Cursed doll!England x Reader - I'll help you-

Chapter 6

  For a short while after that day you were skittish around Arthur. That fact that you may have found the cure to his curse was a hard thing to keep sealed lips about. Arthur, who was naïve but far from stupid, of course noticed your strange behavior and confronted you about it. You had shivers running up your spine and had to tell more lies than a politician, but you managed to blame your behavior on a fake illness and made him believe it.

After a couple weeks things got back to normal...well as normal as normal could be with a cursed doll from the nineteenth century living in your house. You managed to push the fairy tale to the back of your mind and somehow managed to keep it there, even though every once in a while it would creep up and drench you in guilt. That aside, you and Arthur were enjoying the time you spent together.

But you noticed something strange going on with Arthur. He seemed to be more tentative to you. He would constantly be asking you how you were or what was on your mind. Quite frankly he was acting like a loyal dog and following you like a shadow, always checking up on you and making sure you were alright. At first you thought nothing of it. Then you thought he might have been developing feelings for you. Then you thought he might love you too! And then you realized that it was just plain annoying.

One night, around 1:30 in the morning, you decided to finally talk to him about his clingy behavior after he had offered to get you a variety of different drinks.

"Arthur, I'm sorry but what has gotten into you?"

"What do you mean love?"

"I mean this weird behavior. I mean, politeness is one thing, but you're being absolutely clingy! And, to be honest, it's starting to bug me."

His face looked like one you'd see on a kicked puppy. "I-I'm sorry, love. I-I was just trying to be helpful. You're always saying how you would like an extra hand around the house once in a while."

"Arthur, that's not what's bugging me. What I mean is you're being too overbearing about it. You can't honestly be happy running around the house acting like some kind of servant!"

"Well, no but..." he trailed off.

"Arthur, what's wrong? You can tell me. I'm your friend, remember?"

"I-I know love. But that's what a lot of people say to their toys before they grow up."
"What do you mean?" Arthur sat down on the couch next to you.

"_______, it's been nearly six months since you got me from Alfred. These six months have been the best six months I've ever lived. But let's get down to the facts _______; I'm still just a doll. A toy. A plaything under a curse that may never be broken! And the thing about being a toy is...they don't last. As soon as the child gets bored or grows up, the toy is forgotten, abandoned, left behind." Little tears began to drip from his eyes "I don't want that,_______. I don't want to go back to that."

"Arthur" you said rubbing little circles in his back "How could you ever think I would abandon you? Yes, you're a doll but you're a person too!"

"Yes, love, I know. But what exactly have we done since we've known each other?"

"Well, I fixed you up, we've eaten together a bunch of times, I've introduced you to modern culture—"

"Yes, but what have we done outside the walls of your house?"

"Well...nothing, I guess. Nothing you were a human for anyway."

"Exactly. All interaction we've had with each other has been inside your home! But you're not a canary _______; you can't spend your entire life cooped up inside your house, not for me. I got worried that before long you'd get bored with me and get rid of me just like everyone else."

"Arthur" you said in a hushed voice, pulling him into a hug "I would never toss you aside like that. I promise that you have a home here no matter what."

Arthur hesitated a bit, but then returned the hug.

"However" you continued in a lighter tone "If boredom was all you were worried about, you should have said something! I have an idea or two in mind."

He pulled away from you. "What do you mean?"

"Just wait til tomorrow and you'll see!" you said with a big, toothy smile.

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The next night, when the clock struck twelve, you were waiting for Arthur with a few surprises in store. In a sudden flash of light, Arthur was again sitting by the windowsill where you usually kept him when it was daytime. Arthur glanced around a bit before his eyes fell on you and his jaw dropped.

You had dressed yourself in a lovely, (favorite color) knee length dress with matching heels and purse. You did your hair up in lovely curls that fell just past your shoulders and you had put on a light layer of make-up to emphasize your eyes and lips.

"_______, love, you look...s-stunning! I say, you weren't expecting someone else, were you?"
"Thank you, Arthur. Now go to the bathroom and change" you said shoving a long, thin box in his hands "Our reservations are in a half hour!"

"Reservations for what?"

"We're eating out tonight!"