Reader x Various One shots

France x Britain

'Ugh, what's with that bright light?' He felt around the bed, looking for something to shield his eyes from the headache inducing sunlight. 'My bloody eyes aren't even open and it's still-,' but instead of finding another pillow on the bed he felt something warm, slightly.. hairy? And... Breathing? Arthur's eyes flew open. Beside him was a shirtless, long haired, blonde man, sleeping peacefully.

'What the fuck!?' Arthur recoiled and sat up, though the pounding in his head made him immediately regret that reaction. With a hand pressed against his forehead he finally began to look around the room he had been sleeping in. 'This isn't even my house!? Where am I?' His stomach was beginning to feel queasy and he wasn't exactly sure if it was because of the hangover, or the fact that he had just woken in up in a strange place in bed next to a strange man.

'I think I'm gonna vomit,' Arthur tried to slide off the bed in hopes of going to find a bathroom but instead, upon moving, he realized he wasn't wearing anything. The sheets, covering him from the waist down, were currently the only things on his body. He looked back to the man sleeping next to him, whom he had previously assumed was only shirtless, and reluctantly lifted up the blanket. Almost as soon as he saw the sight of more flesh he dropped the sheet in a panicked reflex. 'Yep, I'm definitely going to be sick' Arthur pushed his other hand against his mouth. He sat on the bed like that for a few moments, one hand against his head, the other pressed against his mouth, until the feeling of sickness ebbed. 'Okay. Okay, Arthur. Breathe...' he inhaled, 'and think' he exhaled. 'Who is this guy? Obviously not someone you know. You'd recognize hair like that. Did I go out drinking last night? I must have. Why else would I be hungover, naked in some guy I've never met's house?' Okay. I was drunk, went home with someone and.... we both went right to sleep. Yep. Just went to sleep. Completely naked.' He could hear the desperation in his own thoughts at this point. 

However, despite how bad Arthur had thought things were going for him, he was far from prepared from the truth of what happened the previous evening. 

Just as Arthur was beginning to resolve himself to the idea of getting the hell out of dodge before the sleeping man woke up, another man strolled into the room. This new man was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, while he used another one to dry off his damp hair. Arthur nearly choked at the sight of the overly comfortable, naked man. 'Okay! This had better be the last naked man here!' He screams internally. 

"Oh, good, you're up," the guy spoke calmly while walking over to the closet at the side of the room. Once he opened the closet doors he let the towel around his waist fall to the floor. "Agh!" Arthur quickly snapped his head towards the other direction, blush rising furiously to his cheeks. "What's the matter dude? You saw me naked literally just last night?" Arthur's body went rigid 'bloody, fucking hell... There's no way...' After letting silence hang in the air for a few minutes the stranger laughed, "Oh my god! You don't fucking remember, do you?" Arthur heard the sound of him shuffling around, probably pulling on a pair of pants while he continued to chuckle. "Oh man," he sighed as he finished having a good laugh, "you know, it's no wonder, considering how drunk you were. Hey Arty, I've got pants on now. You don't have to keep staring out the window like I'm not here." The guy hadn't meant anything by using Arthur's name. In fact, he figured that, considering the events of last night, it was more than acceptable that he use it. But despite this, and the fact that Arthur was beginning to believe the same thing, he still felt extremely uncomfortable hearing this shirtless stranger say it while he was lying in bed naked. "Alright, look, as much as I don't wanna be this kinda guy, I'm gonna have to ask you and Franci-pants to get going. I've got work today and I really don't feel comfortable letting two hook ups from the bar stay in my house alone." 'Hook ups from the bar? Oh my god. Oh my god!' Arthur was mortified. "I mean, no offense man, but you'd probably feel the same way if you were me. Am I right?" He didn't wait for answer. Instead he walked over to the man who had still been sleeping and shook him until he woke up. "Hey, Francis. Come on man, you and Arthur need to go. I have work." Francis groaned and rolled onto his stomach, pushing the pillow up closer to his face.