BTLG -A Mystified Gentleman- England x Reader

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You woke up on something hard. Slowly opening your eyes, you saw that you were lying on concrete but as you looked on you saw grass growing to your far right. You turned your head to see that you were in fact in the backyard of a large mansion. You gave a groan as you slowly sat up. Your hand was held against your head. ‘Ugh I feel like my head is throbbing’.

Sadly your headache got worse when you heard two voices yelling at each other inside the house. One person sounded like he had an American accent while the other one had a…. British accent?

‘A-Arthur?’

“Get out of my house, you bloody git!” Britain yelled.

“Aww come on dude! We haven’t seen each other in so loooooong” whined America.

“I said get ou- say what is that?” Britain questioned.

Your eyes were closed due to the pain in your head when you heard a door open and footsteps coming toward you.

Sounding excited Alfred said, “Woah, dude! Some chick is actually at your door! This must be a sign!”

“S-shut up, you wanker!” he turned to you and in a sweeter tone he asked, “Miss? Miss are you alright?”

Opening your eyes was a struggle, but once you managed to open your eyes you headache seemed to disappear. There he was, Britain; staring at you with those amazing emerald green eyes. You looked up and saw his bushy eyebrows. You inwardly squealed; though many girls didn’t like bushy eyebrows on a guy, you did because you thought they added personality. Looking up a bit more, you saw his shaggy blonde hair swaying slightly everytime he moved while his fair skin gave a soft glow.

“Miss? Miss?”

You were snapped back into reality. You finally realized that you were staring at Arthur too long and looked away. Remembering he asked you a question, you looked back to him and replied, “Y-yes I’m alright”

You were about to stand up on your own when you saw a hand near your face. Looking up,
England smiled and said, “Do you need help getting up?”

Giving him a small smile, you gladly took his hand and said, “T-Thank you”. You both looked to each other again, but the blissful moment was interrupted by a certain American.

“Hey dudette! I’m Alfred F. Jones! Otherwise known as the hero! What’s your name?”

Completely annoyed that Alfred ruined a moment with you, England shouted, “She doesn’t care for your name, you git!” He turned to you, and politely asked, “What is your name, love? My name is Arthur Kirkland. It’s a pleasure to meet you”

Smiling you responded, “My name is ______  _______. And the pleasure is all mine~” Not wanting to be rude, you turned to America and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Alfred”

Smiling brightly, America hopped over to you and swung an arm around your shoulders, “It’s nice to meet you too, dudette! Hey Britain! I think I like her!”

You blushed and tried to get his arm from off of you. Britain became jealous and said, “Get your hands off her, idiot!”

He took you from Alfred’s grasp and with a satisfied smile; he looked to you and said, “_______, how about you join me for a cup of tea?”

Nodding and saying, “Yes, I would like that” you followed Britain into his house.

A left out America ran after you guys and shouted, “Hey wait up! You can’t leave the hero behind!”




~~Timeskip Brought To You By Seeing England’s Smexy Body in a Stripper Outfit (ignore that xD )~~




You were sitting down with a steaming cup of English tea in your hands. You savored its smell before you brought it to your lips and took a sip.

You once again set your cup back to its plate and turned to the once again fighting countries.

Attempting to get their attention, you said, “Hey! Don’t you guys ever stop fighting?”

Feeling embarrassed, Britain stopped shouting at America. “Sorry, _____. But this blubbering buffoon is insulting my cooking AGAIN!”

“Dude be real! Your cooking absolutely SUCKS!” replied Alfred.

“Like it’s any better that your obesity causing hamburgers!” England retorted.

Giving a huff, you said, “I will be willing to try England’s cooking”

The fighting quickly stopped. America’s mouth dropped and England gave a victorious smile.

“See you git! ______ would love to try my cooking and not yours!” *cue Arthur doing a victory dance*

“Yeah, keyword being TRY.” He turned to you. “Dudette are you sure you want to go through with this?”

You answered him with a firm, “Yes”.

Alfred shook his head. “Okay dude. But it’s your funeral” But then something clicked inside Alfred’s head and he once again turned to you.

“______?”

You looked to Alfred. “Yes, America?”

Alfred’s eyes widened. ‘So I did hear her right’. “______, how do you know Arthur and I are countries?”

Arthur stopped his dance and looked to you confused.

You felt all the blood rush out of your face. “I-I”  ‘Well sh*t. I slipped up and I didn’t even notice! Okay think fast’

“I read all about you guys on the Internet… on a blog actually!” you blurted. ‘What?’
Both countries eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Love, where did you read this blog? I thought out identities were kept secret?” England asked trying to comprehend what you just said.

You were about to answer when America shouted, “Dude!” He grabbed England by the shoulders. “Don’t you see? We are famous! Heck we are probably viral!”

Trying to get the overexcited American off him, England said, “Get off me, wanker! Remember we are supposed to be a secret because many people will try to target us since we are personifications of countries!”

America’s mood dampened before it sprang back up and stated, “Don’t worry! If anyone wants harm us, I will just blast them!”

Thinking you were in the clear from being asked anymore questions, England finally managed to get Alfred off of him and stepped forward towards you. “”Sorry about the interruption, ______. Now, can you please tell me the name of that blog you mentioned?”
Needing to find a quick escape from this question, you asked, “Do you know where a little lady can go to use a bathroom?”

Not expecting that answer (or should I say question) Arthur pointed to a door to his left. “It’s that door over there to my left”

Giving a “Thank you”, you rushed to the restroom.




~Timeskip Brought To You By The Flying Mint Bunny Who Is Secretly Spying On You..jk~




‘Wow I cannot believe that there was so much water I was holding’ you thought as you finished doing your “business” in the bathroom.

As you pulled your shorts up, you gave yourself a mental peptalk. ‘Okay _____, act normal! Try not to mess this up- even though your dream man now exists- you have to act normal! Always remember to breathe in and out. In and out’

You looked down scanning yourself. And let’s just say that after you did that, your once calm self, flipped out again.

“Oh my Jesus! He saw me like this?!” you shouted. Your shirt was ripped on some places and your arms where a bit scraped from the concrete.

*Knock knock* “______? Love, alrigh-?!” The door swung open and showed your form to Arthur.

But oh no that wasn’t even the worst part.

As Arthur looked to your form, he blushed a deep red and said, “I’m so sorry! I thought the door was locked”

Confused to as why he was reacting in such a powerful way, you looked down to the back of your shorts and yelled, “Oh my-!” You apparently forgot to pull your shorts up all the way, leaving a pleasant view of half of your butt and panties.

Quickly pulling your shorts up to how it was ‘supposed’ to be, you stuttered, “I-I’m sorry you had to see that”

Arthur shook his head with his back still facing you. “N-no it is I who should be sorry. I should have immediately looked away”

You both stood silent for a moment before Arthur spoke up again.

“Before THAT happened, I wanted to tell you that dinner will be in a few minutes!” England hurriedly said before almost running back to the kitchen.

Wanting to die from embarrassment, you put both hands to your face. ‘How in the world could I not notice that my shorts were halfway down my bottom?!’ Knowing that moping could make the situation worse, you bravely stood straight up and became determined to face Arthur once again.

Then another thought struck you, ‘W-wait… did I agree to try England’s cooking!!??’ You started to panic a little. ‘Okay calm down, _____. I mean it can’t be that bad… right?’

You walked into England’s kitchen and found him surprisingly not burning the house down. ‘Wow, looks like someone has been taking cooking lessons from China’ Smiling you said, “Whatcha making?”

He looked to you and smiled. “Fish and Chips, darling”

You smiled at the new pet name. Looking around, you noticed that there was no obnoxious American bothering you.

“Hey Arthur?”

“Yes, love?” he said, as he was taking the chips out from the pan.

“Where’s Alfred?”

He replied with a bit of anger in his voice, “He left because he said, ‘He doesn’t want to die when I burn the house down’, bloody wanker” He mumbled the last part.

Giving an “Oh” you tried to keep conversation by asking, “When is dinner going to be ready?”

He said, “Right about…” He put the food on the plates and put them on the table. “..Now”

You smiled and went down to sit right next him before he stopped you. Looking up to him a bit confused he said, “I have to pull out the chair for a lady or else that would be rude of me”

You waited as he pulled the chair out for you and then sat down. When he sat down himself, you told him, “You are such a gentleman, Artie! I bet all the women love you~!”
He looked down and said, “Thank you, love”

Smirking at his shyness of your compliment, you looked at your food and exclaimed, “This looks delicious! I can’t wait to try it!”   Crossing your fingers you prayed, ‘Please don’t let me die when I eat this’

Taking a piece of the food to your mouth, you chewed and swallowed. ‘Hmm not bad. I mean it’s pretty bland but not bad enough to make me gag’

“Well how is it?”

You turned to him. “It’s great! Thank you Iggy!” and took a chip to your mouth.

Blushing at the first ever comment to his cooking he replied, “Thank you, _____. But please don’t call me that” and ate his own food himself.

Dinner continued like this, with him asking questions about you and you about him. When questions like “When did you first find out about him” or “What that blog was called” you quickly changed the subject to “How many times have you met the queen” or “if tea was really important to Britain”. After asking the last question, he quickly replied that tea is what England ran on and that there was actually teatime in the morning everywhere.
Smiling at his intense love for tea, you took your last bite of your food and finished your dinner.

“So love”. You looked to him. “How did you come into my backyard?”

You started to sweat. “I-I don’t know”

He raised an eyebrow. “How do you not know? Surely you must have climbed the fence.”

“I-I don’t think I did that”

Arthur cocked his head to the side. “You crawled from under the fence?”

“N-no” You shook your head. “I-I mean I don’t know how I GOT here. I don’t know where I live, heck I don’t know my own parents names? What’s going on?!” You felt tears forming in your eyes as you held your hands to both sides of your head.

Not wanting this pretty lady to have a breakdown, Arthur rushed to you side and hugged you to his chest.

He started to softly pet you hair as he said, “Its okay, love. We can figure this out” He tried to think of something reasonable when he remembered that you lay on the concrete when he found you. “______, do you think you probably hit your head?”

You looked to him with red eyes. “N-no, I mean I’m not sure. I guess that’s possible” You mood seem to lift up a little. “I mean it had to be! Cause memories don’t disappear on their own right?”

Arthur nodded but thought, ‘I really hope this lovely girl didn’t hurt herself before I found her outside my house’

Deciding it would be best to have _____ by his side to take care of her, he said, “______, w-would you like to stay with me?”

You stared at him in shock. “I would l-love that”

England smiled, took your hand, and said, “Follow me”



~~~~Timeskip of You Finding Iggy’s British Playboy Magazines (haha I am kidding… maybe)~~~




You followed the Brit upstairs while you were blushing in the meantime. You could not believe that Arthur was holding your hand with his own free will.

When he stopped in front of your room, he noticed he was still holding your hand. He gave a blush and an ‘ahem’ before he let go. Opening the door, he held it open like a gentleman and motioned for you to come inside.

Once you went in the room, your eyes were greeted with all the colors of reds, whites, and blues imaginable. You enjoyed how the curtains to the walls were covered in all these colors. But you have got to say that what gave you the most pleasure to see were the flags of Great Britain and England hanging over the bed.

Loving his patriotism, you turned to him and said, “This room is phenomenal! I love how all the colors complement each other!”

“Thank-umpf!” Britain was ambushed by you when you jumped to give him a hug.

Nuzzling your face to his chest you said, “Thank you England, for everything”

He smiled and was about to return your hug when you pulled away, and exclaimed, “I am so tired. Better hit the sack! Goodnight, Iggy!” and hid yourself under the covers of your new bed.

A bit taken aback by your spontaneous-ness, he stepped back and said, “Don’t call me that” but not before affectionately adding,“ Your w-welcome. Have a good night, ______”. And he closed the door without making a noise.

You got out of your covers and looked at the ceiling while fangirling.   You had actually spent your day with your gentlemanly crush! Man, you couldn’t believe that this wasn’t a dream or even that your wish came true!

But as you lay there, you remembered that you were slowly forgetting your old life and the people you knew, and more importantly, your parents you left behind in your dimension.

Now all that clouded your mind was “Why am I forgetting them?...”

“…And how do I get back home?”