EnglandXReader: Mistletoe

EnglandXReader
Mistletoe

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     "Hey (name), do you think that you could whip up some more punch?" Alfred asked. You were beginning to think that the only reason he had invited you to this party was so you could make the punch that everyone seemed to like so much, but you didn't mind all that much.
     "Can do Al." You said. He grinned at you.
     "Thanks (name)!" He adjusted his Santa hat and bounced off into the crowd. You shook your head and sighed slightly thinking that your American friend was nuts. You made your way carefully through that crowd trying not to bump into anyone. Alfred had invited practically everyone, and his house was crowded. Talking and laughter as well as Christmas music filled the air. It was nice to see everyone getting along for the most part, for once. You were so used to see everyone argue and fight whenever they got together at the world conferences, but they weren't tonight.
     You made it over to the table where the now empty punch bowl was. This was the fourth time that you had to go make more punch. 'I don't get why people like this so much.' You thought to yourself as you grabbed the bowl and heading for the kitchen. 'It's not even spiked.' You noticed that there were no cups left on the table and made a mental note to grab some more when you were in the kitchen.
     The kitchen door sung closed behind you, blocking out a good part of the noise coming from the party. You set the punch bowl down on the counter and set to work making the punch, humming to yourself as you did. The door opened, briefly letting in the noise again. You looked around to see who else had come in, and saw Arthur standing by the door rubbing his head as if he had a headache. Your stomach flip-flopped. You had had a big crush on him for a long time, and it always did that when you saw him. You thought that he might like you back, because he was always so sweet to you, but you never bucked up the courage to ask him. He looked up and seemed startled to find someone else in the kitchen with him.
     "Oh (name)…sorry I didn't think that there was anyone else in here." He said.
     "No it's fine." You said giving him a small smile. "Are you alright?" He was still rubbing his head. He gave you a blank look, then seemed to understand what you were referring to.
     "What? … oh yes I'm fine. I just needed to get away from the noise for a moment." He said
     "It is a little crazy out there." You said turning back to the punch.
     "Just a bit. What are you doing?" He asked walking over to you.
     "Just making some more punch. It seems to be rather popular tonight." You said. Arthur nodded.
     "It is really good. I didn't know you made it. That would have made it ten times better if I had known that." He said. You felt your face blush at him complement.
     "T-thanks…" you muttered as you finished making the punch.
     "Do you need any help love?" He asked. Your face grew hotter and your heart fluttered in your chest. 'Love? Why does he call me love? Not that I'm complaining, it sounds wonderful coming from him, and I love it when he calls me that…just why though?' You thought to yourself.
     "N-no, I think I got it." You said picking up the punch bowl. "Oh wait, could you grab those cups?" you nodded towards a stack of small plastic cups sitting on the counter. He nodded and smiled.
     "Sure." He grabbed the cups then went to hold the door open for you.
     "Thank you Arthur." You said smiling at him. 'Such a gentleman.' You thought as you passed him in the door way.
     "Freeze you two!" Alfred shouted. You looked around confused and saw that he was sprinting over to you and Arthur, a big and mischievous grin on his face. Arthur sighed.
     "Alfred, you blood git. What do you want?" he asked sounding a bit annoyed. Alfred skidded to a stop in front of you, his grin growing even bigger.
     "Look up." He said. Hesitantly, you lifted your head looking above you. There hanging in the doorway was a little bundle of green leaves and white berries. You felt your stomach drop.
     "Is that what I think it is?" You asked in a really quiet voice.
     "Bloody hell…" Arthur muttered. There were snickers and giggles coming from the crowd now. You glanced around and saw that most everybody was looking at you and Arthur. You bit your lip feeling the heat rise in your face again.
     "You know what that means right?" Alfred said in a sing-song voice.
     "Vee, It means you gotta give her a kiss Arthur!" Feliciano said excitedly taking the punch bowl from you and setting it down. You and Arthur both started trying to come up with some reason to get out of having to kiss in front of everyone. This was a rather embarrassing situation you had gotten yourselves into, even if you did like him. Feliciano frowned at your protests.
     "It's a Christmas tradition! You got too!" He pouted.
     "He's got a point." Ludwig chimed in. 'You're only saying that because it's not you in this situation…' you thought.
     "Fine." Arthur said setting the cups down, red creeping into his face as well. He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips. They gently brushed against your knuckles, and you melted a little bit. After a moment, he lowered your hand and his green eyes meat your (color) ones for a brief moment before both of you looked away. You shook your head so that your hair fell in front of your face, hiding your embarrassed look from everyone.
     "There. Happy?" Arthur asked still holding your hand.
     "Call that a kiss?" Antonio scoffed.
     "We meant a real kiss dummkopf, and that means on the lips."* Gilbert said pointing to his lips. You gulped. 'A kiss on the lips?' You thought feeling your heart race. You had wanted to kiss Arthur for some time now, but you had always imagined it differently than this.
     "If you want mon ami, I can show you 'ow too really kiss."* Francis taunted Arthur. He took a step towards you, and Arthur tugged you closer to him keeping you away from Francis.
     "I know how to kiss you bloody frog." Arthur snapped, his face really red now.
     "Ohonhonhon~ Zen prove it!" Francis laughed. A wave of muttered aprovemet rippled through the crowd of on lookers. Arthur sighed and looked at you. You peeked up at him through your hair giving him a small smile. He brushed your hair behind your ear and gently lifted your face to his. You felt a shock run through your body as his lips met yours. They were so soft and warm. Almost as quick as the kiss begun, it stopped. Arthur pulled away ever so slightly from you. You looked at him through halfway lifted eyes lids. He was smiling. Your noses brushed against each other's, and you giggled. Arthur reconnected his lips with yours again. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. You reached a hand up and ran your fingers through his messy blonde hair, thoroughly enjoying the moment.
     Wolf whistles and cat calls broke out. "Dude! Lovino, you totally owe me ten bucks!" Alfred laughed.
     "Whatever…" Lovino growled.
     "So immature…betting on love." Yao said rolling his eyes. You weren't really listening to what was going on around you. It was all just noise. All the mattered to you was the man standing in front of you with his arms around you, holding you close to him. Arthur rested his forehead against yours and looked into your (color) eyes.
     "I don't know about you love, but I felt fireworks just then." He said. You smiled at him.
     "So did I."