England x Reader - Snog

  Snog.

  It sounded a bit funny.

  But what did it mean?

  These were the thoughts that filled your mind as you continued on your stroll around the park near your house. Earlier, Francis had come up to you and told you to ask Arthur to snog you...

  When you had asked what the word 'snog' meant, he merely did that funny 'Ohonhonhon~' laugh of his, his perverted smirk growing a bit wider. He then said, 'Arthur will show you soon, ma cherie!' before walking away, leaving you confused.

  You had considered looking it up, but being the lazy person you were you decided not to. Snog couldn't be a bad thing, could it?

  ...Well, maybe it could, considering how Francis had told you to ask Arthur to snog you. And, well... Francis is a big fat pervert. Snog could very well mean sex if it came from Francis. And you didn't plan to lose your virginity just yet.

  Well actually, losing your virginity to Arthur wouldn't be that bad. After all, you did have the biggest crush on the tea-loving Brit. You would even go as far as say that you love him... Your face started to heat up as you imagined Arthur closing in on you, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss...

  A blush erupted on your cheeks as you exclaimed, "Gah! Why am I even thinking of things like these?! Bad _____, bad..." You mumbled to yourself, earning a couple of weird looks from others.

  "_____? Are you alright?" A concerned British-accented voice asked you from behind as a warm hand touched your shoulder. "You seem rather flustered, are you sick?"

  You spun around only to come face-to-face with Arthur himself, your face heating up a bit more if that was even possible.

  "I-I'm fine!" You squeaked, attempting to hide your blush. Sadly, you couldn't, making Arthur's face come just a bit closer to yours as his hand moved from your shoulder to your forehead.

  "Are you sure? Your face is red and a bit warm," He said, concern written across his face.

  "Ye-yeah, I'm sure," You said, once again trying to calm yourself. "I'm just peachy. No need to worry, Arthur."

  'Calm down, _____, Arthur is just touching your forehead and is really close to your face.

  Nothing to worry about.

  ...

  OH MY GOD.

  ARTHUR IS TOUCHING MY FOREHEAD AND IS REALLY CLOSE TO MY FACE--'

  You immediately stopped your thoughts, considering how they only made your blush worsen.

  "Anyways, _____," Arthur said, turning your attention away from your thoughts to him, "That bloody frog Francis told me you wanted to tell me something. I was just on my way to your house when I spotted you here. What did you want to say?"

  "Oh yeah!" You said, suddenly remembering what Francis had told you to do. This managed to divert your thoughts away from how close Arthur was, making your blush go away.

  "Francis asked me to ask you to snog me," You said bluntly, crossing your arms.

  Silence.

  "Arthur, you're, uhm... really red..." You informed him, poking his cheek. "...Hey, Arthur... you okay?"

  The Brit had suddenly froze, his face redder than Antonio's and Lovino's dearly loved tomatoes.

  In a few moments he managed to recover from his little moment, shaking his head before mumbling something under his breath that sounded a lot like 'That bloody frog...'

  "So Arthur, what is snogging?" You asked him curiously. "Francis wouldn't tell me, he just said that you'd show me."

  "W-Well, er... how do I explain this..." He started to pull on his shirt collar nervously, avoiding your gaze.

  "You don't have to explain, just show me!" You exclaimed. "C'mon, I'm getting really curious!"

  He took a deep breath before facing you, and before you knew it he had leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

  ...Tea.

  His lips... they tasted like tea.

  You were just about to kiss back when he pulled away, flustered and fidgety.

  "Snog is a British s-slang for... ki-kissing..." Arthur mumbled, wringing his hands. "I'm sorry, _____, I truly am-"

  "...You don't have to be sorry," You said shyly, cutting him off as you averted your gaze. "I-I... I liked it. A-Arthur... I... I like you - no, I love you!"

  Now you were blushing a bright red, waiting for Arthur's reaction to your confession. You mentally panicked; what if he didn't return the feelings?!

  Your cheeks heated up even more when Arthur came closer, one arm snaking around your waist and the other cupping your chin. You felt him tilt your chin up to face him, but you still kept your eyes shut and head turned.

  "Love, look at me," He cooed into your ear. His breath... it tickled your ear.

  Slowly but surely, you turned your head around to face him, your eyelids fluttering open to meet two bright orbs of emerald. "Y-...Yeah..?"

  "I love you too," He whispered before leaning down to give you another kiss.

  ...Wow.

  You were so surprised you hadn't even fainted yet.

  As the two of you pulled away, your blush reduced to a faint pink, you heard him chuckle lightly.

  "Y'know, for once I've got to thank that bloody frog."