Great, now your British boyfriend had used his puppy face, pulling his bushy eyebrow over his eyes. Arthur's face giving a "kicked puppy" expression as he let his bright green eyes get watery. If anyone wondered how America is able to do it as well, then there's your answer!
"OKAY, FINE! JESUS. JUST STOP DOING THAT!" You yelled in defeat, getting up from the plushy chair in the room. It was Christmas Eve, and Alfred decided to throw a Christmas party. It died down to the American hanging mistletoe everywhere and people handing each other presents. He did so because, "IT'S HILARIOUS SEEING EVERYBODY KISS AWKWARDLY, DUDE!" You wondered why you were friends with him sometimes, but you still love him like a brother.
Giving an unusual goofy grin, England pulled you out the door, grabbing your coat along the way. You waved bye to (other favorite nations) as he got the presents and then was pulled out the door. The cold wind blew your (h/c) hair around as it harshly hit your cheeks, causing you to quickly pull on the black and (f/c that is not black) coat. Your good friend, Mathias, got you the same coat he had, expect instead of red (f/c)* [*unless it is red, then he just got you the same one]. "So where to, Mr. Kirkland, sir?" You asked in a mock British accent that always made him blush... Not that you know, you just liked doing the accent.
"A quiet park I found a while ago, before you moved here, it helped me calm down. I forgotten about it since I met you, you always gave me peace that I really didn't need it..." Arthur looked away as he tried to hide the bright red spreading on his cheeks.
You smiled warmly as you intertwined your hand with his and sat down on the bench, "Aw, that's so sweet! It's so pretty..." You gazed the park in wonder, light posts were wrapped in bright white lights, making the snow sparkle around them. White blanketed the ground, but some green poked through where the snow wasn't heavy. Even the bare trees had a nice crimson ribbon bow tied around the trunks, the only other movements were birds flying from tree to tree.
Arthur smiled as he watched you look around, the childish glee present on your face. The light made your (e/c) shine more than usual, your gorgeous (h/c) (h/l) hair fluttered a little in the winter breeze. He felt so lucky and happy to have found such a wonderful person, he still couldn't believe that the frog actually introduced you two...
'Maybe he's not good for nothing,' he thought with a slight smile as you rested your head on his shoulder.
"Hey, Iggy?" "Yes, poppet?" "Remember how we met?" The Brit chuckled, "I was just remembering..."
~~~A couple year ago~~~~~
How funny... Wasn't it at the git's Christmas party last year?
"Merry Christmas, mes amis!~ I 'ave somebody I want to introduce!~" Francis walked in with a happy smile, all eyes turned to him.
Arthur rolled his eyes, "Oh please don't tell me it's someone like YOU!" But his interest was peaked, he was curious whom it was as everyone else.
"OH, IS IT A CHICK? IS SHE HOT?" Alfred ran over, hamburger in hand. A green-eyed Englishman hit him over the head, saying he was ungentlemanly, but looked at Francis with a raised
A (h/c) haired woman walked in, (e/c) eyes darted around in nervousness before she hid behind the long haired blond. Francis gave a chuckle, grabbing her shoulders and holding her in place in front of him. The woman gave a small smile at Arthur and looking down again, playing with her (f/c) coat.
"Everyone, zhis is (Name)! She's a good friend of mine, she just moved 'ere to New York and she's a bit shy," he earned a small punch in the arm, "Careful with zhe suit! Anyways, zhat is all." As soon as he finished the sentence, people flocked the poor girl. Arthur just stay in place and stared, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. She didn't seem very obnoxiously loud nor too quiet as she was talking politely back to everyone; he wondered if she liked reading or cooking.
"Ah~ seems a certain someone 'as a little crush!~" A voice purred as an arm wrapped around Arthur's shoulders. A fierce blush took over his face at those words and he shoved the arm off. "DO NOT, FROG! AND DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Francis gave a sigh, "Mon ami, I can 'elp you with 'er! I've known (Name) for years, and she is perfect for you. I thought I could 'ook you both up since she's been single for so long like someone~" Arthur grumbled, but knew he was right, and he wanted to get to know the angel who walked in.
"(NAME)! GET OVER 'ERE! Zhis is Arthur Kirkland. Arthur, (Name) (Last Name). Now, get together while I go mingle~" with that he left the two people behind to talk to a group of women... "Yeah, thanks, Francy pants. Anyways, hello! Sorry if he bothered you with forcing you to meet me," she gave a nervous laugh and smile at him, she thought he was very handsome and hoped to not look like an idiot.
"O-oh no trouble at all! Um, do you like to read or cook?" "Oh yes! I love both! What about you?" "I love both too! Have you read the books by (favorite author)." "Love those! Did you read the second one...." Unknown to the pair, a certain French matchmaker was smiling happily.
"And we talked all night long about family, food, and books! Then you asked me out and the rest is history," You laughed, smiling at your boyfriend. Giving a smile, he shyly offered you a small present. The wrapping paper was a soft green, red hearts were everywhere along with a nice red bow; it was about as large as your hand. Giggling at the bright blush he still had, you carefully unwrapped the gift and.... It was a necklace! A heart with the Union Jack flag, on the back was engraved, "To my wonderful (Name), From Arthur."
"Because you are mine," he said smiling as you hugged him. "Thank you! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!"
"You're very welcome, love," The Brit laughed as he clasped the necklace around your neck. With a large grin, you gave him yours; it was slightly bigger and was concealed with a Union Jack patterned wrapping paper. With a curious expression, he ripped it opened to reveal a white tea cup in a clear plastic box. On the front and back were pictures of you two smiling and hugging. Arthur's mouth formed an O as he carefully took the cup out and observed it.
"It's amazing, (Nickname)! I will use it all the time," He exclaimed, putting it back and capturing your lips in a kiss. After you parted, he stood up and offered his hand, "Guess it's time to head home?" You took it and jumped up, walking close to the blond, holding hands. "Let's go to my house and watch a movie! You can stay over!"
"Sounds like a plan! I love you, (Name). Merry Christmas." "I love you too, Arthur. Merry Christmas!"