All that glitters England x Reader

You smiled as you felt the light breeze caress your face, the little snow flakes brush softly against your skin. You inhaled crisp winter air as you ran down the sidewalk, clutching a wrapped present in your arms and your scarf keeping you warm as you shivered. You knew that running in this cold would make you sweat, which would make you even more cold, but you didn’t care. It was Christmas and your best friend, Alfred, had invited you over for Christmas. Of course, that was the one morning you had overslept. Alfred lived just a few blocks away, so you didn’t need to take a cab to get there. But you were still late.

You shut your eyes as they started to get dry from all the cold breeze rushing past you. You kept running until you bumped into somebody, making you fall backwards onto the ground (luckily your fall was cushioned by the snow) and fling your present somewhere.

“Oh-! Sorry!”

You heard the thick British accent as he reached a hand out. You gladly accepted it and looked up.

Green. You saw bright, comforting green orbs that looked straight back at you. A light blush crept on your cheeks when you realized who it was. It was your friend/crush who you’ve known for the past year, who has gotten close to you thanks to Alfred. Not as close as Alfred, of course. And even though you’ve liked Arthur since you two had first met, Alfred still couldn’t comprehend why you liked the guy, even after a full year.

“Arthur! I didn’t mean to run into you!” You smiled sweetly at the Brit.

“Oh no, it was completely my fault, _____. Oh, is this yours?” Arthur said, bending down and picking up the present. You smiled and took the present from his hands.

“Thanks, Arthur.”

"So what are you rushing around for?” Arthur asked, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets.

“Alfred invited me to the Christmas party.”

“Ah, that’s right, you’re going! I was just getting a last minute present for my brother.”

“You? Getting a present for Alfred?” You couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“What?”

“Well, it’s just that you hate his guts and everything.”

“Am I not allowed to get a present for my brother?” England said, scowling. Wait, was Arthur actually caring for Alfred?

“And if I don’t get him a present, the git would whine until next Christmas.”
That was more like it.

“Mind if I tag along?” You asked cheerily. Arthur chuckled.

“Would I be a gentleman if I said no?” Arthur said, smiling and walking next to you.


~Le time skip to the party ;D~


“Let’s get this party STARTED!”

Alfred’s loud voice could be heard all over the living room and briskly after that, the music started. You immediately walked over to the buffet table as music played in the background. You walked up next to Ivan, which made your skin crawl, and grabbed a paper plate to grab some food. Ivan looked over with his creepy smile.

“Hey there, ____.” He said through a thick Russian accent.

You laughed nervously. “H-hey, Ivan!” You said, smiling forcefully. “H-how are you?”

“I am doing great. You were inviting to this party too, da?”

You stiffly nodded.

“I’m going to go over there and ruin some people’s days.” The Russian said cheerfully, turning around and walking over to a group of people. You shuddered.

You turned back to your food greedily and started scooping up big spoon fulls of macaroni and cheese.

“Woah, dudette, if you eat too much you’re gonna have diabetes or somethin’!” Alfred said, walking up behind you. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh c’mon, Alfred. You eat hamburgers constantly! It’s a miracle you’re not overweight…” You muttered the last part.

Alfred pouted. “Aw, c’mon ____, it’s Christmas. Get into the spirit! Don’t be so meeeaannnn…..”

You laughed. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry Alfred.”

“ATTA  GIRL!” Alfred yelled out, fist pumping the air. He grabbed a burger quickly before quickly  dashing back to host the party.

Something had just occurred to you. You turned around and scanned the mass crowd that was in Alfred’s living room. Ludwig getting pestered by his older brother Gilbert, the two Italian brothers starting a siesta, Antonio happily blabbing on to Kiku-who couldn’t have cared less what he was saying-, Francis trying to flirt with Elizaveta (who was getting her pan out), Yoa pigging out on dumplings, Alfred doing his own thing. But there was someone missing….

Where’s Arthur? You had just realized that the Brit you went shopping with earlier was missing. You mentally kicked yourself for not noticing. Where was he? He had spent a great deal of money on the present for Alfred. Maybe he went off to do something else?

You walked up to Feliciano, who was laughing loudly and holding a cup of punch.

“Hey, Feli!”

“Ciao, bella!~” Feli greeted, looking over at her. You glanced at his gravity defying curl.

“Any idea where Arthur is?”

“Now why would you-a want to speak to that potato bastardo?” Lovi grumbled, taking a bite of the tomato he had in his hand.

“Well, he just kinda disappeared and, ah, w-well…” A blush threatened to show on your cheeks.

Feli could see right through you and smiled. “I think he-a went upstairs~”

You smiled warmly at the Italian. “Thanks, Feli!” You briskly hugged Feli before rushing off to go upstairs.

“Are you really challenging the awesome me to a drinking contest?”

Uh oh. This was going to go downhill, and fast. And if someone was really challenging the Prussian, you would have to get pretty drunk to beat him in a drinking contest. You quickly dashed upstairs, partly your worry to find Arthur and partly eager to avoid the mess that was about to go down in the living room.

You walked through the hallways and looked through a few guest bedrooms. Arthur had told you that he was staying with Alfred for a little until he went back to England. You walked down the hallway until you saw that there was one door with a light shining from under the door. You walked up to it and knocked softly.

“Come on in, ____.”

You walked in, the smell of tea and spice filling your senses. You had grown fond of the smell ever since you hung around Arthur. “How’d you know it was me?”

“You’re the only one who would knock that softly.” Arthur said, looking up from the book he was reading. He was sitting on his bed, on top of the Union jacket covers, wearing only a button down shirt with his tie and pants.

“Why aren’t you down there with the others?” You asked, walking further into the room. You didn’t want to sit on any of the chairs or touch his stuff because it looked so organized. You didn’t want to mess anything up.

Arthur shrugged. “They’ll have more fun without me.”

You tilted you head and walked closer to his bed. “Why would you say that?”

“I prefer to stay in seclusion.” Arthur said bluntly as he picked up the book and started reading.

You walked up to him and took the book away from him.

“Hey!”

“Okay, now tell me the real reason.”

He sighed and gently glared at you. You were lucky you were his closest friend, or else he would’ve snapped at you with harsh comments. “Look, I just… I don’t know… Just something about Christmas makes me gloomy.” He pulled his legs up to him and wrapped his arms around them, looking out the window. “I feel… Lonely.”

You gently put the book on the bed and sat next to Arthur, your legs still hanging off of the bed. “I know how you feel.”

Arthur shot his head over to you. “What? You’re not lonely, you have Alfred and all the others for Christmas.”

You looked at Arthur. “You do too, but yet you say you’re lonely.”

“Not that kind of lonely…” Arthur sighed, looking at the floor. “I see people walk around, laughing, holding hands. And I’m just standing there with a bunch of wankers. The closest things I have to friends are you and Flying Mint bunny. But…” Arthur looked at his hands. “I want someone real, you know?”

You looked at Arthur then to his hands then at the window. So he feels that way too, huh. You thought. You looked at him and your heart fluttered. You couldn’t help but stare at his messy blonde hair. You always marveled how classy he was and how carefully he did things. Even the simplest of things had to be perfect. And that temper brought out his personality so much, though he seemed so nice around you. After a while you couldn’t help but develop a crush on him. Now it might be… More than a crush. But… What if he rejected you? It would mess up your friendship…

You sat there in silence until you interrupted it. “They make it seem that finding love is so easy.”

“All that glitters is not gold.” Arthur murmured as he stare out of the same window.

You sat in silence again for a few moments.

“____?”

“Yeah?”

Arthur turned to you and grabbed your chin, pulling you into a kiss. It was rough at first but it softened, and soon you melted into the kiss.

You broke the kiss only to catch your breath as you stare at Arthur’s emerald eyes. Arthur’s face was completely a shade of red and he smiled sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, I-I, I got ahead of myself…”

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “No, Arthur. It’s alright.” You pulled him into another kiss, and now it was your turn a bright red. When you pulled away, England smiled.

“____, I love you.”

“I love you too, Arthur.”


-Extended Ending -


“____ sure has been up zhere for a while…”

“Well she did-a ask us where that potato bastardo was earlier.”

“Do you think she’s arright?”

“I hope she didn’t get lost in this big mansion aru.”

“She could’ve asked the awesome me to give directions.”

“I get-a lost in mansions sometimes~”

“DUDES, I THINK ARTHUR’S GETTING LAID!!!”

“Ah, young love is so sweet~ Ohonhonhonhonhonhon~”




The room fell in complete silence.




……



“Who are you?”

“I’m Canada!”




The End