EnglandXReader: L-O-V-E

EnglandXReader
L-O-V-E

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L is for the way you look at me.

     Arthur came into the conference room and sighed. It was still mostly empty, save for a few countries there were there early. They chatted happily together, not really noticing that Arthur had come in. Arthur was willing to bet that today's meeting would be a waste of time. Between Francis being a git and always arguing with everything he said, and Alfred's obsessive need to play hero, nothing ever got done. Why should today be any different? He sat down in his chair and took some papers out of his brief case. He was looking through them when the door opened again and he glanced up seeing who came in. (name) was standing in the door looking around the room. Arthur felt his heat skip a beat just by looking at her. She was so beautiful. They had been good friends for a while, and he had watched her grow up from a cute, adorable little girl to a beautiful, and intelligent young woman, and she had become a strong country as well.
     (Name) glanced around the room and her face visibly lit up when she saw Arthur. She beamed at him and walked over to him. That smile. Arthur loved that smile. It was so sweet and could light up even the darkest room. She smiled like that whenever she saw him. Arthur stood up as she got closer to him.
     "Good morning (name)." he smiled at her. "It's good to see you as always."
     "Hi Arthur." She said warmly. Arthur held out his hand for her to shake. (name) looked at it confused. "So formal Arthur, even between old friends."
     Arthur rubbed the back of his head. "Well how would you greet someone then?"
     "Like this." She said sweetly hugging him. He blushed and was taken a back for a moment, then hugged her back. "See hugs are better than handshakes any day!" she pulled away from him after a moment and smiled at him. Arthur looked at her. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of (color) he had ever seen. They were so gentle and full of compassion as well. He smiled at her again.
     "You sound like Feliciano, but I think I might have to agree with you love." He said. 'Especially when they're from you.'
     "So you ready for the meeting?" (name) asked. Arthur shrugged.
     "I just get the feeling that today's going to be a really long day." He said. (name) frowned slightly.
     "Why do you thi-" She started to say but was cut off be an excited shout.
     "(nnnaaammmeee)!!!" Alfred came running up behind (name) and grabbed her around the waist swinging her around in a tight hug.
     "Hi Alfred." She said blushing madly as Alfred set her down again.
     "Dude! How's it goin'?" he asked clamping an arm around her shoulder and tugging her off down the table. She glanced back over her shoulder at Arthur giving him an apologetic look. He could tell that she wanted to stay and talk to him, but couldn't see to brush the over excited American off. Arthur sighed and sat back down fussing with his tie. 'Yes, it's going to be a long day.' He thought.

O is for the only one I see.

     Arthur wasn't really listening to what Ludwig was saying. He hadn't been paying attention the whole meeting. He was absentmindedly staring off down the table, and it just so happened to be in the direction where (name) was sitting. She was playing with her (color) hair looking bored. Arthur wished she was sitting next him that way that could have had a whispered conversation, but no. Alfred had dragged her off, and now she was stuck sitting next to him.
     Arthur was too caught up in looking at (name) that he didn't even hear Alfred make some stupid remark. When Arthur didn't yell at him to 'Shut the hell up!' Francis leaned over to him.
     "What with you mon amie? Normally you wouldn't stand for Alfred saying something like zat."* He said in a low voice as to not be over heard by anyone. Arthur shook himself.
     "I…er…what?" he said still gazing at (name). Francis followed his gaze.
     "Ohonhonhon~" He chuckled. "C'est l'amour non?"* Arthur felt his face flush.
     "I-I-I d-don't know what you're t-talking about Francis." He spluttered, but Francis wasn't listening to him. He was staring at (name) now a lustful look in his blue eyes.
     "(name) is très belle…I wonder if she has been with a real man before. She's so cute and innocent, I bet not. Oh I could have a good time with her." He smirked. Arthur had heard enough. He wasn't going to let that damned frog touch (name). He was afraid that he would completely break her, and he wouldn't allow that. She meant too much to him.
     "Don't you dare lay a bloody hand on her." Arthur said a little more loudly then he meant too. He slammed his fist against the table and glared at Francis. The rest of the room had gone silent, and everyone was looking at Arthur. Francis flipped his wavy blonde hair and glared at Arthur.
     "I didn't realize zat you 'ad a claim on 'er." He said his eyes narrowed.
     "I never said I did." Arthur snapped his temper almost hitting its breaking point
     "Why do you care zen?"
     "Because…because…" Arthur floundered looking for the right words. He didn't want to confess that he loved (name), not in front of everyone else at least, least of all Francis. He would never hear the end of it from him. "Because you wouldn't respect her. She's not some prize to be won."  He said in a low growl.
     "You do love 'er!" Francis said. "Just so you know, I could please 'er a million times better zen you could any day." Arthur snapped. He jumped up out of his chair and lunged for the Frenchmen sinking his fist into the side of his face. Francis fell out of his chair. Arthur grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him up.
     "Leave her alone you bloody frog." He snarled. Francis slapped his had away and punched him in the stomach. Arthur doubled up winded and was met with Francis's knee in his eye. He growled and lunged for him again this time grabbing him around the neck. Francis did the same thing.
     "French whore!" Arthur grunted
     "Bâtard Anglais!"* Francis spat.
     "Das ist genug!"* Ludwig yelled coming over to them and forcing them apart. They still tried to get at each other from around him. "Knock it off already! Grow up und act like the countries you're supposed to be!" Arthur wasn't listening to him. He was going to kill that French bastard for thinking that he could touch (name). He fought hard against Ludwig's hold on him wanting nothing then to beat the holy hell out of Francis.
     "Arthur! Please stop!" Arthur felt someone tugging on his arm. He look around and saw (name) standing there looking upset. "Please." She said again. Arthur took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Francis was calming down too. After a long moment Ludwig released both of them. Arthur straighten his shirt and jacket, still glaring daggers at Francis.
     "Vell, now zat we got zat over vith, we can conclude the meeting." Ludwig said. Everyone started to gather up their thing and left talking excitedly about what just happened. Arthur looked down at the floor. He could feel (name)'s eyes on him still, but he didn't think he could met her gaze just yet. He jumped when he felt someone's hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw (name) examining him closely.
     "C'mon," she said softly taking his hand in hers. "Let's get some ice for that eye."

V is very, very extraordinary

     "Why are you two always fighting?" (name) asked handing Arthur an ice pack. He shrugged gingerly pressing the ice to his aching eye. He and (name) were alone in her kitchen now. She brought him here after the meeting insisting on taking care of his black eye.
     "He's just a bloody git…" he said. She was quiet for a moment.
     "…I take it you two were fighting over a girl?" she said sounding almost hurt. Arthur blushed.
     "…yes we were. He would ruin this girl if he ever gets his hands on her, and I won't ever let that happen." he said not looking her in the eye.
     "Can I ask who she is?" she asked. Arthur bit his lip. 'Should I tell her? Well I guess now is as good a time as any.' He took a deep breath and lowered the ice pack so he could fully look at her.
     "Well…it was…you." he said meeting her (color) eyes. They widened in surprise.
     "M-me? Why?" She asked shocked.
     "You truly are an amazing person (name). You're so kind and gentle and intelligent and so very beautiful." Arthur said earnestly. (name) blushed. "I couldn't stand by and listen to that frog talk about you the way he was doing."
     "So you were defending my honor then?" she asked shyly.
     "You bet your ass I was. You really mean the world to me love." He said. (name) smiled at him and gently kissed him on the cheek.
     "That's so sweet of you Arthur." She said.

E is even more than anyone that you adore can love
Is all that I can give to you.
Love is more than just a game for two.

     Arthur couldn't restrain himself any longer. He gently caressed (name)'s cheek. Her skin was so soft and smooth. He leaned in closer to her gently brushing his lips against hers. He felt her stiffen and pulled away thinking he had gone too far. He looked at her, his hand still resting on the side of her face.
     "I-I'm sorry (name). I shouldn't have…it's just that…bloody hell, I don't think you realize how much I love you (name)." (name) reached up and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "You've always been so kind to me, and I couldn't bear the thought of that French bastard laying a hand on you." He looked into her eyes trying to read her emotion. She was blushing and her eyes were wide. A small soft smile played across her face. She looked at him her (color) eyes looking deep into his green ones.
     "I love you too Arthur. I have for a long time." She said softly. That was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled her face up to his again. His lips pressed against hers. This time he tried to put as much passion and love behind the kiss as he could. (name) responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. His hand slid from her cheek to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her soft (color) hair. Arthur wanted to hold her like that till the end of time, but the annoying need for air forced them to break apart. He rested his forehead against (name)'s. she was smiling her sweet smile at him, and he couldn't help but smile back feeling the happiest he had in a very long time.
     "I love you, so much."

Two in love can make it.
Take my heart, and please don't break it.
'Cause love was made for me and you.