Hetalia One shots (TAKING REQUESTS)

England x Reader: Valentines Day

Alone on this day again, oh well it could be worse. How? Well I could have vandalized my school, stolen a kiss from my crush and hop into a truck and drive away with him........oh wait that did happen, whoopsy.

I stood, in hand a spray paint, Jason Jones standing next me also a spray paint in hand. It was Saturday... Valentines Day, school was closed only a few cars were parked there in the parking lot. I shook my can, a smirk evident on my face.

"You ready dollface?" Jason asked me. I nodded head.

"As ready as ever." I answered back, walking into the school with him.

"You go left, I'll go right." Jason said, I nodded and went down the East Wing while he went down the West Wing. I shook my can again, spraying the words 'Fuck bitches, get money' in big red lettering on the clean white wall. I snickered and went further down the hall, spraying a heart with an arrow going through it with the words 'this heart of fire'.

"Andy you taught me well." I said aloud to myself, I heard footsteps from down the hall...I knew it wasn't Jason because he probably wasn't done yet plus these footsteps were more pristine and snobbish …..I growled lowly knowing who it was. Armthur Fucking Kirkland, school president for two years now. That annoying prick has been on my ass ever since me and my brother transferred here three months ago. I Put the can back into my back pack and his behind a corner, I heard a gasp and mumbling.

"Bloody wankers messing up my hallways." I heard Arthur mumble to himself as he continued to walk down the hallway. I held my breath as he came closer to where I was.

"I knew it was you, you twat!" Arthur yelled at me, I looked at him with annoyed [eye color] eyes.

"Good job Sherlock." I said, rolling my eyes.

" Don't you sass me you delinquent!" Arthur spat at me, I sighed.

"Whatever." I said and pushed him away from me and walked away from him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, I stumbled and fell onto him as we fell to the ground. I put my hands out as I fell on top of him, my face inches from his as a light blush formed on my cheeks. I never noticed but his eyes were beautiful. My dog tags that I always wore slipped out from my shirt and were lying on Arthur's neck. Arthur glared at me, grabbing my dog tags he ripped them off of my neck and pushed me off, throwing the tags out of the window. He smirked at me but it quickly turned into a scared expression as I got up with the harshest glare I could manage as I growled at him.

"You are a dead man Kirkland." I said through gritted teeth as I tackled him to the ground, strangling him. Arthur wheezed and pushed me off.

"What is wrong with you!?! It was just a necklace! I'll by you another one!." Arthur yelled at me. I felt tears come to my eyes.

"It wasn't a necklace! It was the dog tags my father had! He died in battle and all that was left were those dog tags that you threw out the window!" I yelled, running outside to get the tags before anyone else. I kneeled down on the ground, trying desperately to find the tags.

"Where are they!" I yelled to myself, Arthur kneeled down in front of me, helping me.

"I'm....." Arthur trailed off.

"What?" I asked him.

"I'm sorry." Arthur said as he brought up my dog tags, my eyes widened and before I knew what I was doing I kissed him on the lips. Shocked, Arthur kissed back tangling one hand in my hair. I pulled away and grabbed him by his tie, dragging him to my truck and pushing him into the passenger seat. I hopped into the driver side and started the engine, backing away and driving somewhere.

"Where are we goi-" before Arthur could finish I kissed him passionately on the lips as soon as I parked the truck. He kissed back, leaning forward some as I parted my lips and shoved my tongue into his mouth. Arthur moaned and pulled my face closer to his as we maked out.

I laid there with Arthur next to me in the back of my truck, our hands intertwined.

"Happy Valentines Day love." Arthur said.

"Whatever." I said, still not loving the whole lovey dovey thing.

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