"Come on Arthur. You can do this," Arthur muttered to his reflection in the mirror. "All you have to do is tell her you're a country. How hard is that?"
In truth, Arthur was scared out of his mind. He was falling for her. Hard. But he knew he couldn't ask her to be his without laying it all out on the table. What if it scared her away? What if she never wanted to see him again? Arthur's heart broke just thinking of that.
But what if she wasn't scared away? What if she thought him mad? She wouldn't want to be with a crazy person.
He walked out of the bathroom and into the sitting room. Elizabeth was lounging on one of the chairs while reading a book. He leaned against a wall and watched her. They had become the best of friends after they had met by chance some months before. Soon, she was going to university and they wouldn't see each other as often. Arthur had an idea, but he would need to be sure she would want to be with him, and for that she needed the whole truth.
She glanced up at him, closing her book. "Hey Arthur," she grinned.
"Hello," he managed a weak smile, sitting on the arm of the chair she currently occupied. "I have something I need to tell you."
"Alright, shoot," she waved her hand for him to continue.
"I'm not exactly human," he managed to get out. He glanced at her to gage her reaction, but she continued to watch him expectantly. "You see, for every country in the world, there is a human personification of said country. These personifications aren't like normal people. They don't age the same and they can never die under normal circumstances. They can only die from war or simply fading away. What I'm trying to tell you is that I'm one of those personifications. I personify England."
He looked at her warily, waiting for her to call him mad, or scream at him to go away.
"About time," she muttered, turning back to her book.
"I-I beg your pardon?" Arthur stuttered.
"I figured that out ages ago," she replied. "It wasn't that hard." He stared at her blankly and she sighed. Rolling up her sleeve, she revealed two bracelets. One showed pictures of Flying Mint Bunny. The other had a picture of Prussia and said 'I am awesome!'. "I've seen Hetalia," she explained. "It wasn't hard for me to put the pieces together."
Arthur sighed in relief. "So you don't mind?"
"Of course not!" she laughed, punching Arthur lightly in the arm.
"Then I have one more question for you," Arthur grinned. "Would you like to go out with me?"
She pulled Arthur into the chair she was sitting on and adjusted so she was on his lap. "Of course!" she smiled, kissing his cheek.
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Story of my Life (Hetalia One Shots)
FanfictionWhen England decides to take a vacation in California, he doesn't realize just how much his life is about to change. He finds his soul mate in a young American named Elizabeth. After dating for a few years, they finally decide to get married. But wh...