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Anon wants to see England being courted by a someone; flowers, dinner, movie, hand kissing etc. Bonus points for France teasing him but approving and a silently fuming and jealous America. How it ends is up to anon, I just want to see Arthur being flirted with.
Parts 1-5: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=13167114#t13167114Arthur stared at a vase full of roses sitting on his living room table. The cup of tea in his hand took him longer to finish that usual and the drink was even starting to cool off a little. His mouth would twitch back and forth between a fond smile and a confused frown ( ... )
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Oh France. Ruining perfectly sweet moments :(
And I agree with your head canon. England has got to love the sap :D
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but he's so oranyan he'd never admit it >->
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Yay for update and lol at Francis. XDDDDDDDDDD
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I really, really want to de-anon and be like LOOK AT THIS HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE. SEE WHAT HE'S DOING WITH THAT PILLOW? THAT IS WHAT I AM DOING IN MY HEAD BECAUSE OF THIS FIC.
Thank you so, so, sososososomuch for writing this. Oh god.
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Even if I'm the author, can I join you in rolling around with the pillow?
You're welcome~ And I feel really flattered, really~ :'D
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England looked at France’s knowing smile with no small bit of trepidation and wariness. Usually, a smile like that amounted to no real good and much meddling in other’s affairs. Arthur should know - he had been a victim one too many times.
“So,” The Frenchman started. “Lovely roses in your living room, Arthur. I wonder where they came from…” Francis knew, of course, where they came from. He took a moment to inspect and read that small card attached before waking the Englishman, after all.
It was interesting to note that one mention of those certain roses brought a small flush to Arthur’s cheeks, and a very faint, flattered smile. “Ah,” He took a quiet sip of his black tea. “They were a gift from someone…”
Francis nodded in understanding. “Oui, of course…” He carefully inspected one of the scones from the tray, trying to determine if it was edible or not. (Francis had long ago found out that ( ... )
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Ah, this story just keeps getting better and better~~! (I might just bust out with the HRE, anyway, if it gets any more adorable. :D) I eagerly await more...
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Much love to Francis too... <3333333333333 Worth every punch there... XDDDDD
Damn, now anon has to get rid of this grin off her face, soon, quickly... *cough*
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And so, almost reverently, Matthew picked up the phone, his fingers hovering over the numbers - knowing the right numbers to press by heart, but unable to do so right now from sheer nervousness.
Hey, at least it wasn’t as bad as it was when Matthew first asked Arthur out (two weeks ago). That took him almost two hours.
Finally gathering up the courage to dial England’s home number, he sat on the nearest chair, fingers drumming against his knee and foot tapping impatiently in an erratic rhythm.
And then, Arthur answered.
“Hello, Arthur Kirkland speaking.”
“Hey, Arthur…! It’s me, ah, Matthew…” The Canadian hoped his voice didn’t sound as nervous as he felt.
“Oh,” Unknown to the younger nation, the sound of Matthew’s voice made Arthur abandon the documents he was reviewing and sit up straight in ( ... )
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The awkward phone conversation was so... Guh~ Bloody freaking cutely awkward. XD
Now anon is able to sleep with a silly grin plastered onto her face. Thank you~
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Arthur shifted in his seat, riding a cab to Matthew’s house at the moment. He was dressed finely for the evening, in a suit and tie, by the Canadian’s request. The taller nation had sent him a message via cellphone saying ‘Dress formally.’ the other day. It kind of made Arthur nervous, not because what Matthew planned may be expensive or special or anything like that, but because the younger man was taking all the trouble to do something possibly special. For him.As bloody girly as it sounded, it kind of made his stomach do cartwheels and his cheeks turn an interesting shade of pink ( ... )
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