Request:England X Reader~ A Lil' Misunderstanding?

I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!
Requested by:
dolunaylupus  and Monarchymonth

****I like using lots of sound effects
*****I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG; I AM ALSO SORRY FOR NOT MAKING THIS STORY AWESOME; I KNOW IT SUCKS!!!*****

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*Ring* The hallways of Hetalia High begin to fill with life as the students swarm out of their classes. (Name)—a (body size), (height), (skin color) girl with (hair length), (hair color) hair and (eye color) eyes—follows her fellow comrades while she leaves history class to go to English class. “Hey, (name)!” shouts a voice. Smiling, the girl twirls around to see the one and only Arthur Kirkland—a British boy whom she has a liking to. Her hair spins as she lays her eyes on her crush’s handsome face. “(Name),” Arthur says in a way where he seems slightly embarrassed—rubbing his slightly messy blonde hair; "I was wondering if I could walk with you to English class—" Her heart skips a beat as it pounds rapidly inside her chest. H-he wants to walk to English…“—since we share the same teacher,” Arthur quickly adds… With me—?! Wait a minute—! “Are you alright, love? You don’t look so good. Your face is red, your sweating, and I’m getting a feeling your forehead is burning hot.” Carefully, Arthur shifts his binder’s weight onto his other arm, he leans into her and feels the frozen girl’s forehead. “… Your forehead’s burning hot; I think you should go to the nurses office. Here, I’ll take you.” The British boy reaches for her soft hand, *grab*, and begins to turn around towards the nurse’s office—

“N-no, I’m fine.” waves (name) with an unsure look on her sweaty, red face. “I-I-I just need to—"

“DUDES!” Both teens rotate their head to face the voice. “There you are! I was wondering where Arthur ran off to… So, did you ask her?”

*Blink* *blink* “Ask me what?” A moment of silence emerges in the chattering air. *Wind noise* “Well? Are you guys gonna tell me or not— And don’t say it’s nothing! Alfred doesn’t lie!....... So, Alfie, what was it about?”

He smirks, “Well, I was about to ask if Arthur—"

“Heehee… Don’t you know when to keep your mouth shut!” growls the English man with his hand over the all-American’s mouth.

“Dammit Arthur! I just said don’t keep secrets!” Angry fumes spill out of her (h/c) head in the moment she began to stomp away. Arthur with that irritated look on his face whirls around to face his friend.

*Blink* *blink* “Hey, what did I do?”

(Name) slowly falls out of her angry stomping routine and starts to walk normally again. With a pouting face, she mutters, “Sometimes.. Sometimes they can make me so angry…! But, I still love ‘em! Teeheehee~! *Rub* *rub* I guess I over reacted…?"

“(Name)!” Alfred shouts. “Wait up!” Don’t wait up! GO GO GO! The more I interact with him the more Arthur will be pissed! Every step she took was a step closer to her classroom and caused those footsteps to quicken. “(Name)!!!! Why—?”

*Tackle* Both blonde boys fall to the ground. Arthur, on top, stares down at his best friend. “Are you an idiot?! Don’t go running off after her after I talked to you! And blah blah bah blah blah… … AREN’T YOU LISTENING?!”

Alfred with a dull or uninterested look on his face picks his ear—with his pinky— and looks at it. “No, not really.” *Flick* “I stopped listening after ‘Are you an—‘.”

“What kind of friend are you?!”

“An awesome heroic friend, of course~ Hahahahaha~!"

The usual jabbering of the two block— I mean blonde heads, kind of, just a little, gave (name) a headache. Usual talk on a usual Monday morning with nothing interesting happening once again, except when Alfie was about to say something… What was he going to say, she thought, stopping in the middle of the hallway to concentrate. Shrugging that thought off, (name) continues walking until she reached the classroom. Right when she entered through the door, she's greeted by the 'charmer'. “Ma chérie," Francis began, "I was wondering if you wanted to go to the school dance tomorrow. It’ll be fun~!”

Hmmm…. “What’s in it for me?” she asks, tapping her foot against the tan tile floor. “You know I’d never go to a dance without a bribe, right?”

Francis gapes. “Wh-what?! But, (name)—“

“No buts. Are you gonna bribe me or not?”

That devious smirk forms on the perverted man’s face. “Oh-hoh-hoh-hoh-hoh~!” laughs the Frenchy. “I see that you want a bribe, no?”

*Sigh* “That’s what  just said…” Idiot...

Francis, with his hand in his pocket, strolls toward the classrooms entrance, towards (name). Immediately, pulling out his pocketed hand, he holds a red rose. H-how did he? And how long—? Why—? WHAT?! IT'S COMPLETELY INTACT AND WAS IN HIS PANTS!! Chuckling from him makes her snap back to reality. “You seem confused.” Gripping both her hands and bringing them to his lips to kiss, Francis mumbles, “Don’t worry, Ma chérie. Everything will make sense tonight.” She rolls her eyes.

Around this point in time, our British friend stumbles inside the classroom, sees this, and reacts with a stutter-like gape. “A-a-h-ah—…” He feels himself grow hot and red; both in anger, embarrassment, and shame. With clenched fists and gritted teeth, the Englishman tackles Francis to the ground (he went around you). “GODDAMMIT— WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?! I THOUGHT—?!”

“U-uh, Arthur…?” she asks. "What are you doing?”

… What am I doing…? He glances down once more to see a spark go off in Francis’ eyes. “Oui, what are you doing, Arthur?” He’s right, what am I doing? This situation is getting awkward…

… “… N-none of your business! You KNOW what I’m doing, you—!” *Rinnnnngggg*

"Ok class. Settle down and take a seat," says the teacher Mrs. Windleston the moment she walked in.

Every once in a while, Arthur, with his head resting on his hand, glances over at (name)--watching the girl scribble on her notebook. *Sigh* If only I asked her earlier... he thought while twiddling his pencil around. Mrs. Windleston clears her throat. "Ho-hum. Mr. Kirkland..." Arthur glances up to see her tapping her foot rather rapidly.

"Wh-what? S-sorry, teacher, I wasn't paying attention. C-carry on."

Chuckles erupt in the classroom, but Mrs. Windleston shuts them up with a glare. She continues, "Well, Mr. Kirkland, if you weren't staring at (name) when I'm trying to teach, then we wouldn't be stopping in the middle of class to have this talk. Now would we, Mr. Kirkland?" Shit! Bloody hell! He glances over at (name) one last time before looking at the teacher. Her cheeks were rosy red, which turned her face into a dark tomato color. (Name)... Behind (name) sat Francis who appears to be chuckling. They immediately make eye contact. 'Oh-hoh-hoh-hoh-hoh~! I see that you got in trouble~ Oh-hoh-hoh-hoh-hoh-hoh~~!' 'SHUT YOUR BLOODY MOUTH, FRANCIS!'

Mini timeskip~~~~

*Rinnnngggg*

"And that's all for today, class! Have a wonderful weekend!" (Name) immediately gets up and heads toward the door. (Name), wait--! "Mr. Kirkland, I'd like to see you after class."

"Hey, (name)! Did he ask you?" She turns around to see Alfred running towards her. "Well???"

"Yea... He did."

A giant grin forms on his all-American face. "Sweet! How did Arty ask you?" ... Wh-what?! Seeing the confused look on her face, Alfred gathers up the courage to ask: "D-did he not ask you? ... Wait! You just said--!"

"Francis asked, not Arthur..." The two teens stare at each other before glancing back at the classroom.

Footsteps echo through the hallway from the classroom. "A-again sorry, Mrs. Windleston... I-I didn't mean to disrupt your class..." (Name) watches in horror as Arthur slowly turns to walk in their direction Shit, thought (name). Got to get away from him! He can't know we were talking about him. And with Mr. Jabber by my side, he'll 100% tell him!

"Yo! Arty!" jeers the all-American; "(Name) told me you fail--! Woooh!" (Name) drags Alfred behind the nearest corner. Arthur, who heard Alfred's voice, immediately looks up to see no one there. Strange, he thought, scratching his messy blond hair, I swore I heard two voices... "(Name)! Why'da do that?!" hisses Alfred. Making sure no one was around, (name) leans to whisper something to Alfred. *Blink* *blink* "Haha~! Dude, I can't hear you. What was that?"

(Name) couldn't believe her ears.*Smack* Are you serious? she thought, glancing between her fingers to stare at the lightly confused, slightly oblivious boy. Of course you shouldn't be able to hear me; I'm whispering! I guess I'll say it again... *sigh* Once again, the slightly irritated girl leans up towards her friends ear, her lips barely touching his skin. "I-I-- I didn't want you to point out the obvious to Arthur because it'll just make him feel bad. And that'll, more or less, ma-make me fe-eel terrible because... I-- sort of like him." ... No response. (Name) looks up to see her best friend bobbing his head as if he's imagining something heroic in his head. *Snap* *snap* "Helllllloo? Earth to the Hero???? Are ye home, you dork?"

Almost immediately (and I say 'almost') he snapped out of his daze. "Wha- uh? Did someone call for a hero?"

"As I was saying--"

"I know," He KNEW?!!! That happy-go-lucky smirk forms. "Yea! Everyone except Arthur knows that! Even the teachers, janitors, and the principal! Hahahahahhaa! Seriously, you need to make it more of a secret!"

"Ok ok...." she mutters; "I get it... But seriously, don't tell him that I like him, alright?"

*Blink* *blink* "Wha-what??! Sorry, I was dozing off again."

That was the final straw for the girl. "I said," she hisses through gritted teeth, "I LIKE--"

"Oh, it's you guys." Caught off guard, the girl accidentally falls/leans into Alfred. The two friends freeze to see a british boy peeking around the corner.

(Name) feels her cheeks grow warm at the sight of her crush. "--you..." Quietness and awkwardness greet each other at this corner. Her hands grip Alfred's brown bomber's jacket's biceps to shoulder region while her face was somewhat smothered into his chest. "A-Arthur!" she squeaks. "I-I didn't see you there... *gulp*" Recognizing the situation, the (h/c) girl backs off from Alfred. Arthur's face seemed somewhat sad and disappointed along with a slight surprised and shocked look to it. Sh-she like Alfred... "A-Arthur! I-it's not what you think-- it's not what it looks like! I was just surprised that you popped out of the corner, and then I somehow found myself leaning into Alfred--!" Shit! That sounded terrible! Not only is my face red, Arthur caught me at the wrong time! I hope he doesn't know that I like him...

"It's alright," interrupts a monotoned british accent. "I know/I get it," HE DOES?! "You like Alfred, don't you?"

WHAT?! I THOUGHT HE SAID HE GOT IT!!!!! THAT WAS WAYYYYYYY OFF! "Wa-wait, Arthur, you're jumping to conclusion! The truth is.... the truth is...." Avoiding eye contact, (name) stares at the tiled floor. Am I really gonna tell him? "The truth is... I--"

"Dude! What are you doing?" Her (e/c) eyes revert back to the boy who apparently began to walk away doing their conversation. "(Name) was in the middle of telling you that she likes--"

"--You. I know, she just stated that about a minute ago..."

"Arthur, where are you going?" (name) asks in a somewhat pleading, begging tone.

The british man stops, but doesn't turn around. "I'm going to math class. I don't want to be late."

And that was that. End of conversation. "Wellp," Alfred, who's standing next to (name), casually brings his hands behind his head. "At least he knows."

She shakes her head, "No, he doesn't know."

Alfred stares at her like that meme of a shocked cat! *Gasp* "Wh-what do you mean he doesn't know? He specifically stated--"

"He thinks I like you, which I don't."

*Blink* *blink* *areyouseriouslook* "You know, you didn't need to say that so coldly..."

Mini Timeskip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Dude!" Alfred whispers as the teacher begins to right on the board some complex equation. "Pst! Duude! Psssttt! DUUUUDE! Arty! Pst! Hey Arty! Why aren't you responding?! Pst, PPPPSSSSSSTTTTT!!!!!! ARRRTTTY!!!!!! Hey, ARTTTYYYYYY--!"

"Knock it off," states (name) in a menacing voice. She points at the teacher, "Pay attention." However, deep down inside, she really wanted to get Arthur's attention. Suddenly an idea pops up in her beautiful mind. Alfred watches as his best friend scribbles a crap load of writing on small sheet of paper. Carefully and quietly, she begins to fold the paper until it was the size of a post-it note. With an eye closed and her tongue out, she throws the paper at Arthur--... And misses. Alfred gives the girl a dull look. "What?"

"Tsk tsk tsk," he began as he shook his head. "Let me show you how a hero does it." *Riiiiiiiippp!* Ack! Are you kidding me?!

(Name) looks down at her textbook to stare at a huge, uneven tear. "ALFRED!" hisses the pissed off girl. "THISISTHESCHOOL'STEXTBOOK!ISWEARI'LLKILLYOU--!"

"Shhh! Just watch." Immediately she shuts up and watches him skillfully prepare for lift off. Slowly and quietly, he gets up and throws it at Arthur. *Bop* Nothing. Usually Arthur would turn around and say, 'You bloody git! Who the hell did that?!' However, he didn't do that; instead, he acted as if a page of a textbook wasn't thrown at him. "Dammit!" (Name) watches Alfred gripping about five pages before tearing them off. A-a-agh-ak... YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! REALLY?! I-- *Plop* Huh? Don't tell me--! It was too late; Alfred already started the paper war. Every time the paper hits Arthur's head, he twitches.

*Bop* *bop* *bop* *bop* *bop* *bop* *Twitch* *twitch* *twitch* *twitch* *twitch*-- "Grr.... ENOUGH!!!!" Everyone stares at him in astonishment. The two goofballs stare at each other before staring at their angry british friend. "YOU!" *Points at Alfred* "Not only did you give (name) a hint on what I was going to do, but you took the girl I was going to ask away from me! WHAT KIND OF BLOODY FRIEND ARE YOU?!!!?! AND YOU CHUCKED PAPER AT ME!" The god of silence enters the room, looks around, and leaves for the situation became too awkward for even the likes of him.

Alfred blinks a few times before explaining the situation. "Dude, is that what all this is about? Hahahahaa~! Arthur, it's just a misunderstanding! (Name) doesn't like me, she likes y-- Hmm?! (Mame) whut awr yoo duing?!" Alfred tries his best to pry her hand off his mouth but she got him in an awkward head-lock.

*Clearing of the throat* "Excuse me! What do you think you're doing?!" The two instantly stop struggling to stare at Mrs. Wheimer, the math teacher, taps her foot angrily as she continues her lecture. "Unless you guys have a legitimate reason why I shouldn't send you two to the principals office, then start speaking. We're wasting our precious learning time."

Before (name) could even mumble a word, Alfred takes over. "Arthur started it! It all started earlier today when I--"

"Enough, I think I heard enough."

"But I was just getting started..."

Mrs. Wheimer shuts him up with the gesture of her hands. "Mr. Jones, do you want to leave class on-time or late? I can call your parents about this unless you stop talking." Both nod. "However, Mr. Kirkland will be staying after class today."

Arthur sighs. Not again........

With five minutes left of class, Mrs. Wheimer dismisses early. "Alright class, I hope you all have a nice weekend." Chattering builds up in the room and out the door. Afred and (Name) casually walk out, but Arthur couldn't even reach the door before, "Ho-hum, Mr. Kirkland, may I speak to you?"

Minitimskip................again~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Walking down the hallways, one could easily hear the british boy's conversation to himself. "Stupid Teachers, stupid Alfred, stupid Francis! Why do I have to get in trouble?!" He slams his fits against his locker. *Sigh* "I guess (Name) is an extremely like-able, extremely adaptable, extremely flirtatious girl..." Quickly Arthur begins to sink to the point where he falls to the ground, curl his knees up to his chest, and begin to sulk/mope (I know they aren't exactly the same).

Out of the corner of his eye Francis sees him. That devious smirk forms on his perverted, yet handsome face. "Oh-hoh-hoh-hoh-hoh-hoh~! What do we have here?" The stylish Frenchy casually strolls along the lockers toward his British 'buddy'. Arthur doesn't look up, nor acknowledges his presence. "Hm? You seem sad, what's wrong?"

His face is buried deeper in his knees. With a free hand, he gently waves his 'buddy' off. "Go away," mopes the boy, "I don't want to talk about it, especially to the likes of you..."

Francis' brows furrow. "Hey, what do you mean 'the likes of me'?"

"(Name) likes Alfred." *Gasp* No way! (Name) likes Alfre-- No...

*Sigh* "Mon ami, you are such an idiot, you know that? She doesn't love the American, she loves you. I only asked her to the dance just to piss you off and because she's very belle." The sense of hope sparkles in Arthur's green eyes. Francis smiles, "If you really love her, then go talk to her. She must be very sad--because of the way you acted to her (does that sentence make sense?)." Arthur feels a hand on his shoulder and glances up. "Go to her."

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In the park next to the bench that's in-between two maple trees and is in-front of the side walk that divides the bench from the sandy playground that Reader-chan can imagine...

"Alfred, I swear, you're so mean!" The boy plugs his ears as his friend continues to rant around him. "Not only did you rip pages out of a roughly $76 dollar textbook, but you also blamed Arthur for starting what I started!"

The lazy, unamused look in his eyes tells her everything. "You know, Arthur would get in trouble either way, so it's better off if it was just him."

She sighs, "I guess you're right..." Alfred smiles and was about to say something until...

A shout of her name gets her attention. "(Nammee)!!!!!!!!" A-Arthur...! The two Europeans run towards them.

(Name) stares at Arthur before turning away. Her smile quickly fades while she asks, "What are you doing here?"

Arthur scratches his head as he walks toward his beloved (name). "I-I just wanted to apologize for how I acted. I was a jerk, and I'm really sorry."

"It's fine. Alfred, let's go." Immediately she grabs her all-American friend's hand and begins to walk away, until...

*Grab* "No, I can tell you're mad. Can I just talk to you? Just you and me, deary?"

*Sigh* Her hand around Alfred's loosens. "Alright. But only for five minutes."

He smiles, "That'll be enough."

On the bench...

"(Name), I've been meaning to ask you if you wanted to go to the dance with me." She blushes, He wanted to go to the dance, w-with me?"However, stupid Francis asked you first; but I talked it over with him. So, (name), will you go to the dance with me?"

*Bu-bump* *bu-bump* *bu-bump* "I-I don't know, Arthur... The way I acted and the way Alfred acted today... It doesn't seem right to accept, sorry." A hand grabs at her wrist while she gets up, which causes her to stare at Arthur.

His cute smile on his face fills her heart with warmth. "(Name), I'm not asking you as a friend, I'm asking you as my girlfriend. I-I love you..." .................. "(Name), are you alright?"

She nods, "Y-yea... Just a little bit shocked because I l-love you too..." His cheeks begin to grow a bright pink color. "Arthur, do you really mean it?"

*Nod* "Why would I lie to you?" Slowly, both teens lean into each other for a kiss...

"HEY DUDES! WHAT ARE YOU GUYS UP TO--" Everyone freezes. The two love birds stare at Alfred and Francis who stood roughly four meters away from them. Alfred had the look of shock and of disgust. "Oh, oh... N-never mind..." he mutters, before sprinting away. "FRANCIS, COME ON!"

..... And continuing...

Slowly, they lean in once again, this time without any interruptions. The softness of his lips against hers and vice-versa ignites a little spark in their hearts. Time quickly passes them like leaves in an autumn wind. Sadly, they parted their first kiss. Tints of red remains on her cheek along with his. "Shall we continue this after the dance tonight?" Arthur asks, his hands gently placed on her shoulders.

She nods, "I'd love that."

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ACTUAL END!