Experiences Up Above: (EnglandXReader) Lemon

Chapter One: Introduction

~ ~ Your P.O.V ~ ~ 

I fidgeted in my bed trying to find a comfortable spot. Man I just wanna sleep in like a normal teenage girl! Sunlight creeped into the gaps between the glass and the curtains and heat filled my room. I hated it, not being able to sleep in during the weekends. It was only Saturday the time was approximately 9:45 in the morning. The sounds of crickets chirping and birds singing irritated me. Gosh, I just wish Arthur was here with me to hold me in his arms and tell me to go back to sleep. after making love in the morning.. Naturally..</strike>. I sat up and slumped back into the bed frame, feeling dirty and perverted.

‘The hell is wrong with me? England’s just a friend. I’m sure he wouldn’t think of me that way... Or would he?’ A feeling of desperation overcame me for some strange reason. Desperation to make THE Arthur Kirkland, mine and mine only. That was when my phone rang. It vibrated on my study desk, making funny noises as if it were woodpecker, drilling against the trees. I stood up lazily before hastily grabbing the phone. I didn't hesitate to answer. 

“Good morning, Arthur.” 

~ ~ Author’s P.O.V ~ ~   

“Good morning, Arthur.” You answered the call with the best cutest tone of voice you had. Arthur sighed over the phone. “[N-name], don’t you remember what we had on The London Eye, We were suppose to go there today” You let out a groan of  annoyance. How could you forget the date!? . “Oh, sorry, England. I’ll be done in a few. Sorry to keep you!” 

You hanged up before he could reply. You ran frantically across the room to take a quick,warm shower in your bathroom. You brushed your teeth and changed into fresh, not so skimpy clothes that your father would hardly approve of. You ran down the stairs, grabbing your favourite handbag that hanged lifelessly on the coat rack as you zoomed past your family who were happily indulging on their breakfast-- [favourite food], your favourite. You were tempted to eat it but pictured the poor impatient face of the British man,Arthur Kirkland. You knew that he must’ve been hungry and so, being the kind person that you are, you happily grabbed some food and put in a small container to share with him on the journey towards wherever he'll be taking you. It didn't take too long before you bid your farewells to your darling family, as you ran off outside with a big grin plastered across your face whilst your [coloured] hair trailed behind.

To no surprise, it didn’t take that long to find Arthur's cheap car... or rather, a black, shiny limousine. You finally spotted the long and dark vehicle that classical music was obnoxiously sprouting from. It was quite very loud but you didn't really care, you were used to it, thanks to a certain American Alfred.. You waved at the vehicle hoping that either his driver or Arthur could spot you.“Hey, I’m over here!” You signalled him as you ran towards his car. The driver took note of you straight away, got out of the car and opened the door politely for you with a smile. You returned it before you looked over to the blonde man, who was eying on what you were wearing. 

Arthur let out an obvious-shocked looking expression, looking at your skimpy outfit. You smirked. "Like what you see, Arthur?" You grinned, cheekily. He cleared his throat before answering. "How crude of you to think so... and no, I don't like it, I mean what type of girl would wear something that her father would highly disapprove of." 

"Well.. I guess I'm just a different type of girl, Kirkland~" 

You gave him a flirty wink which seemed to have made him blush. The car jolted and soon realised that you didn’t have your seatbelt on. You pulled it down, harshly so that your safety was assured. "Hey, love, make sure you don't wreck my ride." He teased. You groaned at him as your [coloured] eyes met his green emeralds. His blonde bangs dropped down messily making you chuckle. He looked so cute when he was messy..

A few minutes into your journey, you heard a loud grumble coming from the core of the Brit's stomach, this made you giggle. He was indeed starving. You pulled out the container filled with the food you packed with earlier. It was still fresh and warm, making it worthy enough to eat now. "Hey, England. Let's eat!" You stated, holding up the container near his face. “ Really, [Name] if you asked me, that was unnecessary to pack food for us, we could have just gone to a restaurant or something if you were hungry- or let me cook at least.” A huff silently escaped from your lips, "as if i'd let you cook for me, Arthur." You died a little on the inside as you slowly packed it away, only to find a pair of arms grasping your own to stop you from doing so. 

“...But, I’ll eat it anyway.. That is, if you feed me of course~” A soft rosy blush painted your cheeks.  Was he serious? You thought about it, but you didn't hesitate to feed him, but you still felt a little embarrassed about the whole thing. You made sure that you hadn’t made a single eye-contact with him or else your confidence would have drifted apart. An evil grin forced it's way upon your face as you looked at the boy. 

"Say 'ahh' little boy~" You teased.

- - -

Arthur was completely full by the time that you started to feed yourself. He grab hold of your hair making you squirm in a cute motion. He laughed at you before he pulled your hair and pressed it across his face. You playfully smacked him, using it as a warning to not touch your precious hair. He smirked.

      "Look who's the baby now, [Name].."