Hetalia x Male Reader - One Shot Book

England x male reader

A/n I guess that this is a very common au but for the first time writing I guess it will have to do. Also IMPORTANT info reader is human in this just fyi not a country.

Code: m/n= your/male name, c/n= country name, l/n= last name, h/c= hair colour, e/c= eye colour, f/c = Favoriten colour, s/t= skin tone/colour (?) (I.e pale, dark, tanned(I really don't know)) and that's it.

Let's start

No one's pov

The male sat in the corner of the coffee shop, a white mug with pale blue patterns decorating it lay almost empty in front of him. He had a pen in his hand, the dark red ink had stained his skin before and he was ready to use the pen to stain his skin once again, the ballpoint lay loosely in-between his thumb and forefinger before he gripped it tight and placed the tip to the start of his arm. The words "sketching" could come to mind as he drew out designs of a tattoo, the drawing looked like a tattoo, the man, m/n, had just finished university, he had a degree in Fine Arts, having passed and gotten an MFA or Master of Fine Arts degree, the highest you could get in the field he expected that he would make it somewhere good in the near future.

The rain outside bashed against the window as the sky darkened, the streets bare of life and roads lacking their common commotion. It was really a cold night. It was booked wonder the streets were bare, he was in the outer parts of the English town, not many people lived there, those who did were friendly to everyone, it was a tight community, as in the community knew just about all the gossip and news the community kept you on your feet and were there when you fell, the community was like a second family.

As the man- I should say boy as m/n wasn't really a man just yet, he was still acting like a 13 year old who was shit at flirting and talking to anyone in general- started drawing he felt a slight pain in his arm where he had recently draw his pattern out. He looked at the spot on his arm in a questioning manner, confused about the sudden burst of pain there, though it left soon after it came.

The boy had drawn out a design by now and had started on shading it and colouring it, it turned out to be a drawing of a wolf, it was red with different shades of lighter and darker ink to make it look realistic splashed in there. As he finished his work he admired his arm looking all round proud of himself. He stood up placed a tip in the jar and left, he started to walk to his home back to the peace of his lonely apartment, as he got home he took a shower and quickly went to bed after watching half a season of supernatural, a show that only aired on E4 about two weeks later than America, since the English didn't get American channels they had to wait for big English channels like Channel 5 or E4 to air them. As m/n went to his single bedroom in his apartment he quickly changed into his pajamas and went to bed, the red ink on his arm still stained in the same pattern.

-at the world meeting-

It was nearing the end of the meeting when everyone was tired of the constant screaming and shouting. England sighed feeling an itch on his left arm, he looking down quizzically at the arm before watching in amazement as an intricate pattern, a wolf, started to show up on his arm it was small and red in colour though the drawing looked realistic like a great artist has draw it. As the image was draw out Arthur became overly confused, he had heard of this sort of thing, "soulmates" that's the word.

Alfred looked over to the silenced Englishman in question but found that he was staring astonished at his arm. As Alfred walked over to the other male he found him gazing at his arm a wolf, though small in size lay against his skin the red colour brighter now.

"Yo, dude, what's with your arm?!"

Arthur flinched in fear at the loud voice of the American, being startled he quickly turned to look at him.

"Sigh, I don't know Alfred."

"Oh, it looks like one of those soulmates thing you know all that crap."

"I guess it does look like that soulmate stuff,"

After their small talk they turned their attention back to Arthur's arm, the pattern was finished and stood out against Arthurs skin.

-a few weeks later-

After the first time the apparent soulmate thing happened Arthurs skin had turned into a canvas it seemed, drawing after drawing scared his skin, words written in a rush compacted onto the back or palm of his hand. Arthur would sometimes sit for minutes at a time watching the drawing play out like a TV show he had been dieing to watch.

It was one cold evening in September, the 29th, that Arthur noticed words starting to be formed on his hand. It was the address of a coffee shop along with a shopping list, the coffee shop wasn't too far from where Arthur was at that moment so he made his way there, as he neared the shop window he saw a young male sitting in the corner, pen in hand. Arthur felt a familiar itch in his arm as the boy started to draw a pattern out on his arm again.

Arthur took out a black ballpoint pen he had in his pocket before engraving the words "Found You" on his arm. As Arthur walked inside he saw the male look slightly shocked before looking up as he heard footsteps near his table. He saw Arthur with a pen in his hand standing in front of him, smirking.

"Found you."

-3 months later-

It was Christmas, all the decorations were up in the males apartment, the decorations consisted of a small pink sparkling tree, that went up to about his knee decorated in black baulballs, Christmas lights and tinsel. Not too much not too little, just enough, m/n had also made a cake it was cinnamon with lemon, surprisingly it tasted good- I mean it was edible. The recently ex-college student had little resources as he was on a budget, having a small part-time job at the corner store down the road.

After the run in with Arthur, both males found out they were soulmates, from then on they agreed to stay friends but after a week they fell in love even though they weren't really near each other throughout that week, they got together the second week after meeting and had been together since. Arthur made m/n promise to not draw on his skin while Arthur was away or at world meetings, this command seemed to fall on deaf ears as, just for "fun", m/n would draw things on his arm of hand to annoy Arthur further and so that he would eventually have to hide both his arms and hands in his sleeves of under the table.

Arms wrapped around m/n's waist as a chin rested against his shoulder.

"Morning, love,"

"Morning Arthur,"

"Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too."

-end-

Okee so for my first one shot how do you guys think it went, please comment what I should improve or add to future storys and please request and tell me if I got some things wrong:p .
Also all credit to creators for the photo at the top, the Tumblr post, I didn't make it( obviously) so credit to creators. 😁