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England, or Arthur Kirkland. You love him so much, and when you two officially started dating, you were so happy. You two had been dating for three months before he kissed you, now after another six months… he still hasn’t done anything more than kiss. In fact, you two hardly even snuggle! And not once has he told you he loved you, even though you have told him plenty of times.
It hurt, it really did. You knew he wasn’t affectionate. You didn’t expect make-out sessions or anything, but still. After dating for so long, you did expect something more.
Thus, it became your challenge to see if Arthur really did still love you, you wanted him to say it.
But if he didn’t, you knew your heart would shatter.

You invited Arthur over for dinner and a movie. In fact, you got a very cheesy-I-Just-met-you-but-i-love-you-anyway movies. You were getting everything set up, romantic candles, a nice dinner, and the movie was ready to be played. You smiled, nodding happily at your work, and that’s when the doorbell rung. Yay!
You ran to the door, flinging it open smiling happily at your beautiful bushy-browed boyfriend.
“England! Come on! The movies ready!” You exclaimed, stepping aside for him.
England came in, looking around at your decorations, “Well Love, you really did out do yourself. It looks wonderful.”
You blushed and smiled, hugging him from behind. You felt him tense, but ignored it and imagined him hugging you back, “I’m glad you like it.” You stepped back, plopping down on your couch, “Come on, we need to start the movie.”

During the movie, you made several attempts to snuggle. First, you leaned against his shoulder. He tensed, but soon relaxed, yet he made no attempt to snuggle back. It was awkward really, and uncomfortable. So you gave up and just sat upright. Your next attempt was during a romantic seen. You ‘awed’ and leaned into his chest. He went stiff as a board. Again, extremely awkward, but you refused to back down this time. You stayed there, until he began to fidget. Honestly though, he has as bad as a personal space problem as Japan! But your last attempt was even worse, you pretended to fall asleep, falling onto his lap. He looked down at you, moved some hair from your face. You thought he was about to kiss you, and you got excited. Your heart began to beat quicker, and you were anticipating his lips falling onto your ckeek-
“What are you doing love?”
Nope, he caught you. “Um…cuddling?”
He sighed, “You know I am not a fan of touching and such behaviors.”
He sat upright, pausing the rather boring movie. You stared into England’s big green eyes, then you looked away, “Look, we’ve been dating for what? Nine months? And you have hardly even held my hand! We don’t kiss, we don’t snuggle… I’m beginning to wonder- are we really dating?”
“Of course we are-“
“Really? Than prove it. Kiss me. Tell me you love me. Do something!” By now you were near hysteria. You wanted him to kiss you. You wanted him to love you. You had to know.
You stared at England, waiting. You waited for him to lean over and kiss you. You waited for him to scold you for being so stupid and thinking he didn’t love you.
You waited.
“I’m sorry you feel that way… I-I should go.” He got off the couch and walked over to the door. By now, tears were streaming down your face. How-how could he!?
“England,” He paused, halfway out the door, “If you leave this house… we’re through. Don’t ever come back.”
He hesitated, before closing the door, and you could just barely hear the ‘I’m sorry.’
You broke down sobbing, you were angry, sad, you just really wanted to stick a knife through that mans head. He never loved you. How could you not have seen it?
You screamed, flipping over the table in front of you, glass crashing to the ground. That’s when you saw it, the present England got for you when you just started dating. It was a charm bracelet. It had memories of everything you did together.
You hated it.
You ran over and took it before chasing England down the street. You caught up to him, “England!”
He turned, hope in his eyes… before the bracelet made impact on his forehead. Tears were still streaming down your eyes, “You forgot your stupid bracelet.”
You turned, walking back to your house. England looked devastated. Good.

“Mon ami, please open the door?”
“Go away.”
“Please?”
“France, get out of my house.”
“…Do you wanna build a snowman?”
“OH MY GOD. DON’T YOU DARE EVEN START THAT,” You flung open the door, revealing France.
He looked down at your form, the shirt you’ve been wearing for the past week, stained with tears and food. The disshelved hair, bad breathe. You looked awful.
“Uh… (Y/N). Have you looked in the mirror?”
“No.”
“You should. I mean, sure, the black sheep of Europe broke your heart- but that still gives you know right to deny basic hygiene.”
“Did you come here to scold me? Or something else?”
France smiled, remembering why he came to your house, “Ah, yes Mon ami. I came to take you out! You need to get over England! I planned dinner, and a walk in the park. No, don’t even try refusing me. You are coming. But first, please bathe.”
You looked at him, an eyebrow raised. You were ready to slam the door in his face. But, looking down at yourself, you realized maybe it would be a good idea to go out.

You actually didn’t expect to be having this much fun, but you were. France took you out for a nice dinner, nothing was ever awkward. He would sit with an arm slung around your shoulder, then he tried to kiss you- which ended up with him getting slapped- but you laughed about it later. He made you feel so special, he didn’t even try to get you drunk! Which he usually did whenever you two went out. Now both of you were walking through a park, his arm wrapped around your waste as he talked about you visiting his home.
Though you tried to pay attention, your mind wandered off to a certain blonde country. Why couldn’t England be like this? You felt France ha given you more attention this one night than England had for your whole nine years of dating.
Now, you wouldn’t want to date France, he was too much of a brother to you, but still.”
“(Y/N)?”
You snapped out of your thought, looking across the park to see a certain green-eyed man. You looked away.
He stormed up to you and France, “(Y/N), why are you out alone with him? And why is his arm around you?”
You glared up at England, “Why does it matter to you, we aren’t dating anymore.”
“Oui (yes), you two aren’t dating. So will you get out of our way, black sheep?”
“No, and don’t call me that!” England, growled, then suddenly reached forward grabbing your arm and ripping you away from France.
“Hey! Let me go!”
It was too late, England was walking away from the park, you being dragged with him, “This is kidnapping!”
He spun, glaring down at you and never releasing his grip, “What were you doing with him?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Because he’s France!”
“And France has been a much better boyfriend in this one night then you ever were! So let me go and get back to him.”
Emotions flashed across Englands face, anger, hurt, jealousy, and then it went emotionless, “Really?”
You wanted to stop, but you couldn’t, “Yes! He made me feel special, like I was the only girl in the world! He talked to me, held my hand. It was never awkward!” By now tears were streaming down your cheeks once again, your voice lowering to a whisper, “I don’t even need all that though. He just made me feel loved… why couldn’t you love me England?”
“I-I…”
You choked down a sob, “I know. You don’t love me, so please let me continue on with my life.”
You heard another sob, but it wasn’t from you. You turned around shocked, looking at him, “No. I do. I do love you. B-but, I don’t know how to say it, and I though you… I didn’t know what to think. I was stupid and scared when I walked out on you. I was scared of what you were doing to me, and America was teasing me for being with you, and… and I didn’t know what to do. I just didn’t want to feel what I was because I didn’t know what it was. But after I left, I couldn’t stop crying. I’m so sorry.”
You walked up to your idiot of a man, wrapping your arms around him and letting him cry into your shoulder, “Sh, England… I love you too.”
He wrapped his arms back around your waist, looking into your (e/c) eyes. “I love you so much (y/n).” Then his lips were on yours.
You pulled away when you felt something cold wrap around your wrist, it was the bracelet, “You still have this?”
He nodded, “It never left my being. Parting with it was like parting with you, I just couldn’t.”
You giggled, “I think you’ve been watching too many cheesy romance movies.”
“No, Love. I’ve been reading too many cheesy romance books.”

~~~~Extended ending~~~~
France and America watched as (y/n) and England kissed.
“Told you they still loved each other.”
“Yeah dude, whatever. I’m just glad England won’t be coming over to my house crying anymore.”
France smiled, walking away, “Now you know how I felt when after the war you had with him.”
“H-hey! Don’t say stuff like that! Now I feel all guilty!”

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England, or Arthur Kirkland. You love him so much, and when you two officially started dating, you were so happy. You two had been dating for three months before he kissed you, now after another six months… he still hasn’t done anything more than kiss. In fact, you two hardly even snuggle! And not once has he told you he loved you, even though you have told him plenty of times.
It hurt, it really did. You knew he wasn’t affectionate. You didn’t expect make-out sessions or anything, but still. After dating for so long, you did expect something more.
Thus, it became your challenge to see if Arthur really did still love you, you wanted him to say it.
But if he didn’t, you knew your heart would shatter.

You invited Arthur over for dinner and a movie. In fact, you got a very cheesy-I-Just-met-you-but-i-love-you-anyway movies. You were getting everything set up, romantic candles, a nice dinner, and the movie was ready to be played. You smiled, nodding happily at your work, and that’s when the doorbell rung. Yay!
You ran to the door, flinging it open smiling happily at your beautiful bushy-browed boyfriend.
“England! Come on! The movies ready!” You exclaimed, stepping aside for him.
England came in, looking around at your decorations, “Well Love, you really did out do yourself. It looks wonderful.”
You blushed and smiled, hugging him from behind. You felt him tense, but ignored it and imagined him hugging you back, “I’m glad you like it.” You stepped back, plopping down on your couch, “Come on, we need to start the movie.”

During the movie, you made several attempts to snuggle. First, you leaned against his shoulder. He tensed, but soon relaxed, yet he made no attempt to snuggle back. It was awkward really, and uncomfortable. So you gave up and just sat upright. Your next attempt was during a romantic seen. You ‘awed’ and leaned into his chest. He went stiff as a board. Again, extremely awkward, but you refused to back down this time. You stayed there, until he began to fidget. Honestly though, he has as bad as a personal space problem as Japan! But your last attempt was even worse, you pretended to fall asleep, falling onto his lap. He looked down at you, moved some hair from your face. You thought he was about to kiss you, and you got excited. Your heart began to beat quicker, and you were anticipating his lips falling onto your ckeek-
“What are you doing love?”
Nope, he caught you. “Um…cuddling?”
He sighed, “You know I am not a fan of touching and such behaviors.”
He sat upright, pausing the rather boring movie. You stared into England’s big green eyes, then you looked away, “Look, we’ve been dating for what? Nine months? And you have hardly even held my hand! We don’t kiss, we don’t snuggle… I’m beginning to wonder- are we really dating?”
“Of course we are-“
“Really? Than prove it. Kiss me. Tell me you love me. Do something!” By now you were near hysteria. You wanted him to kiss you. You wanted him to love you. You had to know.
You stared at England, waiting. You waited for him to lean over and kiss you. You waited for him to scold you for being so stupid and thinking he didn’t love you.
You waited.
“I’m sorry you feel that way… I-I should go.” He got off the couch and walked over to the door. By now, tears were streaming down your face. How-how could he!?
“England,” He paused, halfway out the door, “If you leave this house… we’re through. Don’t ever come back.”
He hesitated, before closing the door, and you could just barely hear the ‘I’m sorry.’
You broke down sobbing, you were angry, sad, you just really wanted to stick a knife through that mans head. He never loved you. How could you not have seen it?
You screamed, flipping over the table in front of you, glass crashing to the ground. That’s when you saw it, the present England got for you when you just started dating. It was a charm bracelet. It had memories of everything you did together.
You hated it.
You ran over and took it before chasing England down the street. You caught up to him, “England!”
He turned, hope in his eyes… before the bracelet made impact on his forehead. Tears were still streaming down your eyes, “You forgot your stupid bracelet.”
You turned, walking back to your house. England looked devastated. Good.

“Mon ami, please open the door?”
“Go away.”
“Please?”
“France, get out of my house.”
“…Do you wanna build a snowman?”
“OH MY GOD. DON’T YOU DARE EVEN START THAT,” You flung open the door, revealing France.
He looked down at your form, the shirt you’ve been wearing for the past week, stained with tears and food. The disshelved hair, bad breathe. You looked awful.
“Uh… (Y/N). Have you looked in the mirror?”
“No.”
“You should. I mean, sure, the black sheep of Europe broke your heart- but that still gives you know right to deny basic hygiene.”
“Did you come here to scold me? Or something else?”
France smiled, remembering why he came to your house, “Ah, yes Mon ami. I came to take you out! You need to get over England! I planned dinner, and a walk in the park. No, don’t even try refusing me. You are coming. But first, please bathe.”
You looked at him, an eyebrow raised. You were ready to slam the door in his face. But, looking down at yourself, you realized maybe it would be a good idea to go out.

You actually didn’t expect to be having this much fun, but you were. France took you out for a nice dinner, nothing was ever awkward. He would sit with an arm slung around your shoulder, then he tried to kiss you- which ended up with him getting slapped- but you laughed about it later. He made you feel so special, he didn’t even try to get you drunk! Which he usually did whenever you two went out. Now both of you were walking through a park, his arm wrapped around your waste as he talked about you visiting his home.
Though you tried to pay attention, your mind wandered off to a certain blonde country. Why couldn’t England be like this? You felt France ha given you more attention this one night than England had for your whole nine years of dating.
Now, you wouldn’t want to date France, he was too much of a brother to you, but still.”
“(Y/N)?”
You snapped out of your thought, looking across the park to see a certain green-eyed man. You looked away.
He stormed up to you and France, “(Y/N), why are you out alone with him? And why is his arm around you?”
You glared up at England, “Why does it matter to you, we aren’t dating anymore.”
“Oui (yes), you two aren’t dating. So will you get out of our way, black sheep?”
“No, and don’t call me that!” England, growled, then suddenly reached forward grabbing your arm and ripping you away from France.
“Hey! Let me go!”
It was too late, England was walking away from the park, you being dragged with him, “This is kidnapping!”
He spun, glaring down at you and never releasing his grip, “What were you doing with him?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Because he’s France!”
“And France has been a much better boyfriend in this one night then you ever were! So let me go and get back to him.”
Emotions flashed across Englands face, anger, hurt, jealousy, and then it went emotionless, “Really?”
You wanted to stop, but you couldn’t, “Yes! He made me feel special, like I was the only girl in the world! He talked to me, held my hand. It was never awkward!” By now tears were streaming down your cheeks once again, your voice lowering to a whisper, “I don’t even need all that though. He just made me feel loved… why couldn’t you love me England?”
“I-I…”
You choked down a sob, “I know. You don’t love me, so please let me continue on with my life.”
You heard another sob, but it wasn’t from you. You turned around shocked, looking at him, “No. I do. I do love you. B-but, I don’t know how to say it, and I though you… I didn’t know what to think. I was stupid and scared when I walked out on you. I was scared of what you were doing to me, and America was teasing me for being with you, and… and I didn’t know what to do. I just didn’t want to feel what I was because I didn’t know what it was. But after I left, I couldn’t stop crying. I’m so sorry.”
You walked up to your idiot of a man, wrapping your arms around him and letting him cry into your shoulder, “Sh, England… I love you too.”
He wrapped his arms back around your waist, looking into your (e/c) eyes. “I love you so much (y/n).” Then his lips were on yours.
You pulled away when you felt something cold wrap around your wrist, it was the bracelet, “You still have this?”
He nodded, “It never left my being. Parting with it was like parting with you, I just couldn’t.”
You giggled, “I think you’ve been watching too many cheesy romance movies.”
“No, Love. I’ve been reading too many cheesy romance books.”

~~~~Extended ending~~~~
France and America watched as (y/n) and England kissed.
“Told you they still loved each other.”
“Yeah dude, whatever. I’m just glad England won’t be coming over to my house crying anymore.”
France smiled, walking away, “Now you know how I felt when after the war you had with him.”
“H-hey! Don’t say stuff like that! Now I feel all guilty!”