[REQUEST] England x Reader

    "UGH!" You flung your head backwards, throwing your arms out dramatically. When you did that, a book, a pencil, and about 7 gazillion papers went flying up into the air and scattering themselves around your small apartment/dorm thing. "I HATE FINALS!" you groaned to your roommate, Violet.
    "So do I, but you're cleaning this shit up," she stated plainly, eyeing your vast array of stray papers. "I'll be on my bed doing absolutely nothing," she continued, climbing onto her messy bed with her computer and some snacks.
    "Don't you have to study?" you questioned, confused by your friend's lack of studying.
    "Hey, I finished my finals today. I don't have to do shit," she sighed contently. You glared at her, upset that she was so lucky.
    "Well then, how about you help me study for this test?" You looked at her as she just stared at you blankly.
    "Nope," she blankly stated, continuing her "important" business on her computer.
    "You're useless, Vi!" you groaned, collecting your various shit from the floor before shoving it in your school bag. "I'm going to Artie's place, he'll help me study." You figured that your friend Arthur Kirkland would help you study for your finals. He was in the same class as you so you figured he would be able to help you more than a lot of other people.
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    Artie's place wasn't that far from yours, so it only took you about 10 minutes to get there since you were walking. He didn't live in a dorm, so you didn't have any trouble getting up to his apartment. You knocked on the door before realizing that you hadn't given any warning that you were coming over.
    'Shit!' You felt really bad for being so inconsiderate, but you were so stressed out with school right now that you weren't really yourself. The opening of the door snapped you out of your thoughts instantly.
   "Oh! Hello (y/n)! I wasn't expecting you! Come in, come in," Arthur was pleasantly surprised by your unexpected visit. Unbeknownst to him, you had the biggest crush on him. Unknown to you, the feeling was mutual.
    You blushed at his gentlemanly nature. "I'm sorry that I didn't call or anything. I've just been really stressed out lately with finals and I was wondering if you could help me study," you said all of that quite quickly and you took in a deep breath, frantically trying to calm yourself.
    "Well I suppose that I could help you study but first you have to calm down a bit, so just sit down and I'll make us some tea," Arthur rubbed your shoulder, not really knowing how to calm someone down very well.
    "That sounds nice, Artie. Thanks," you stared at your feet. You made your way over to the couch and sat down as he headed to the kitchen. You felt bad for taking up Artie's time, even though he was one of your closest friends. You had met Artie through his cousin, Alfred. You and Al had been really close friends in high school and you still were. Artie came to stay with Al after something happened back in England, but Al and Artie never really talked about it so you decided not to pry on that subject.
    "Here we go," Artie said, handing you a cup of hot tea. "So what do you need help with?"
    "Well, honestly just about everything. I know the material but I'm just worried that I'm going to forget when I'm taking the test!" You sighed, thinking that you must sound like a complete idiot.
    Arthur thought for a moment, bushy eyebrows furrowed in concentration, bright green eyes looking at nothing in particular, trying to think of a solution. "We could figure out some mnemonic devices to help you remember the material!" Arthur's eyes lit up, satisfaction crossing his features because of his plan.
    You thought for a moment before agreeing with his clever plan. But you realized that you had no idea what you could connect (some dumb class that you hate) with something that you would remember. Once you told Artie that, the two of you tried to think of things to help you remember all of the information you needed to know.
    As you were thinking, you suddenly realized how close you and Artie were. You forgot about studying and you were letting your eyes drink in his beautiful features. His soft, messy blond hair that laid in an almost orderly disorder. His thick, bushy eyebrows were not only amusing to you but also cute. His bright, green eyes were astounding and always seemed caring and were looking right at you... WAIT HE SAW YOU CHECKING HIM OUT ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION
    You, being the majestic beast that you were, flailed backwards and fell off of the couch knocking over your tea that you had set down. When you fell, you also whacked your head on the corner of his coffee table pretty hard.
    "Oh my goodness, (y/n)! Are you alright? OH GOD YOUR HEAD IS BLEEDING! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? OH GOD OH NO THIS IS ALL MY FAULT !" Arthur began in a worried manner that escalated to a frantic screeching sort of yell that only comes when one is extremely alarmed.
    "Artie, Artie. Shhhh. It's not your fault, alright? Do you have a first aid kit?" Arthur nodded. "Well go and get it and bring to the bathroom so we can clean up my head, okay?" He nodded rushing away to who knows where.
    You stood up, your head throbbing slightly. You put your hand to where it hurt and felt something warm and sticky. You pulled your hand away and saw a little bit of blood on your hand. 'It's not too bad,' you thought to yourself as you began walking to the bathroom.
    All of a sudden, Artie picked you up, bridal style, and began carrying you to the bathroom. You give Artie a confused look before telling him that you can walk just fine but he doesn't set you down until you are in the bathroom.
    Arthur sets you down on the side of the sink so that he can clean off the wound. You tell him to get a paper towel and run it under warm water. After he does that, he began to lightly dab at the spot that was bleeding.
    "I'm really sorry, (y/n). I didn't mean to startle you," Artie continued mumbling various apologies before you cut him off.
    "Artie, it wasn't your fault at all. I'm as graceful as a walrus, so I managed to fall, knock something over, and whack my head on a table. I am the master of clumsy," you joked, not really joking.
    "Wait, why did you fall in the first place?" Arthur questioned. His head tilted to the side, one eyebrow raised. Your face lit up, bright red. You began stuttering, not able to form actual sentences.
    "Well actually... iwaslookingatyoureyesbuthenyouturnedandlookedatmeandsawthatiwaslookingatyouandifreakedoutbecauseiactuallyreallylikeyouandihaveforareallylongtime." Arthur stared at you blankly before what you had said clicked in his brain. His cheeks were dusted with a light pink blush and he moved closer to you.
    By this point you had covered up your face with your hands, feeling embarrassed, no, mortified by what you had just admitted. Out of nowhere, you felt a tugging at your wrists, pulling them away from your face. You looked up, only to be met by a pair of soft, delicate lips on your own. You froze for a moment before realizing that Arthur was kissing you.
    Just as Arthur was about to pull away, you draped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and surprising Artie slightly. The two of you continued kissing until you had to pull away for the dreaded substance, air. Your foreheads resting on each other's, you looked into his eyes, happy beyond your wildest dreams.
    "Well, I think it's quite obvious how I feel towards you," Artie smiled sweetly. You returned the smile and suddenly realized that you were still covered in tea.
    "Shit! I forgot that I got covered in tea! I have nothing else to wear now," you thought out loud. You stood up and looked at your tea stained clothes.
    "Well, I guess we'll have to take a shower," Arthur stated, something different in his tone of voice than before.
    "Wait. 'We'?" You looked at him, not entirely sure if he meant what you thought.
    "Yes, 'we'," Arthur answered your question, love and something else filling his green eyes. Yep, exactly what you thought. But what happened next was something that you could have never imagined.