I sighed, looking at the blank screen in front of me. Why weren't the words just coming to me like they had so very often? I hadn't written enough stories for this to be happening damn it! Where was this sudden block coming from?!
I lamented again and again, trying to figure out just where exactly I went wrong. Then out of nowhere, it hit me…
Ever since I started having feelings for Arthur, I've had trouble writing my stories. Lately all I can think about is him.
I don't even realize I've started writing on the piece of paper in front of me. I've started to poor out my feelings for the Brit.
"Hello, _________." A voice calls out, breaking me from my thoughts.
"O-oh! Arthur! Hi!" I say, closing my laptop.
"That was quite an interesting read." He says, smirking devilishly.
Aw crap. He saw it? God I hope I didn't write anything dirty…
"Mmmhm. Do you have any more like it?"
"U-uh… well, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure what I just wrote… can you tell me?"
He chuckled. "Oh not much… just a nice little piece about your undying love for me."
Kill me now, God.
"Oh! Haha! I wonder why I would write something like that…"
"I don't know… maybe you really feel that way about me?"
Okay, maybe God's busy… Allah? You there?
"Hn. You're such a cutie, _______." He said teasingly, stroking my cheek.
Buddha? Jehovah? Zeus? Ra?! Somebody strike me down!
My thoughts are cut off by England pressing his lips to mine.
False alarm, guys! I change my mind!
After a moment's hesitation, I eagerly kiss him back. Perhaps a little too much so, because he chuckles again and pulls away.
"Love, why didn't you just tell me you felt that way about me?" he asked in a gentle, loving voice.
"I… I guess I was scared you wouldn't feel the same…." I replied lamely.
"Well now you know that's just silly, don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess I do."
He smiled. "Good. Now… about that lemon you have about me on deviantart…"