DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOU OR HETALIA ಠ_ಠ
An England x Reader One-shot.
I opened the door of a café and smiled, it was warm and a sweet scent of cake and coffee warmed me up. It was a cold winter day, and snow crowded the stone pavements of London. During my flight to UK, I had worried about meeting him again. But I had brushed that off as soon as I arrived in the familiar streets of the city, and the kind faces of old friends before moving to America.
I looked to my left to find a seat to sit in. There he was, and our eyes met. He was still the same. His blonde hair that looked quite wild, and his ivory skin that were soft, and pink from the cold. His eyes were just the same I rememberedolive green with golden sparks of joy. It's Arthur Kirkland.
He is the man I loved. But I was too cowardly to tell him. He stood up, and his chair was pushed back with a small scrape and a groan.
It was a peaceful day in London, and _(name)_ had been hanging out with Arthur in the library for about an hour or so, listening to the young British gentleman ramble on about magical creatures and what-not. But sadly, _(name)_ wasn't paying much attention to what Arthur was saying, because she was too busy admiring his kind tone of voice, his eyes and just about everything else (besides his burnt up scones that she was somewhat immune to).
"What's your favorite fairy, love? Or do you like pixies better? I'd say it would be rather hard deciding between the two, though
"Huh? Oh, I-I guess I love them both equally. Like that fairy with the dragonfly wings! I-It's nice."
_(name)_ pointed at a picture with a caption saying 'dragonfly fairy'. Arthur let out a small chuckle, and let a small blush spread across his cheeks. Arthur loved everything about _(name)_ as well. Too bad he was much too shy to tell dear _(name)_ whom would love him back. Her soft-spoken voice and small, shy giggles, the innocent _(eye color)_ eyes that warmed the Brit's heart couldn't stop Arthur from loving her.
"Why don't we go to that café just around the corner, love? I think we have stayed here long enough."
"I suppose so! Let's go, I want some warm beverage."
"O-oh, hey, Arthur. I didn't expect to see you here."
"Really, love? We've been here together so many times before you left."
The last part died down, and I had thought about the memories I had shared with _(name)_, flipping through them like a photo album. I've been to this café at least once a week, ever since the _(skin color)_-skinned, _(hair color)_ girl left for America. Being the wit I had always been, I had regretted not telling _(name)_ I loved her. But then again, I would've been saddened if she rejected me, and I was frightened that I would be broken-hearted forever. I stood up and pulled out a chair.
"Why don't we have tea together? One white-tea, please."
I knew what _(name)_ loved, and I remember them as though they've been carved into my memory. I know what her favorite book is, her favorite beverage, color, and music. Knowing so much about her, I could probably create a biography, all about her!
"T-thanks, Arthur. You're a gentleman as always."
That smile, her voice, it hadn't changed at all. But what if her favorite beverage, color, music had changed? Once again, I regretted ordering her a cup of white-tea for her.
"Seems like you still remember my favorite beverage."
Those words had helped my regretful thoughts ease, but wondered if that was just simply sympathy?
"Wow, I love this place! It's nice and heart-warming."
_(name)_ looked around and smiled, pulling the borrowed books closer to her chest. Arthur smiled as well, and pulled out a chair. _(name)_ smiled and blissfully sat, happy to have tea with her crush. Of course, she didn't say this, but it seemed like her heart whispered it in her, making her blush red. Due to the cold weather in London, Arthur automatically thought it was simply the freezing wind making her cheeks burn pink.
I guess I'll have either white or black tea
I'll go with the white tea, then."
_(name)_ said, looking up from the beverage menu. Arthur ordered his tea and they chatted a little about their lives and such. It was indeed a pleasant afternoon.
"How have you been? I've been doing quite well for the past few years in America. I've also met your cousin, Alfred, several times."
"Oh, I see, love. I'm sure you've been kind to my cousin, but feel free to scold him anytime."
"You know I wouldn't do that, Arthur!"
I smiled, recollecting the fragments of memories that were scattered everywhere, and almost all of them had the name 'Arthur' on it. I must've sounded strange to him. My British accent has faded away, and I must've changed slightly. I exchanged information with Arthur about each other's life, while sipping tea.
"Seems like you're having a lot of fun in America
"Yes, but I miss London. I am being truly honest, I love it here than in America."
It was true. I love UK more than any other place, because I can be closer to Arthur. I keep all the mail that Arthur had carefully handwritten in his beautiful cursive in a small box, because that was the only way I felt closer to Arthur. There hadn't ever been one day in my entire life where I hadn't thought about Arthur, whether it was wondering when his reply to my mail would come, to how much better he would teach my classes in school.
Hey, Arthur, I love you. Did you know that?
"Write to me as soon as you get settled in your new home."
"Don't forget me, or your friends, or anything related to London."
"I promise, Arthur."
_(name)_ chuckled while giving Arthur a hug and crying. She leaned back and looked at the British boy with tears in her eyes. Looking at the teary-eyed friend, Arthur shuffled through his pockets.
He held out a leather bracelet, and it had the words 'friends' stamped on it. Arthur avoided _(name)_'s eyes while handing it to her. He then quickly pulled up the sleeve of his shirt and showed a matching bracelet. _(name)_ put a hand over her mouth and kept crying, letting the tears roll down her cheeks.
"Arthur, thank you!"
_(name)_ took the bracelet and put it on her wrist immediately. But then she had hugged Arthur again and whispered into his ears.
"Even without this, you'll still be in my heart."
As _(name)_ said goodbye and turned away to the plane, Arthur sighed. 'I love you, _name_.' He mouthed before turning away and out of the airport. _(name)_ looked over her shoulder and whispered under her breath. 'I'm sorry I couldn't say I loved you, Arthur.'
I exclaimed as Arthur and I were heading out the door of the café, heading to the library that I had invited Arthur to come along with me to. I pulled down the sleeves of my sweater and showed him the leather bracelet. Arthur opened his mouth slightly, showing a surprised face.
"You still have that?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
Before I could say any further, Arthur pulled me into an embrace. Blushing madly, I stumbled over my words.
Why, wait, uhm
"I love you, _(name)_. I've always had. I wanted to tell you at the airport, and maybe even before that, but I had been such a wimp for not telling you."
I was shocked. I couldn't speak, I didn't
"_(name)_, w-why are you crying? My god, scratch all of that, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to"
"I love you too, Arthur! I couldn't tell you either! I love you! I always had and always will!"
Arthur pulled me into his well-built body as I cried into his chest, and hugging him back. The Brit then swiftly pulled back and leaned in for a kiss. My heart was exploding like fireworks and I wrapped my warms around his arms. When we finally parted, Arthur smiled a small smile. And we stayed like that for a few more seconds. Engraving that very moment in our hearts, and letting the silence whisper the love that we had felt for each other.