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england//arthur {part 1}

swim lessons {part 1}

i didn't know what to title this lol
this is going to be really quick, since i'm really busy. i've been moving and trying to get my grades up, so life has been pretty hectic. if i promised you a request, i will get to it! but, i wanted to get this one out since it's england's bday.

IK I DIDNT MAKE THIS CLEAR BUT THE COUNTRIES USE THEIR HUMAN NAMES AROUND FRIENDS BC IT'S MORE PERSONAL AND SINCE (Y/N) AND AMERICA ARE FRIENDS I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE APPROPRIATE

ik france seems kinda ooc in one part but i'm a BITCH for fruk LEAVE ME ALONE

it's cannon that england can't swim, so i thought this would be cute.

also 1k views???? wtf???

"c'mon dude! jump in! the water's sick!" america said, using his sometimes incomprehensible vocabulary. "absolutely not!" england answered, flicking his sunglasses to the top of his head. all day the two had been at it, fighting over the elder brother getting in the water or not. "and how could the water be sick? it's not living!" "it's an expression. you're so lame, old man. why won't you get in?" "I feel like if I get any closer to you imbeciles I'll loose brain cells."

he did have a point.

"what brain cells, might I ask?" france piped in. "one more word out of you and I will scratch your eyes out, frog face." the brit sassily held a newspaper to his face.

the entirety of the allied powers had gotten together for one of america's "parties". held under the blaring sun of the coast, most were either sipping on beer canisters or splashing through the pacific waves. england was the exception. he was just fine sitting under a palm tree, reading the daily london newspaper.

"do I really have to come over there and throw you in?" america asked, hands on his hips.

"come any closer and I'll bite your arm off!"

the younger brother took that as a challenge, of course. he rose from the sea water, droplets spinning off his immense stature and through the indents of his muscles.

"hold on! stay back! foul creature! enemy! villain! anti-christ!"

england these up his newspaper, as if to use it as a shield.

"don't be such a pussy!" america insulted, reaching his victim. he threw the older blond over his shoulder and started running back to the water.

"on my life america, if you put me in that ocean I will make sure you don't see tomor-"

splash! the brit was thrown into the water.

obnoxious laughs from every allied country filled the air as they humored england's defeat. they awaited his arrival back to the surface.

nothing.

"holy shit he can't swim." china pointed out.

with a deep inhale, america dove below the waves to retrieve his older brother. he swiftly swam back to shore with a coughing england.

the green-eyes man dramatically fell from america's arms to the sand below.

"oh sweet, holy land I will never leave you." he gasped through coughs.

"are you alright?!" france asked, kneeling to england. "get away from
me, I'm fine."

america placed his index and thumb under his chin, "so you seriously can't swim, dude?"

"yeah! so what dickhead?!"

once again, the surrounding area erupted with laughter. england's face erupted with an embarrassing red hue. he sat cross legged in the sand, arms crossed and head facing the earth to his left.

america wiped a single tear from his eye, never did he think he would see a former pirate admit to being unable to swim.

"but you always talk about your pirate days bro!"
"a lot of pirates couldn't swim back in my day!"

laughter exploded once more as england stood defensively.

another day of taunting was ensued from the remaining allies. and unfortunately, because england's vehicle had broken down the other day, he had a ride home of taunting as well.

"bro! I still can't believe you can't swim!" america chuckled as he opened his car door. "and I still can't believe you don't have diabetes." england replied sassily, happy with his comeback. "okay now that's just rude."

they enter the car, and america revs up the engine.

"you know, big bro.."
"what? you git."

the blue eyed country began to drive away from the beach.

"I know someone who can teach you to swim."
"I don't need anyone to teach me! I'm not a child!"
"I'll take that as a 'set up an appointment for me, oh cool and awesome america!'"
"god you're such an imbecile!"

and so, the imbecile set up a lesson for his elder brother.

an anxiety-filled week went by before the dreaded first day of england's first swim lesson.

england's thick brow hairs slanted inwards out of frustration. however, if he didn't go, america would surely convince every country to exploit his lack of talent in the water genre.

a sigh escaped his pale lips.

"this is so stupid."

he reluctantly walked into the indoor gym, sweatshirt over his swim shorts. no one was inside.

if that dickhead gave me the wrong address, I'm ringing his neck...

"hello?! is anyone here?!" he called, instantly regretting it.

a few seconds passed, until a towel wrapped girl with wild hair ran out from one of the side doors.

"oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! I completely forgot there was a lesson right now! I usually don't have appointments this late. I promise I'll be out in just a minute!" she apologized, quickly running back to whence she came.

"uh... alright?" england murmured.

not long after, the same girl came back out. this time with a bright red swimsuit and a tight ponytail atop her head.

"so sorry about that!" she apologized once more, making her way to england.

once she arrived in front of him, she held out her hand. "I'm (y/n), are you arthur's father?"

oh god, america.

"I... I'm arthur."

at that moment, (y/n)'s eyes fell to his british-flag-themed swim shorts, and her face went red. "oh geez! I'm so sorry sir! it's just that all of my clients are children, I just assumed the same for you." she panicked. "it's fine, my brother isn't always the most descriptive." england smiled, trying to be as gentlemanly as possible; it was part of his culture, after all.

"well! lets get in the pool then, arthur. we'll have you swimming in no time. with muscles like those, you should have no problem." she winked, leading him to the pool.

"you can get in at the shallow end if you like. if you don't mind, I like to dive in every time I get in a pool." she smiled. "it's no issue."

though england was extremely embarrassed, due to the circumstances, he couldn't help but feel at ease with (y/n)'s presence.

he got into the shallow end and stood with ease, being a tall guy. he waited patiently for (y/n) to dive in.

the (h/c) haired girl got onto the diving block and bent over to the starting position. two second pass, and she leaps into the water with perfect form. she stayed underwater for a while, until she surfaced and began her strokes. they were beautiful. smooth with a high elbow catch, breathing technique flawless. england found it jaw dropping, he never thought swimming could look so graceful.

she stopped swimming right in front of the blond, and raised her head with a bright smile.

"so, how about we get started?" she proposed.

"uh... yeah. sure." england replied, too star struck to utter any normal sentence he would have.