Anglophile or Anglophil (ˈæŋɡləʊfɪl, -ˌfaɪl)
1. a person having admiration for England or the English
You weren't sure why you acted like this.
Maybe it was those accents.
Maybe it was the culture.
Maybe it was…
Okay, let's cut the crap shall we? You know exactly why you were like this.
The reason was standing in front of you, right now, unaware of your presence right now because his back to you.
He had fuzzy eyebrows, loved god awful food and tea, had gawjus green eyes, and an accent that made you swoon.
He was the personification of England, and he was the reason for your Anglophilia.
You'd had these feelings for Arthur Kirkland for such a long time, ever since you were kids. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to exactly… reciprocate your feelings. You made the mistake of telling him this too soon and he rejected you.
But did that dampen your spirits? No! You were determined to get the Brit to love you back, and once your mind was set there was no changing it. When he finally became your friend, you knew you were wearing him down.
Still, things were going a bit too slow for your liking. So you came up with a plan to win him over, something you were sure would work.
"Hey Iggy!" You called out to him.
"You bloody git! I told you not t-" He was cut off as he looked at you.
From head to toe, all your clothes had the Union Jack on them. Your shirt, your shoes, your skirt, your socks… and a few other things (but you figured he could find that out later).
"See? See how much I adore you?" You said, accidentally letting a British accent slip out on the word adore.
It was England could do not to nosebleed at your adorable… well, let's be honest, worship of him. So he couldn't answer your question.
You walked up to him. "Hey, Iggy? Didn't you hear me?" You asked, pouting and slanting your head to the side.
"Y-yes…" he finally mumbled, blushing furiously and refusing to look at you.
"Well? Why don't you say something? I did all this for you, you know…"
England couldn't take it. He pinned you to the wall, surprising you greatly with his sudden aggressiveness. You'd admittedly never seen the gentlemanly side of him he loved to brag about so much, but he'd never been so bold either…
"Damn it, ________.... why must you be so adorable all the time?" He growled.
"Hm? Why Arthur, I have no idea what you're going on about…" You replied innocently, using a British accent once again. This time though, it was on purpose. You did it to fluster him.
Your plan seemed to backfire though. He seemed to get more frustrated with you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them.
"Do you… do you really want to go out with me that bad?" He asked, still looking pissed but also a little shy.
You smiled. He was so adorable! You mentally fangirled as you calmly answered (still in a British accent) "Yes, I do."
With that, he sighed and let you go. "Fine." He grumbled, turning his back to you.
"Beg your pardon?"
"I said 'fine!' I'll go out with you!"
"Yay!!!" You yelled, jumping 10 feet in the air (you totally forgot you were wearing a skirt, but England was too shy to look). Upon coming back to Earth, you glomped your new boyfriend.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You won't regret it, I swear!"
"Yeah, yeah, can you get off me now?" He requested, already regretting this despite your words.
"Okay, just one more thing…"
You leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. At first he didn't respond, surprised. But eventually, he realized he kind of liked this, so he'd better participate if he wanted it to continue.
Maybe this won't be so bad after all…
After a little while of this, you parted your lips from his, a big goofy smile on your face. "Right. See you later then, love~!" you called as you practically skipped away.
England watched you leave. Once you were out of sight, he laid down and looked at the sky.
Why hadn't he asked you out sooner?