This is a oneshot for @senpai_notice
I hope you enjoy it.
You were sitting on the couch next to your lover Arthur, the personification of England. You were sitting quietly reading a book while he was watching the football game (soccer fyi). The game was England vs. Russia, Euro2016. Of course he was yelling at the TV hoping that the player heard him but it came on deaf ears. You could focus on your favorite book which was really annoying.
" You bloody git you could have made a shot! NO, NOT THAT WAY! Are you blind!"
"They can't hear you Arthur."
"Well they should."
The hot tempered Englishman threw himself into the couch next to you, making you jump upwards.
You sighed in defeat. The ball was approaching the goal. The Englishman got up with his fist in the air cheering on the player. When they would miss he would walk in circle running his fingers in his messy hair. Sometimes you would see his Hooligan side come out, but you made sure that he didn't leave the house and get into fights.
"If the bloody game wasn't in France I would have gone and cheered them on in person. But NOOOOOO it had to be France. Tsk."
"I understand that you don't like him, but Francis is a nice guy I don't think he would mind."
"It's not about being a burden I'm worried about it's his ranting saying that his team is better than mine."
"You're imagining it. Francia is a nice guy. You should try to get along."
"We've been at war since the dawn of time. You can't expect me to be friends with him now."
"You are ao childish."
"That's not true!" he said shocked and pretending to be emotionally hurt. Just then the English scored a point. Bushy-brows was super excited now. He was screaming and dancing all around the room. Now I know why Alfred is always like that when he watches American football. Sadly his joy was short lived when the Russian team managed to score a point as well. Arthur started to cry... you didn't know what to do. You approached him carefully and gave a small pat on the head while saying "It's going to be alright."
But the game wasn't over, that meant more yelling. England's spirits went up and he started to cheer once more. You couldn't take it anymore you got up and headed to the kitchen to brew a nice fresh pot of tea. Something to sooth your nerves. Once the game ended, you didn't hear your lover squeal out of joy so you assumed that Russia won the game with a draw. He came in the kitchen depressed like a child that lost his favorite toy. You opened your arms lovingly to give him a huge hug.
"There there its just a game don't have to be sad."
"But but we lost to that Russian freak."
"I know, lets go to the couch and drink a bit of tea and read a good book. Alright?"
"Yes, love." as he cuddled next to you giving a sweet kiss on your cheek.
