England x Reader

Title: Pills and Potions: Chapter Two
Summary: "You're driving me crazy."
Rating: T for Teen
Pairing: England (Hetalia) / Reader
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, just the plot.

[A/N: Please enjoy!]

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Arthur, with a sigh, clutches his head and groans in his hands in anger and embarrassment. "Bloody Hell." He whispers. There was never a time, where he didn't mind (Name)'s company. No, never mind his lame crush-or rather, lust... he adored the girl, looked up to her as much as everyone else did.

She was undoubtedly the 'mother' or 'big sister' figure they all needed, even if most of the nations saw her as a possible love interest. That (Name) was the one he was used too, not this crazy, lewd nymphomaniac that he had to babysit for god knows how long. It was odd seeing the girl so, vulnerable looking-so needy. It threw everything off for him and everyone else.

Arthur scratched his head in frustration, unsure of what to do next. He was leading them aimlessly around town, trying his best to stay in public places for the sake of his sanity. To his great relief, she'd become surprisingly quiet and kept her hands to herself. 

Casually, he glanced at her, finding her lost in her thoughts. Thank God, he thought, relaxing a little. If she stayed that way, maybe he'd be able to make it through the day without doing anything stupid.

But of course, the silence didn't last as long as he hoped.

"What's your favorite position, Artie?" She asked in his sweetest tone.

Arthur turned to her with a reddened face after nearly coughing up his lung out. "E-Excuse me!?" His voice was unnaturally high.

"For making love, I mean." She winked. This almost seemed natural because even in her normal state, (Name) could be lewd, she loved to tease, a reason why her and Francis were such wonderful friends. But no, she had this lustful look in her eye that made him shudder as she looked at him through her lashes.  

Damn it.

Arthur ground his teeth together, refusing to answer. If he just ignored her, she'd have to drop the subject, right?

"Artie? Hello~?"

She leaned over from his side and peered up at him with large doe eyes and made her look, damn it, pretty damn cute.

Her cleavage was on perfect display as she tipped forward to get a closer look. Fucking hell, maybe he shouldn't have let her go to her house and let her choose her own goddamn clothes because he swore he was seeing stars. But she looked good in that white sundress, too damn good.

The front barely contained her generous breasts and the wind constantly blew her skirt up—why did it have to be so damn windy?—revealing her pretty, pretty legs. Each time, it took more and more effort to tear his eyes away.

"Iggy?" she called sweetly, snapping him out of his reverie. He whisked his head away, keeping his gaze trained on anything but her. "Do you have a favorite?"

"That is none of your concern lo-" he muttered. He had to refrain himself from calling her anything but her (Name) because it set her off. It was so strange because everyone got to call her by her cute nicknames except him. Bummer.

She gasped, her eyes instantly lighting up in excitement. "So Arthur does have a favorite?"

He flinched as a blush spread across his cheeks. "What! I didn't mean—!"

"Which one? You can tell me! I'll satisfy every desire of yours!" What the hell type of potion had she drank?

The problem was, she was his desire. The idea of her obeying his every command turned him on more than he liked to admit, and it created disturbingly vivid dreams that made him wake up panting and sweating in the middle of the night. And right now, she was just so willing, and he was so tempted. With a single word he could have her in his bed, and make those dreams a reality.

He tensed as she leaned too close, her hands on his shoulders with her lips by his ear. "Tell me Arthur," she whispered, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. "Anything you want… anything…"

His body froze; anything he wanted?

God, this girl was going to be the death of him.

But what a way to die…

No-no no no, no no no no, nononononono-he clutched onto his tie and shook his head.

"(Name), ma belle fleur!"

FUCK, of all people.

Approaching the pair was none other than Francis, waving his hand and wearing a charming grin.

"I wouldn't get too close to Arthur," Francis tsked, placing an arm over (Name)'s shoulders and pulling her away from the red-faced blonde. "You'll probably get sick."

"Sick?" (Name) repeated, blinking her eyes. "But… I'm already sick!"

Both boys stared while little hearts danced around her.

"Lovesick!"

Arthur cringed while Francis' face twisted in confusion.

"Can't you just shut up," said Arthur, blushing madly.

"Don't talk to her that way!" Francis retorted.

"She doesn't know what she's saying alright," Said the man while affectionately running a hair through the girls hair. (Name) stared with a small smile. "And I trust that will respect and take care ma belle fleur in this state."

"Of course I will you bloody frog." Francis nodded with a teasing smile. "Of course you will, I know you'll take good care of (Name)." He looks down to the girl offering a charming smile. "Isn't that right, mon cerisier?"

(Name) return a delicate smile and pinched his cheeks like a mother would her baby. "Of course don't worry about me Franny." She grins.

Arthur frowns. Why was she holding him like that? Did this potion make her feel overly affectionate for anybody?

She was his responsibility, not Francis'. He'd be the one shouldering all her advances, not anyone else—and especially not him.

First, he needed to get her out of Francis dirty hands. Forcing himself to calm down, Arthur loosened his fist, standing up straight and tossing his hair away from his eyes.

"(Name)."

The girl whipped her head in his direction, looking eagerly at the blonde. "Arthur?"

He winced inwardly, but there was no turning back now—a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

His lips lifted in a handsome grin as his head tilted, closing one eye in a charming wink. "You want to know my favorite position, right?"

"Position?!" Francis roared. "What position?!"

Meanwhile, hearts appeared in (Name)'s eyes. "Artie!"

His green eyes glinted teasingly. "Come here."

Without hesitation, (Name) skips to Arthur.

Once in front of Arthur, (Name) turned around, giving Francis a short bow. "Please excuse me Franny."

The smirk fell from Arthur's face as he looked at the girl standing before him. Her voice sounded so… sincere, surprisingly, and it stirred something unfamiliar in his chest.

(Name) twirled around with excited eyes and a bright smile. "Which position is it?"

Arthur studied her face before glancing towards Francis. The older man was mouthing incoherent words, as if trying to grasp what had happened in the last few seconds. His reaction was the funniest thing Arthur had seen all day, and though he really didn't want to answer (Name)'s question, he couldn't help but take the golden opportunity to screw with his frenemy.

So he leaned towards (Name), raising a hand and gingerly brushing her hair over her shoulder. The girl forgot how to properly breathe as Arthur smirked and brought his mouth to her ear.

Locking his eyes on Francis, he whispered, "I'll show you."

(Name) promptly fainted, collapsing into Arthur's chest while Francis' face turned various shades of red and purple. Arthur caught the girl and laughed—finally, something fun out of this day!

Tossing (Name) over his shoulder, Arthur gave a teasing salute before taking off, leaving a fuming Francis behind.