EnglandXReader Im Left Alone Chap. 5

You all, ROCK.
And I would like to say a belated happy birthday to my partner-in-not-literal-crime, Usa-chan, who helps me edit. Though the kind soul says that they are all good without editing, so nice! I don’t believe that my writing is anything good, though ^^”


EDIT: his birthday was on July 8th…
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“Konnichiwa, __last name__-san,” you heard Kiku say. Arthur and Alfred were on the other side of the bench you all sat at, and Francis, to Arthur’s dismay, sat at the bench nearby. You were going to surprise Kiku with Arthur, and you couldn’t keep a smile off your face. He looked at your background through the Skype call and asked, “Are you outside?”

“Yeah, sorry, is the noise too loud?” you asked, and when the Japanese shook his head, you continued. “I have a surprise for you Kiku, but I have a question for you first. It’s about that person who is teaching you English, Kirkland was his last name, right? Was his first name Arthur?” You inquired.

“H-How did you guess?” he asked, befuddled at how you were able to figure it out.

At his confused face, you couldn’t hold your laughter in any longer and just died laughing then and there. Kiku was stuck there with a confused face until a familiar voice was heard.

“____________, you ruined it!” Arthur said through laughter. He looked at the screen to see Kiku’s bewildered and shocked face. “Hello Kiku. How ar-“ he was saying, only to be cut off by an American shoving him off screen.

“YO! DUDE, ‘SUP! How’ve you been!” he nearly shouted, yet still in his normal talking voice.

“What is going on? Kirkland-san(/kun, you decide if he is under 18 or not), how do you know ____last name___-san? Why are you raffing?” (realized I needed to make somewhat of an accent) Kiku inquired.

After you stopped laughing, Arthur explained what happened, how his mother needed to take care of Alfred, and Arthur had to move with her, and that you and him met by chance. Kiku stood there, dumbfounded by the utter coincidence, and then Francis joined in.

“’Ello, monsieur Kiku. It is nice to see you again.” Francis said in his usual charming way, raising questions from Arthur on how he knew Kiku, in which he explained, in much length, that when Francis went over to your house because your fathers had to work on a project, they would sometimes talk to Kiku. He then explained, in even more length, to Kiku, how he and Arthur knew each other.

“It is a strange coincidence indeed, everyone. I am glad you arr get to meet eachoser. Aporogies for my quick reve, but I have to get going. Sayonara, minasan,*” he said, and ended the call.

After that everyone enjoyed themselves, with a few arguments, of course, between Francis and Arthur, and Arthur and Alfred. Other than that, you all had fun. Alfred climbed on top of the playground and claimed that he was the hero several times, Francis had a competition with Alfred claiming whoever swung the highest on the swings was the most fabulous, to which no one was able to tell who swung the highest, and Arthur joined you in trying to make a sand castle, to no avail.

After a few hours, Francis’ dad came to pick him up, and Francis explained that your mom asked if they could bring you home. You waved goodbye to the two brothers and hopped into the car. A few minutes in, Francis leaned close to you and whispered.

“Hey, _____________, do you like monsieur Arthur?” he asked quietly, a small blush forming across your face.

“F-Francis, I just met him,” you replied quietly.

“You never answered the question,” he said with a devious grin.

You sat there for the whole ride with a blush on your cheeks.

*~le time skip~*

The next day started the same, though your mother had gotten a call from the school about what happened between you and your ex, and insisted on taking you to a hospital, where they said that nothing was broken, but it would be bruised for a while and that you shouldn’t use it in case there was a fracture they couldn’t see, and wrapped it, just for good measures. It was your strong hand, so all of your teachers were aware that any written assignments would be done at home or in class with another student’s help. You were to treat it like a fractured hand, and were to get it checked up weekly to see if there was any injury they didn’t or couldn’t see before. So you decided to wear really long sleeves that day, so that it would hide your hand. To your surprise, you found Arthur at your sitting spot, seemingly waiting. You made sure your hand was hidden and walked up to him.

“Hey Arthur!” you said, getting his attention. You waved with your weaker hand, realizing that doing that both felt and looked awkward, so you put it down quickly. “How are you?”

“Oh, hello there ___________, nice to see you again. How was the ride home with the French frog?” he inquired.

Remembering what he said to you made you blush slightly, “I-It was fine, don’t worry,” you said, trying to reassure  him, but seeing the look on his face made the obvious question of why are you blushing? You stammered, waving your hands to let him know it wasn’t what he thought, “I-It was fine! He didn’t do anything. It’s fine!” you explained nervously, realizing your sleeves slipped down to your elbows, revealing your hand, and when he saw it, he rushed instantly over to you, holding your wrist so you couldn’t put it away. He looked at it, silently, daring to find out where it hurt the least, he ran his hand over yours, making your cheeks blush neon red. You winced as his hand touched the knuckles of yours, and he saw it too, releasing your hand quickly.

“S-Sorry, I was just…” he trailed off into thought, then looked at you, blushing a deep red as he pulled you in for a hug. “I never thanked you for protecting me,” he said quietly. You blushed redder than a tomato, but wrapped your arms around him.

“It was nothing. I would always do that,” you replied.

He laughed nervously, “But, uh, love?” he asked.

Your face became redder, knowing calling people love was a British thing, and yet you still blushed more. “Yes?”

“Don’t ever do that again, Okay?”