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-Reader's P.O.V.-
I just got back from my little trip to Walgreens. I had one bag in my hang, and the Starbucks in another. I was going to pu- or at least attempt to push the eighth floor button without dropping the drinks.
"Wait hold the elevator!"
Right when the doors were going to close, I stuck out my foot to prevent it from sealing off any others. They opened back up to reveal the man from earlier.
'Oh god! It's him! What do I do?!'
The stranger softly smiled at me before he walked inside. I shuffled awkwardly. Don't you hate the awkward atmosphere when you're alone with another person in an elevator?
"Thank you."
"Huh? Oh yeah.. It's no problem."
Awkward. Again. What am I supposed to do while we're waiting in this freaking elevator? For some odd reason, it's taking forever to go up. All of a sudden, my phone starts ringing. It was in my right pocket, so it was harder for me to reach with my free left hand because of the drinks that were in my hold. I tried to reach for it. No such luck. I looked at the (*cough*sexy*cough*) man standing next to me.
"Um, excuse me sir, but do you mind helping me? I need to get my phone."
"No problem, Love."
I blushed deeply when he said that. WAIT. HE SOUNDED BRITISH. HOLY CRAPSICLE IS THIS GUY BRITISH?! While I was distracted the man grabbed my phone out of my pocket and placed it in my hand. I looked down at my hand, then to him.
"Oh. Thank you mister."
He smiled again. Oh god it's so cute.
"My pleasure. And please, call me Arthur."
I was right. He is British. His voice think with the accent; I could just die. It sounded heavenly.
"Hello, Arthur. I'm (y/n)."
I smiled at him. Hearing my phone ring again, I touched the screen, but the call was marked as 'missed'. Oh well.
*Ding!*
We finally reached the eighth floor. I sighed in relief as the doors opened.
"Ladies first."
He extended left his arm towards the doors, folded the other behind his back, and bowed gently. I immediately think of Sebastian Michaelis.
"Thank you.. again."
I smiled at Arthur before walking out the doors to my auntie's office.
I just got back from my little trip to Walgreens. I had one bag in my hang, and the Starbucks in another. I was going to pu- or at least attempt to push the eighth floor button without dropping the drinks.
"Wait hold the elevator!"
Right when the doors were going to close, I stuck out my foot to prevent it from sealing off any others. They opened back up to reveal the man from earlier.
'Oh god! It's him! What do I do?!'
The stranger softly smiled at me before he walked inside. I shuffled awkwardly. Don't you hate the awkward atmosphere when you're alone with another person in an elevator?
"Thank you."
"Huh? Oh yeah.. It's no problem."
Awkward. Again. What am I supposed to do while we're waiting in this freaking elevator? For some odd reason, it's taking forever to go up. All of a sudden, my phone starts ringing. It was in my right pocket, so it was harder for me to reach with my free left hand because of the drinks that were in my hold. I tried to reach for it. No such luck. I looked at the (*cough*sexy*cough*) man standing next to me.
"Um, excuse me sir, but do you mind helping me? I need to get my phone."
"No problem, Love."
I blushed deeply when he said that. WAIT. HE SOUNDED BRITISH. HOLY CRAPSICLE IS THIS GUY BRITISH?! While I was distracted the man grabbed my phone out of my pocket and placed it in my hand. I looked down at my hand, then to him.
"Oh. Thank you mister."
He smiled again. Oh god it's so cute.
"My pleasure. And please, call me Arthur."
I was right. He is British. His voice think with the accent; I could just die. It sounded heavenly.
"Hello, Arthur. I'm (y/n)."
I smiled at him. Hearing my phone ring again, I touched the screen, but the call was marked as 'missed'. Oh well.
*Ding!*
We finally reached the eighth floor. I sighed in relief as the doors opened.
"Ladies first."
He extended left his arm towards the doors, folded the other behind his back, and bowed gently. I immediately think of Sebastian Michaelis.
"Thank you.. again."
I smiled at Arthur before walking out the doors to my auntie's office.
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W-what did I write? SCREW YOU WRITER'S BLOCK!
This is the worst chapter ever.. but it's the only thing I could come up with...
Sorry for the delay. Computer problems.
But I'm back on and ready to update!
Hope you enjoy because...
Chp. 1: [link]
Chp. 2: You are here!
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This is the worst chapter ever.. but it's the only thing I could come up with...
Sorry for the delay. Computer problems.
But I'm back on and ready to update!
Hope you enjoy because...
Chp. 1: [link]
Chp. 2: You are here!
Chp. 3: Coming soon!
Hetalia & England -
You - You
Story - Me
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"" I immediately think of Sebastian Michaelis. ""
Omg
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Best reference ever
Omg
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Best reference ever