Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader:Kirkland Family 14 p1

Today, Arthur stayed home while you went to a meeting. Alfred and Matthew were still at school when you came home. You arrived back earlier than planned; the meeting had been a complete and utter disaster.

When you walked in through your blue front door, you found Arthur going around the lounge room with a vacuum, It took all you will to stop from bursting out laughing. Luckily, the vacuum was rather loud so Arthur hadn't seen you. You slowly backed down the hallway and out the door. You then went over to your car and loudly shut the door. "Arthur! I'm home! You called, taking your time. You heard a few loud crashes, and when you reached the lounge, Arthur was slumped in the couch, the TV on.

He twisted his head and looked at you over the back of the cream couch "How was your day? You're home early."

You tried to stop yourself from paying too much attention to the spotless forest green carpet, the dusted and neatly arranged marble mantelpiece. Instead you brushed these details aside and looked at Arthur.

You must have looked spaced out, because he come up and waved his hand in front of your face "___!" he said "____are you ok?"

You looked up at him.

"I-I'm fine..." You noticed how close you were, and how a light pink blush dusted his cheeks. You felt your face heat up and you went and flopped on the sofa. An awkward silence settled over the room. A romance movie was playing on the TV. You loved romance movies, and the one playing had to be one of your all-time favourites.  

The current scene of the movie showed a man who didn't have the courage to confess, much like Arthur (not that you knew that)

"Oh sorry" 'Nice move?' he thought

"It's okay."You said, glancing up at the grandfather clock, a recent gift from Prussia. He said that he and Germany worked on it together. The elegant black hands told you that it was late afternoon. "Let's cook?" you proposed, remembering on NO ACCOUNTS to let him COOK, only prepare the ingredients.

"Now... What should we cook?" you asked

"Anything is fine"

You went to the fridge to see if you would get an idea. Looking in the crisper, you decided to make Vegetable soup. You set you big ceramic pot on the stove, and picked up a wickedly sharp knife to help Arthur with the vegetables. "Did you sharpen these today Arthur?" you said as your knife slid through the carrots like a hot wire through butter.

He nodded sheepishly and said "I cleaned up a bit, did a few odd jobs..."

You grinned at him, and took a step back to turn on the stove. But the vegetables wanted REVENGE after you had massacred their brethren, and a Devilish onion tripped you. Fate was obviously feeling bored, and decided to pitch in, making you topple to the floor, but worse, pinning Arthur underneath you.  
"O-owwww" you groaned and your eyes widened as you saw Arthur.

"SORRY!" you cried.

"There's no need to be so forward, love" he said looking up at you. There was a glint you couldn't identify in his beautiful emerald eyes. You jumped up, blushing furiously "What!?!" you sent him out of the kitchen and finished making the soup by yourself.

As you muttered furiously to yourself you lost concentration and slipped, the newly sharpened knife slicing through your (s/c) skin easily.

"OWWW!!!" Arthur stuck his head around the door saying "Love, it was only a joke! There's no need to get so worked up..." he trailed off, seeing the cut on your finger.  


"___, Are you okay?" he asked, worry evident in his melodic voice and he immediately went to get the first aid kit.

'Man... Why am I so clumsy...?' you sighed

"You should be more careful handling knives..." said Arthur as he held your hand and wrapped your finger with band-aid.

"Is something bothering you?"

"N-Nothing..."

"If you have problem, you can talk to me"

"I said it's nothing!" you cried, Arthur looks surprised, a tear suddenly came out from your eye.

'No... I didn't mean it that way...'

Arthur abruptly stood up dropping your hand and began chopping up the rest of the vegetables with a furious intensity, refusing to look at you. you looked at his face from your awkward spot on the floor. He looked almost like he wanted to cry.