HetaliaxReader One Shots

Lost and Found- England x Reader

(*Reader's Point of View*) 

    I start the day as I would normally, get out of bed, get ready and set out for work. This had been my routine for quite a while now. But every time I would go something always would bother me. Well it shouldn't matter, I mean it is completely bizarre. I grabbed all my things for work and I set out. 

    I been walking for about ten minutes, hoping it was there. If it was it would be there after passing Big Ben, sitting at the bench with its book, like always. I approach the tower and take a brief look at it. It would always give me a mix of emotions, I would be eager, but then I would feel not as concerning. I would be really happy then suddenly depressed. This one thing carries so much memories, and sometimes I can't handle it. Maybe I should just sit down for a minute, I am always early and I could still be on time. I drop my bag to the left of me and sit down on the familiar bench. I look by my right hand to see the same smiley face I carved on the bench two years ago. I frown at this, why is he never around anymore, he is the reason why I smiled in the first place, why I got so eager to come here and why I am sad these days. I can remember everything he ever said to me, he might have been the only one who gives me the time to listen and give his opinion about my problems. The thing that really stuck out is that he would never ask for something in return. I would sit with him for an hour and when I would finish he would just leave like that. He also never told me where he was going, in fact I didn't know much about him. His name was Arthur and that is what I know. I still remember the first time I sat with Arthur. I can just close my eyes and imagine it.

    After dragging my my three bags around the city I made it official, I am lost. I haven't been down here before. I feel my legs starting to give in and I look around to see if there was a place to sit. I feel a rush of happiness when I see a park bench. It was just pass the Big Ben, maybe I could get a closer look. I drag my bags and place them under the bench and rub the sweat of my face. 

    "It seems you have came a long way" I look to my right to see a man in his twenties. He had a newspaper in his hand, shining green eyes that pop out of his reading glasses, shiny blonde hair and very large eyebrows, ever heard of tweezers?

   "Yes, I came here from Winchester. I am quite lost, I have a new flat up here, by any chance do you know where Duke Street is located?" I said, he looks like a normal guy, not somebody on a vacation, he probably lives here. He puts his newspaper down. 

   "Well you would first go to the end of the block, take the left and then take another left and there you are, Duke Street." He says while pointing to each direction. I nod.

   "Oh thank you sir." I say 

   "Oh please no sir, you can call me Arthur." He says getting back to his newspaper. "I am usually here in my free time if you ever need anymore help." Well somebody being way too friendly. Whatever most people here aren't that friendly to me in the first place.

   "Okay Arthur, until we meet again." I wave at him and start going the way he told me. Even at this distance I could feel his smile, I turned back a minute to see his nose in his newspaper and a smile sketched across his lips. 

   I smile about this memory, I loved how I just meet him and he was really nice to me, a lot people really don't do that often anymore. That was the day I moved to London to find work. I also turned to him when I was normally in a situation after this, I didn't know many and he seemed like he wanted to help.

   I carry the wanted ads as I walk down the sidewalk. I have been here for a week and three days and I haven't earned a cent, I need to somehow pay rent, it costed a lot to get here in the first place. I continue to walk down the sidewalk until I bump into someone.