England X Reader: Much Different in Person
You looked to Arthur with a look of surprise when he presented you a meal of a classic chicken cutlet, French fries and a huge bottle of sprite. You eyed the food that was so perfectly placed on the table and then back at him. It looked good. From the smell to even the way it was presented, not a spot of burnt meat was placed.
“What is it?” He looked to you with concern.
You shook your head and began to eat. “Nothing. It just looks really good.”
He laughed as he sat himself down. “Ha-ha, good thing I don’t cook as bad as my character.”
On YouTube, TV, Deviantart, and even fanfiction.net, news of the Hetalia nations were widespread. From their daring personalities to their simple means of racial foolery, you and everyone who watched was hooked. Your biggest crush was Arthur Kirkland, known as Britain or even England. From the way he acted on TV you were certainly convinced that he was the true personification of the country. Unfortunately, as you began dating the guy who at first turned on the ladies charm of the British Hetalia country, you began to realize that the Arthur you fell in love with from the start wasn’t even a country. He wasn’t even England… just Arthur, a normal actor who just got the role of a country in the Hit Anime Series: Hetalia.
The true Arthur Kirkland was a good cook who could handle his liquor pretty well. He wasn’t cynical or had a bad mouth. He was friendly and charming and he constantly reassured you that he can’t summon people or talk to magical creatures. One of the biggest differences was that he wasn’t even British. His bushy eyebrows was just extra makeup. Actually, his eyebrows were thin and neatly trimmed.
He shared a lot of similarities with his character though. He had that classic British charm and used it when he wanted to get on your good side, pulling on the accent and asking you if you wanted to “share a pint of ale” with him. He was 23, with you being 21 living with him in his pent-house New York City.
In his perfect imitation of a British accent he smiled to you. “Do you like it, love?” He liked to pretend he was British, even if he wasn’t.
You chuckled and replied with a British accent of your own. “Yes England, it’s really good. At least it doesn’t taste like petrified couch stuffing.”
He laughed. “Just be happy it’s better than America’s intake of fast-food industries.”
After dinner, Arthur began cleaning his glasses. Black frames which fit him perfectly, you were surprised when you saw him in them. Apparently he’s near-sighted and wore contacts when he was acting. He took out a video game and chooses one he thought right as you cleaned up the kitchen. Today seemed like a Soul Caliber VI day as he placed the game in his XBOX and placed a headset over his head. You looked over at Arthur who was fiddling with his games. He was a bit of a mellow adult with a child-like personality. He loved fantasy and generally a social person. It was hard to believe he played a character that was so isolated and moody.
“Arthur, are you playing with flying mint bunny”, you chuckled.
“No”, he laughed. “I’m about to play Soul Caliber with Francis. Did you want to play?”
Even more, the phony Englishman was good friends with Francis. Even though you had been his girlfriend for about 2 years, it still surprised you to find how different he was then what he had seemed. He was more of the punk England you saw on Tumbler.
“Sure, but I’m cleaning the kitchen right now.”
He stopped setting up everything and paused. “Oh, I’m so
sorry, love”, he apologized. “I’ll help you.”
He walked into the kitchen and gave you a hot kiss to the
neck. “Maybe you can forgive a former pirate, lass?”
“Aye, perhaps”, you smirked. Arthur was just so much fun to be with. Every day was something new. You and him spent the next five minutes cleaning up the stuff from dinner and smiled.
“______...?” He spoke out of his British accent.
“Tell me something. Do you like it better when I’m like this…”
“You meaning helping?”
He chuckled at your simple humor. “Nooo. I mean when I’m Britain.”
You looked to him and paused, looking at his bright emerald eyes which was turned into a forest green from his depressed expression. He tried to remain positive but it was easy to tell he was self-cautious.
You came up to him with a smile. “Arthur Kirkland, I love
you even more than Britain itself!”
He looked surprised. “Do you mean it?”
“It would be boring if you were just England. Since he is like my favorite character of course I enjoy you dropping lines in from time to time, but this you”, you put your hands on his chest and massaged his body, leaning in closer with a suggestive smirk, “the real Arthur Kirkland, is much better.” You planted a kiss to his neck, as your fingers tangled in his blonde hair.
“My-My, are we going to start this now, love”, he grinned as he pushed you closer to him, bringing back his English accent.
Doing the same you removed his glasses. “In the name of the queen, we most certainly are.”