't come for your father?"

You licked your dry lips, "Then my mother. She-"

"No," the prince said, voice rising dangerously. You cringed away from him, causing a bitter chuckle to escape his lips as he leaned closer. "Did you really think that my father would send me here for a poor farmer or his wife? I'm here for something much more," he paused, emerald eyes searching your own, "precious."

Startled by the prince's words, you fell backwards. He stepped out of the doorway, looking at one of the many servants brought with him for the journey. "Saddle a horse for her."

Many thoughts ran through your head, none of them, however, being that 'her' meant you.

"Ah, wait! Your Highness!"

The tall man paused, one boot already in the stirrup of his own horse, and looked back at you with dull, green eyes. "Yes?"

Blushing, you looked down at the dirt dulling the warm color of your shoes. "I- uh. I can't-" you stuttered, pushing at the ground with your toes, "I can't-"

"Ride?" you heard him say, his voice closer than it had previously been. He was back at your doorstep, blonde head ducked slightly to see your face under your (h/c) locks of hair. You pursed your lips and the prince sighed.

He looked towards the sky as he pondered your dilemma. "I can just-"

But the prince interrupted you again. "Come with me."

Swiftly, he took your hand in his and lead to you to the chestnut steed that he had previously been seated on. Dropping your hand, the prince wrapped his hands around your waist, lifting your onto the back of the horse just above the saddle.

You panicked slightly and wrapped your arms tightly around the horse's neck as the prince heaved himself into the saddle. Warm breath tickled your neck and gentle arms stretched over yours, carefully prying your hands off of the stallion.

Another puff of air hit your ear as the prince sighed. "Just relax," he muttered, resting your hands under his on the reins.

Obviously, you couldn't. "I- I'm sorry your Highness, but it's not proper for-"

"Arthur."

Stiffening, you kept your eyes straight ahead, waiting for further explanation.

Which was provided. "Call me Arthur. You will be staying at the palace now, might as well feel comfortable around me."

You rolled the name around in you head for a moment. "Arthur," you repeated, slouching up against your prince and choosing to block all thoughts but those of the prince's name from your head for the time.

"Prince Arthur."

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