Valentine's Day (England's Ending)

“…England!”


England looked at you with a charming smile on his face, his hands behind his back, hiding whatever he was holding. A small blush had adorned his cheeks but really, who noticed? Not you.


“Hello love. Mind if I come in?” England asked, his delicious English accent sending goose bumps onto your skin.


You flushed a little but smiled. “Of course not! Please, come in!” you said, moving out of the way so he could enter.


England smiled gratefully at you before walking into your home. Even if he had been round your house a couple of times, it still was nice to ask before entering your living place.

“So, was there anything you wanted to ask me?” you asked England, an eyebrow lifted. It’s not that England came rarely, in fact, that was the complete opposite but since it was Valentine’s Day and he looked to be hiding something from you, you thought that he properly had a reason as to why he had come.

England’s blush darkened ever so slightly as he cleared his throat. “I-Indeed there is.” He said, moving his hands from behind his back to in front of him. Showing you that he was holding a bouquet of Tudor roses and some chocolates. “I wanted to give you these.”


Your face burned brightly at the gifts but you couldn’t help yourself from grinning like a complete idiot. I mean, come on, he is your crush, right? “Thank you England! This is really nice of you!” Gently and gratefully taking the presents he had given you, you held them close to your fast beating heart.


England couldn’t help but smile at your adorableness. “It’s no problem love. I’m just glad that you like them.”


“Of course I like them!” You replied, though in your mind you wanted to say ‘Of course I like them! I like anything you give me!’ but your shy self just wouldn’t allow you to say that.


England continued to smile. “Well that’s good then.”


You smiled back before remembering the chocolates you had made for England. “Wait there for a moment.” You said before rushing into the kitchen where your chocolates for him were resting on the kitchen counter.


England waited patiently for your return, not exactly sure what you were doing besides putting his gifts away. He used his head to look around your hallway, admiring the pictures that hung upon the walls. Some were pictures of your family, friends or childhood and others were paintings or small sketches that had been framed and placed on tables and the walls. England smiled softly at a picture of your younger self, smiling like a goofball at the camera, your (h/l) (h/c) hair neatly brushed and your (e/c) eyes shining brightly with innocence. It was really…cute. England questioned how he hadn’t seen the picture before until now but quickly dismissed the idea as he heard your footsteps coming towards where he stood.


Turning away from the picture on the wall, he looked over to you with a gentlemanly smile on his face. You yourself, smiled back with a blush before handing him your homemade chocolates.

“H-here you go. I made them myself so I hope you like them.” You stuttered as he thankfully took the chocolates from your clammed hands. You were nervous as to what he would think; after all, he is your crush.


England smiled brightly at the chocolates and showed you his happy smile. “Thank you (Y/n). That’s very nice of you and I’m sure I’ll enjoy every bit of it.”


You couldn’t help but flush more but again, you couldn’t help but to smile like an idiot. “I-I hope so.”


England placed the chocolates on a small table in your hallway, causing some confusion to you. “Love, I also came to ask you something.”


You looked at him puzzled but nodded for him to continue. “Go on.”


“Well,” England took a small breath before continuing, “I was wondering if you’d like to go to a concert with me? It’s a special Valentine’s Day concert that’s happening today and I thought you’d like to go with me.”


You looked at England and thought over his invitation before a smile graced your face. “I’d love to England!” You already knew England was a punk before he was a gentleman so this didn’t surprise you that much.

England smiled with a small blush. “Great! But you might want to get changed first.”


You looked at him confused before a sudden realization hit you like a bullet. You quickly looked down to see you were still in your pajamas and laughed nervously. “R-right.” You said, “J-just wait there for a moment!” and with that, you rushed upstairs to your room to get changed.

After a few minutes, you came back downstairs in some denim skinny jeans, a (f/c) rock styled t-shirt, some (f/c) converse and a jacket. You smiled at England and did your jacket up, since this was February and in February it’s cold. “Ready to go?” you asked him.


England flushed slightly at your carefree but still attractive look but managed a smile and a nod. “I-indeed I am. Lets go.” He replied, opening the door for you.

You smiled gratefully at him before exiting your house, with him following.

“So, where do we go?” you asked him as he shut the door behind him.


“Oh, I’ve got my car with me so I’ll drive us there.” England explained as he walked out of your front yard and to the sidewalk with you walking after him.

You guys stopped in front of a silver Honda, England’s car to be specific. He unlocked the car and opened the door to the passenger seat for you. You smiled and said your appreciation before getting into the car and having England shut the door behind you. He then walked to the driver’s seat and opened the car door and got inside, shutting the door behind him and fastening his seatbelt.

“Are you good to go?” he asked, putting his car keys into their rightful slot and starting the engine.

You nodded. “Yep, now lets go!” you shouted in excitement, finally finished with fastening your seatbelt and waiting for England to drive the car to the concert.


England smiled at your eagerness and drove to the concert, where he was going to do something extra special for you.

After the long drive, England parked the car at the car park next to the concert and got out his car with you following behind. He locked his car before taking your hand politely and walking with you to where the concert was being held.

You flushed at the contact, even if it was such a small thing but it still made your heart race. Little did you know, that England was blushing himself, he was just better at hiding it then you were.

After a small walk, you both now stood among a big crowd of lovers and even just groups of friends, a bit behind where the big concert stage was. You watched with anticipation for the bands to come up on stage and perform their songs.

And as if your wish had been sent to the gods, a band called ‘Lovers Arc’ came out and introduced themselves to the enthusiastic crowd before starting to perform their song ‘A Lovers touch’.

You listened happily to their music, making you more in the mood for Valentine’s Day as with many others. You noticed couples holding hands and standing close to one another as they swayed with one another to the music, sometimes sneaking in kisses.

You looked to England who was also looking at all the couples being lovey-dovey with one another. You looked away from him before he could catch your blush.

‘If only we could do that together…’ you wished in your mind as an inaudible sigh escaped your lips but the music that was being played blocked out any sound of your sigh coming from you.

Soon, the song went into a chorus but the singer wasn’t singing his lines. Making many people curious, along with you and England. Everyone stopped their romantic gestures and looked at the singer with mixed looks.

The singer ignored the looks and smiled. “Now, we’re going to do something very special!” the singer announced into the mike as the band continued to repeat the chorus in the background. “We’re going to shine a light on a couple and when that light is upon them, they have to kiss!”

You looked at him with some puzzlement before smiling. I guess it was a cute idea. After all, it would properly make some people really happy…or really nervous.

And as the man said, a pink light started to shine around the whole crowd; it’s light making a heart shape before stopping at…

You.

You and England shut your eyes at the sudden bright light before slowly opening them again. You both looked around to see people in the crowd staring at you with big smiles and chanting ‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’ The both of you flushed at the realization of being picked to kiss one another.

You turned to look at England as England turned to look at you, both of your faces a bright red. You tried to say something but your voice was stuck in your throat. Never had you been so embarrassed yet so happy at the same time.

England also couldn’t help but fluster yet have his stomach do flips at the realization that he had to kiss you. Never in all his years did he imagine he’d get to kiss you but now that he could, he couldn’t be more thrilled.

The singer sighed from on top of the stage and spoke into the microphone, “Well don’t just stand there, buddy! Kiss her!”

England hadn’t realized how long he must have been standing there but as soon as the singer spoke, he gently cupped your (s/t) face and brought your lips upon his, kissing you in a caring but passionate way that made your stomach do somersaults.

The crowd and the singer cheered in delight. The singer grinned before going back to singing his chorus.

The light still shone upon you and some people were still looking at you both but neither of you cared. Right now, you were kissing each other and you both didn’t give a fuck who was watching.

Soon, this gas we call oxygen was needed back in your systems in order to survive so you both reluctantly broke away from the kiss, panting heavily.

You both looked into each other’s eyes, loving emerald eyes looking into adoring (e/c) eyes. Your blushes were still adorning one another’s cheeks but neither did you care, as bright smiles shone upon the both of you.

England didn’t dare move his hands away from your soft skin in fear that he wouldn’t be able to hold you like this again. “L-love?”


“Y-yes E-England?” you whispered, your voice betraying you with stutters of nervousness.

England took a deep breath before saying, “I-I love you...so much.”

You couldn’t help yourself, as your pink cheeks become a scarlet red and your heart to beat wildly in your chest. Your hands had become sweaty and your knees had become weak and shaky but you tried to ignore it. Smiling affectionately at him, you put both of your hands on his hands that still cupped your face and replied back with, “I-I love you too…”


England’s face couldn’t have gotten any brighter and his mind couldn’t have gotten any happier. In the sheer excitement and joyful moment and feeling that you both were experiencing, you both kissed again, ignoring the ending of the music and ignoring the crowd.

Just ignoring everything but the kiss, and one another.